Tuesday, 31 August 2010

Freddy Got Fingered: Rare & Under Appreciated #7



It's a bit wrong to describe Freddy Got Fingered as under appreciated. Universally hated might be a more appropriate phrase. But it's a film that, if you're in the right mindset...if you can tune into director/actor Tom Green's twisted sense of humour...it's a minor comedy classic with no equals.

It centres around Gordy, a twenty something slacker with an innocent little brother, a doting Mom and a grumpy Dad who can't wait for his eldest son get a responsible job and leave home. But Gordy just wants to get a job making animated cartoons...

There's no way to put this other than to say Freddy Got Fingered is fucked up. Big time. And if you get the humour, which travels beyond 'bad taste', then there's serious laughing to be had. Sequences that contain masturbating a horse, chewing a newborn's umbilical cord, the cheese helmet scene, the backwards man, "daddy do you want some sausages", masturbating an elephant, and the bizarre animation Zebra's In America are so outrageously in your face you'll probably want to turn it off.

But if you find yourself grinning with shock, stunned by the lack of subtlety of Tom Green's and Rip Torn's unhinged performances, you might just enjoy a very unique and funny sitcom of a movie. Just don't recommend it at the next PTA meeting.

Never Go Ass To Mouth (The First Sequence)



Ho. Le. Crap.

There's not many films that fall into the category of 'disgusting'. The latter half of Cronenberg's The Fly? Yep. Meet The Feebles? Uh huh. Martyrs? Hell yeah. But I've never quite seen anything like The Human Centipede - First Sequence.

Take the usual horror movie set up; two ditsy American girls break down in the middle of nowhere and find an isolated house where they find a complete nutter. Oh, and they can't get a signal on their mobiles (no bar). What sets the nutter aside from the usual cannibalistic band of rednecks is the fact he's a mad scientist. A renowned surgeon who specialised in separating Siamese twins, he's now intent on reverse engineering the process using the hapless tourists digestive systems. Nice, huh?

Human Centipede is bizarre, making it both darkly funny and cover-your-eyes gross. It's quite tense too as we mostly see the action from one of the American girls. Will he ensnare her? Can she escape? Will the police locate her and her friend? How will she feed (er, let's not go there)?

Low on budget but big on balls this is a fantastic little gem of a body horror movie. It's a effectively engrossing (as well as gross) take on the mad scientist story. Cronenberg would be proud.

Monday, 30 August 2010

Whalberg Is A Peacock - Let Him Fly!



There are two ways to predict a Mark Whalberg performance. As a leading man, he will be shit. In an ensemble, he will be good. In The Other Guys, the latest comedy from Anchorman's Adam McKay...he is, as predicted just fine. He plays the straight man, opposite Will Ferrell (doing his slightly demented routine) in a light buddy cop flick.

It might as well be a spin off from Kevin Smith's Cop Out (Cop Out: NY?) as it's very similar in tone, pace and the amount of laughs you get in between the usual police procedural stuff. The leads are fine in classic buddy mode, hating each other at first before learning to get along. There's some nice supporting work from Michael Keaton, Eva Mendes as Ferrell's wife (in a cool running gag about the affect that the dorkish Elf star has on hot women) and Sam Jackson and Dwayne Johnson in short but memorable cameos.

Like Cop Out, its amusing but not funny, interesting but not gripping, and action packed but not exciting. It's a little long winded and not nearly as funny as it should be (this is clearly a case of the best bits appearing in the trailer) but it's an inoffensive couple of hours with some sniggersom moments scattered evenly throughout.

Dependably Expendable



What can I say. The Expendables is just what I expected. Indestructible blokes having fights and blowing shit up. Anyone disappointed by shallow plotting, credibility defying logic and one dimensional characterisation should only blame themselves for not embracing this nostalgic bullshit action movie. The story is simple. Stallone's Barney Ross and his team of (mostly) aging mercenaries take a job to topple an evil dictator on a small Gulf island. Easy. The simplistic script (essentially a Wild Bunch style western) adds a slight emotional arc for Sly, and co-star Jason Statham, and some quirks for the rest of the team but that's about it.

But frankly, that's all you need.

The Expendables has been touted as an ensemble but in reality it's more of a buddy movie. It works in layers. On the top tier you have Stallone and Statham, trading jibes and wrestling with girlfriend issues. On the next tier you have the love hate squabbling/scrapping of Lungren and Li...well matched as poor actors rather than in height. And on the bottom tier of the team Randy Couture and Terry Crews have one characteristic to define them and to separate them from random beefcakes. Not really an ensemble but a structure and dynamic that works well within the confines of the story. Eric Roberts and Steve Stone Cold Austin play slimy bad guy and henchman respectively while Micky Rourke gets the wordy emotional stuff in a couple of scenes as a retired Merc.

The infamous onscreen meeting of Arnie, Stallone and Willis is as under written as everything else in the movie and disappointingly brief. But it sure is bloody marvelous to behold. All three are playing to their strengths; Willis wisecracking and smirking, Stallone the understated underdog and Arnie awkward, lumbering and charismatic. It's such a shame it only last a few minutes.

With so little meat on it's bones The Expendables has to rely on the quality of it's action to support itself. And in this respect it doesn't disappoint. After an initial scuffle at the film's beginning there are three major set pieces spread throughout the runtime. The first, an extended hand to hand fight, car chase and aircraft sequence is the best of the bunch, being beautifully staged, paced and executed. The second, a city bound car chase followed by a frantic one-on-one is great too (although the editing is bordering on, but not succumbing to, epilepsy). And then finally you have the Rambo/Commando assault on the enemy's headquarters, with all the massive explosions, rescues, and face offs that you'd expect from that scenario.

It's not the smartest thing you'll see this year nor the slickest action movie either (The Losers is wittier and The A-Team is far bigger in scale) but it is the bone crunchingly exciting action movie that I always hoped it would be. Great banter, delivered by enduringly cool action stars...all while beating the living crap out of each other. War...it's fantastic.

MacGruber Does An Upper Decker In Your Mind



What in the name of John Belushi's Spinning Corpse made some one think that adapting the Saturday Night Live sketch, MacGruber, into a full length feature was a good idea? If you're not familiar with the concept, it's basically a spoof of long running 80's actionfest MacGuyver...a show that was so dumb it really didn't need anyone taking the piss out of it in the first place.

Will Forte stars as the title character, a Frank Drebin/Inspector Clouseau wannabe, who bumbles incompetently through his mission of nation importance, and succeeds, despite his over-confidence. So far so bad. But it's worse than that as pretty much nothing works. The director can't judge comic timing in the slightest meaning this so called comedy is virtually laugh free. Still, to be fair, he is working with a script that has very little amusing in it and a cast that's mainly playing it straight (Val Kilmer, Powers Booth and Ryan Phillippe)...or in Forte's case, playing comedy very very badly. Too much time has been spent making this low budget movie look like a gritty action movie rather than composing the shots and editing the scenes so they'll be funny. MacGruber is nice to look at but abysmal as a work of humour.

Kristen Wigg is the only performer in the piece that understands comic delivery and there's only a couple of gags in the entire film that raise a chuckle. Number one is the fact the baddie Val Kilmer is called Cunth (that joke will never get old) and the description of what MacGruber calls an upper decker (shitting in the cistern rather than the bowl). Otherwise it's 80's themed gags and MacGuyver references fall completely flat. Avoid.

Monday, 23 August 2010

All Hope Has Been Eclipsed



After surviving the near insufferable boredom that is Twilight and New Moon, I was ready to call it a day on the popular teen vampire/werewolf franchise. But then hope appeared in the form of 30 Days Of Night director David Slade and the fact that many reviewers had been kinder to the latest installment. And while the new movie, Eclipse, is better than the previous two movies...I can confidently say that The Twilight Saga irredeemably sucks.

I thought that with all the dull character relationship stuff and backstory exposed in the last movies that would free up Eclipse to explore new ground in terms of the characters, story and mythology. But no. The best that can be said is that all the characters have evolved into something more mature and responsible. Their relationships are exactly the same but they've learnt to talk about their feelings rather than mope about and sulk. This is most noticeable in Kristen Stewart's Bella, a character in New Moon I could have quite easily throttled, if I had the ability to reach through the screen and grab her selfish, whimpering throat. Thankfully Bella's grown up and treated all around her with more respect...meaning I no longer hate her (a major step up for a movie's central character).

Storywise nothing much has changed either. Victoria still wants revenge on Bella and still runs about the woods a lot. The only new elements are the introduction of Newborn vampires and the fact that the local werewolves and vampire reluctantly team up to protect Bella. Oh and we get to see some flashbacks of the Cullen clan, a story device that was used to infinitely better effect in Buffy and Angel. What this adds up to is a plot that is far more diverse and faster paced than the rest of the franchise, but one that is still sleep inducing predictable enough to have you reaching for the crossword instead.

The big name actors (Bryce Dallas Howard as Victoria and Dakota Fanning as one of the ruling vampire clan) are utterly wasted with minimal dialogue and limited screen time. The action is effective but extremely brief, however the CGI effects haven't improved since New Moon, with the werewolves being completely obvious in their fakery. And Taylor Lautner is still shockingly wooden.

Slade does a decent job, but then that can be said of his fellow directors in the franchise. He's saddled with an uninteresting script and inherited the bland photography and locations of the franchise. But he's managed to get the strongest performances out of the central cast to date and has injected some viciousness into the action (there's at least two decapitations that I can recall).

So, overall, it is a step up in terms of quality. But that's like saying you've climbed over a boulder in an attempt to scale the mountain.

A Terminator Walks In To A Gay Bar, The Barman Says...



Terminator 3 - Rise Of The Machines is far better than it had any right to be. It perhaps shouldn't have got made. It's practically a retread of the other two movies, making it a pure case of sequelitus; an assassination robot is sent back in time to kill John Connor (and his subordinates) who is protected by another, less sophisticated Terminator robot. Cue car chases, fights and lots of running away.
Despite my sarcasm it's a great premise and it plays very well as a non stop chase movie.

Making the aggressive Terminator a female (the feline Kristanna Loken) is a cool move although the android's new arsenal isn't as awe inspiring as Robert Patrick's shape shifter in T2. It's great to see Arnie back in his most iconic role although he's not as well directed here (being a bit stiff and awkward...and not in that cool, robotic sence) than in the first two movies. Claire Danes steps up to the challenge, in what is effectively the Linda Hamilton role from T1, being both feisty, resiliant and vulnerable.

Apart from it's over-familiar plotting, it falls down in two areas. The first is one of tone. No longer allowed an R rating in the US of A due to it's gigantic budget, T3 is noticeably lighter and sillier in tone throughout. (A gay bar? I mean, really?)Then there's the recasting of John Conner. Since Edward Furlong was now a happy, smackhead, Z-list actor, the producer cast the usually dependable Nick Stahl as the future leader of the resistance. Stahl completely gets his performance wrong. Instead of a highly trained, heroic, commander of men we get a weedy, whiny wreck of a man. Admittedly the character goes on a learning process throughout the film but he's still a quivering mess by the film's climax.

Talking of which, if T3 has one triumphant moment it's the decision to let Judgement Day happen and nuke the planet. It's bold, it's surprising and it's spine tinglingly brave in such a huge budgeted blockbuster where the heroes are meant to save the day.
It's also aided by some cool effects from ILM and some entertaining (if a little silly) action sequences. T3 might be daft but you can't help but be impressed when the film makers build an entire city street and then destroy it by driving a massive crane through it. Like Arnie, it might be a bit dumb and lumbering, but it's always entertaining to watch.

The Sum Of All Affleck



Director Phil Alden Robinson hasn't made many movies, but when he does, he makes 'em good! Both Sneakers and Field Of Dreams are classics, although I'm having difficulty obtaining some his smaller films like In The Mood and Freedom Song to confirm his consistency. His last film back in 2002. the Tom Clancy adaptation The Sum Of All Fears certainly proves he's a force of nature in the film business.

It's a multi-stranded story following a rogue warhead's journey from the Israeli desert, via devious, disgruntled Soviets, via kidnapped Russian scientists to US soil. It encapsulates a love story for young hero Jack Ryan to the political brinkmanship of the Presidents of global superpowers. Dense, intricate, complex, thrilling, tense and shocking The Sum Of All Fears plays like a grown up version of True Lies (without the marriage subplot). All the separate elements are effortlessly balanced until the final half hour when a surprise is sprung on the audience. From then on things simplify into a flat out, race-against-time actioner.

It's mature, amazingly well cast, written and directed with a confident yet subtle touch, and is gripping from beginning to end. Please Mr Robinson...make more films.

The Screenwriting Recruitment Commercial



If you're interested in how movies are made then Tales From The Script is an facinating documentary about screenwriting. Interviewing a host of successful (and not so successful writers) including Shane Black, Robert Towne, John Carpenter, Larry Cohen, John August, Mick Garris, Peter Hyams, Zak Penn, Adam Rifkin, Paul Schrader, Ron Shelton, David S Ward and Andrew W Marlow amongst others, it gives you an insight into how cutthroat the film industry actually is. From the writing itself, to the development process through to surviving in an industry with a minuscule memory span...it's a light hearted and breezy peak inside a business that is quite, quite mad.

Interesting to see Frank Darabont being realistically accepting of his Indiana Jones experience and there's a moving story from Ghost scribe Bruce Joel Rubin about the failure of his My Life project.

Rollerballsup



The quality of John McTiernan's early films (Die Hard, Predator, Red October) is indisputable. But from Medicine Man onwards, the feedback on his films has been more mixed; most like his Thomas Crown remake while most frown upon his 13th Warrior adaptation. But in all those cases, I'll stand up for McTiernan's films because he's such an exciting, unique and fresh film maker. One film I have a lot of trouble defending, to myself that is, would be his 2002 remake of Rollerball. It's a bit shit.

Now this is a bit of a surprise since McTiernan fought long and hard, in a producing capacity, to get this made (although in retrospect perhaps film financiers could foresee what a turkey he was peddling). But here it stands; a monument to artistic misjudgement. So why's it so bad? Well the director makes several poor choices that undermine the whole story.

1/ Editing. The current trend for editing too quickly has emerged in the wake of Paul Greengrass' 2004 sequel The Bourne Supremacy. Predating that film by 2 years, McTiernan makes the mistake of copying MTV inspired directors in an effort to satirise that type of dumbed down/zero attention span action movie. In his failure he makes the type of film he was trying to comment upon. As a result he rejects the fluid camera style that makes his work unique and thus makes the frenetic action much harder to follow. In addition, the director dumps the standard orchestral score in exchange for loads of loud rock music which only succeeds in cheapening the experience even further by making it like something shat out by VH1.

2/ There's a huge action sequence in the desert in the midsection of the movie involving cars, trucks, motorcycles, and a huge transport plane. It should be the film's centrepiece. It fails miserably because McTiernan shoots the whole thing in green tinged, ultra grainy night vision. The expensive blockbuster now looks cheap, murky, confusing and like something out of a student film project. Unforgivable.

3/ Casting. The supporting cast are all cool. LL Cool J is dependably stoic as the hero's best mate, Naveen Andrews and Jean Reno do quiet bad guy and scenery chewing bad guy very well while Rebecca Romijn is the introverted, tough-but-sexy teammate/love interest. Rumour has it Nicholas Cage was up for the lead role at one point...and that would have been cool. Unfortunately they cast one of the worst actor of all time; Chris Klein. Think Keanu Reeves in Dracula or Dolph Lundgren in Johnny Mnemonic (or anything else for that matter). Klein is that bad. Worse maybe. There's a scene when he's been dragged back to the dressing room. Before he re-enters he's asked a question. His reply is so stilted and so horribly wooden it makes me cringe and want to die. It's a performance so weak it has no chance of convincing an audience that his character is real...let alone someone big enough to 'take down the man' and 'win the day'.

On the plus side the film looks amazing and...oh that's about it really.
Every director will have a misfire (just as Spielberg on 1941). But after this McTiernan went on to lie to the FBI. Go directly to jail. Do not pass go.

The Devil May Reject 'Em, But I Won't



The first time round Rob Zombie got it a bit wrong. His directorial debut, the Texas Chainsaw inspired "House Of 1000 Corpses" was an interesting piece of experimental cinema riffing off the old cliche of teenagers breaking down in middle America, only to stumble upon an inbred family of redneck cannibals. As you do. But the teens were unsympathetic and unlikable while some of the techniques Zombie used were off putting and amateurish.

Fortunately, Rob Zombie is a smart man. When it came to directing the follow up, The Devils Rejects, he ditched the stuff that wasn't working, kept the stuff that was, and studied the 70's splatter genre that inspired him. The result is a modern horror classic that shows a film maker in total control of his craft...in everything from the technical side, the characters and dialogue, to refining his exploration of evil.

From a technical standpoint the movie embraces the grainy quality of low budget 70's cinema giving proceedings a rawness while Zombie's editing is outside of the box. The choice in music is inspired utilising several many classic American country rock tunes, including the staggeringly amazing Freebird in the Butch Cassidy finale. The dialogue is more memorable, with an off-kilter Tarantino-eque quality, while the story firmly focuses on bad people doing bad things...whether it's the Firefly family on the run or the twisted Sherrif that's pursuing them.

The cast are on top form with Sid Haig, Bill Moseley and Sheri Moon Zombie all electrifying as Captain Spaulding, Otis and Baby, respectively...turning their close knit family of psychopaths firmly into horror icons. It's savage, uncomfortable to watch at times, gut-bustingly funny, sad, thrilling, horrifying and fun. Devils Rejects is the work of a true auteur; someone who's refined and distilled everything he wants to see and hear in a motion picture and packaged a story as a way of expressing that unique vision. It pushing the boundaries of taste, not all will appreciate that singular vision, but it's there to admire in all its bloody glory for those who do.

Thursday, 19 August 2010

No Way Out For Salty McAngelina



The question when watching Salt is, how will it compare to Knight and Day. Why? Well Tom Cruise rejected Salt (then called Edward A Salt) in order to make his romantic spy blockbuster...and that didn't turn out to well for him. Then it was offered to Angelina Jolie, rewritten as Edwina A Salt, and put in the hands of Phillip Noyce, with whom Jolie had worked with before on The Bone Collector.

Well Noyce and Jolie have done a great job. It's pretty obvious that Salt is Columbia Pictures attempt to copy the Bourne franchise; non stop action thriller with minimal characterisation, including the hero, who has a mysterious identity. It's the movie's greatest strength and biggest downfall. It's strength because by following the Bourne movies as a premise you get a fast paced, action filled story that's treated as something for adults (not the MTV generation), that has real stunt work (not obvious CGI) and an intriguing central mystery. The downside is that character development and verbal drama is sacrificed for the sake of pace and action.

So what you get is a rollicking good action movie (Noyce was always a solid thriller director, but his action's never been better captured on screen) with proper actors (Chiwetel Ejiofor / Liev Schreiber) and a award winning, honest-to-God, movie star babe in the lead. With a plot this simple the central mystery of "Who is Salt?" is pretty obvious as the shallow plotting leaves it easy for an audience to make judgements about her loyalties (USA/USSR), so it's best just to strap yourself into the roller coaster for 90 mines and enjoy the ride.

As for whether this is better or not than Knight and Day...undoubtedly. I can see why Cruise passed...the persecuted agent is very similar to the first and third Mission Impossible films while the plot is flimsier than most star vehicles Cruse would normally choose for himself. However, if he had chosen this he'd at least have a well liked hit on his hands. Well done Angie.

Wednesday, 18 August 2010

Mind Heist Strikes Back



Inception being so very, very good (see here for my original comments), I was enticed back to the cinema to see this great movie on the big screen once more. And like many classics, it just gets better with repeat viewings. Having done the hard work following the story the first time round, a further viewing allows you to appreciate the more technical aspects of the movie; how the script is paced, the flow of the action as well as the use of sound and music. And in Inception's case it allows you to view the story from a different perspective.



The first time I saw the film I perceived the film at face value, accepting Cobb's (Leonardo DiCaprio's) version of events. After thinking about the ending and realizing that the film could be interpreted in different ways, I went back to Inception looking at it from Saito and Ariadne's point of view; as if one or both of them are pulling the strings.



Watching the film from Saito's perspective is particularly interesting as it highlights what an influential character he is on every other person in the story. Saito is there, right from the start, fully controlling the extraction job that Cobb and Arthur are attempting on him. He's there to intercept them on a Japanese helipad, to manipulate Cobb into performing inception and he's there, conveniently, in Mombasa to save Cobb from the clutches of the Cobal Corporation. And while he's quite passive during the 'heist', he once again becomes the dominant controlling force as he's the only one with the power to clean Cobb's immigration record.



I've already mentioned previously about the religious parallels going on in the story, but on a second viewing these become more apparent, whether intended to be there or not by the film makers. Saito comes across as an almost messiah like figure. He's the one that encourages Cobb to take the bath that will allow him to reach a place of spiritual peace. He's the one that tries to persuade Cobb to take "a leap of faith" and become "young men again". And he's the only one, at the end of the story, that can fulfill Cobb's wishes (or prayers) to return home to be with his children again.

The parallels are there. Saito dies...and is resurrected from the dead by Cobb, who's the only one to enough have faith to rescue him from Limbo. The subjects in Yusuf's basement are asleep for 8 hours, experiencing 40 days (and nights) in dream time...the same time frame that Jesus was tempted by the devil in the desert. As mentioned before, the ending, all brightly lit and slow motion, suggests a heavenly destination for Cobb, finally being reunited with his loved ones and finding peace.



As for the Adriadne angle, her whole purpose for going on the heist is to manage Cobb and his issues. She certainly manages to manipulate him into a position where she pursuades Cobb to bring her along, and she's beside him every step of the way, pushing him in the right direction so he'll finally come face to face with his unresolved guilt (at one point she's almost too direct when she asks of him in the snowbound dream level, 'what's down there for you'). There's a cool new analysis that can be found here expanding on this point.

What's great though is that no matter which of these perspective you look at the film from, the story is just as compelling and the ending just as emotional.

Basic (But Trying Very Hard Not To Be)



Basic was John McTiernan's last film before development delays on several projects he was working on, and a conviction for lying to the FBI, has halted his directing career. After the disaster that was Rollerball, McTiernan partially makes amends by helming this 2003 contemporary military thriller.

It's an over complicated Rashamon-esque story told largely in flash back as Army Policewoman Connie Neilsen and swaggering, drunk DEA agent John Travolta piece together the testimonies of the survivors of a combat training mission that has seen the rest of the squad, including their bullying Sergeant Samuel L Jackson, murdered.

The problem is that both the screenwriter and McTiernan are trying too hard to impress. It IS a clever story and it does have electric characters dsoing clever things...but it's all so frantically paced that the plot twists, lies, bluffs and counter bluff all become a bit overwhelming...a bit like trying to cram three episodes of Scooby Doo into half an hour.

On the directing side, McTiernan is playing it safer than in the highly experimental Rollerball, but there are still problems. It's still cut a little too fast for his fluid camera style, the sound mix is inadequate with the rain and storm sound effects frequently obscuring dialogue and the jungle action is frenetic and muddled rather than slow and gripping. On a plus note he has the best use of lens flares here before JJ Abrams trumped him with 2009's Star Trek.

Still, it's a solid thriller with a strong cast, Neilsen is both tough and sexy as hell in her tight fitting military garb, and the ending is at least a good twist in a movie that has many.

Friday, 13 August 2010

John J Visits Jerkwater USA



It's hard to believe that the larger than life American icon, one man army Rambo spawned from this modest thriller, but spawn it did, as the first of Sylvester Stallone's all-action Rambo thrillers, First Blood, is still the best of the series.

It's much more realistic in tone and look than it's sequels. Ted Kotcheff's direction is understated and serious, the photography subdued and textured (it's a far better looking film than I remembered it) and the dialogue minimised for all characters, not just Rambo, with an emphasis on telling story and character through action, not words.

It's a war movie. A war between Brian Dennehy's big headed lawman and Stallone's Rambo, a man whose repressed psychological issues about the Vietnam war and the problems he's faced upon his return to the U.S, have all reached boiling point by the time he drifts into "Jerkwater U.S.A." Each man is living in denial, hiding behind their own code of honor. For Sherrif Teasle, he's hiding behind the law, which he seems to think he embodies in his little neck of the woods. For Rambo, it's a code of combat..."They drew first blood, not me"...essentially saying 'I didn't start this fight, but I'm sure gonna finish it". But in the end, it boils down to two men obsessively going to war with each other until the other is dead.

It's only Colonel Trautman who's the voice of reason in the whole movie, trying to diffuse both men who have over-reacted; Rambo who has gone on the offensive outside of the law...and Teasle who has tactically misjudged the situation by bringing in the State Police and National Guard. Trautman is the real hero here, saving Teasle's life and talking 'Johnny' down before he literally goes head to head with an army. It's in this final scene, as Rambo disintegrates emotionally, with 10 years of repressed trauma spilling to the surface that showcases is probably Sly's best piece of acting.

This is still in my all time top 20 films. Why? Well, partly because it has this mythic quality about John Rambo, mostly generated from the hype coming from Trautman about his previous Nam exploits. In fact, the Vietnam War in First Blood is rather like The Hobbit is to Lord of the Rings or The Clone Wars is to Star Wars; it creates a mysterious back story which enriches the main yarn. It also reminds me a little of Die Hard, my favorite film, as it has a lone, but skilled man, trapped and outnumbered in a hostile environment. It has a simple, snowball effect plot which starts small and builds and builds in an entirely logical way. There's also the anti-authoritarian theme of standing up to those in charge, especially when the authorities have been corrupted, as is the case here. Finally it has one of Jerry Goldsmith's finest scores, which he used as the foundation for his astounding Rambo - First Blood Part II score, which is arguably his best work.

Over 25 years old, this still plays well today; it's North Western U.S. locations, steady handed direction and unassuming fashions making it timeless. Classic.

Thursday, 12 August 2010

La Deceased Noir



Christopher Smith is a director not content sticking to one particular style. After a relatively straight horror film for his debut, Creep, he moved into comedy territory with the brilliant Severance. Next up was the mind bending Twilight Zone vibe of Triangle and he's followed that up with his latest effort, a trip to the middle ages, for the cheerily titled Black Death. This period movie follows a Monk, Osmund, whose faith is wavering due to his inappropriate relationship with a local girl. When he's unsure whether to be with her or stay with the monastery, Sean "there's some raspberry jam back there" Bean and company arrive seeking a guide who can lead them to a remote village in the marshes which, rumour has it, has escaped the ravages of the plague that's sweeping the land. Osmund sees this as a sign and joins the group, who have been sent by the Church to capture a necromancer.

With Osmund as our eyes into this world, Smith cleverly keeps us guessing as to the intent of Bean's group of Christian mercenaries and the villagers they encounter upon their arrival, amongst them Carice van Houten and Tim McInnerny. I won't reveal where the audiences loyalties finally lie but it's safe to say that it's an exploration of 'intolerance of other people's religious and beliefs'. Or to head further into spoiler territory, a friend has suggested this be renamed "Christian's Are Bastards!" Yep if you live in middle America, you probably won't like what this has to say. And that's ok, because it's probably talking about you. Parallels can be drawn from the plot to periods throughout history from British colonialism to the U.S. invasion of Iraq.

Well paced, bleakly shot and well acted this is well worth checking out for it's authentic period recreation, slow burning mystery and non gimicky script.

Judge Dreddful



Upon it's original release in 1995, media students at my local university made a request at my neighbourhood video store for peoples opinions on the new Judge Dredd movie. Being a long time fan of the comic strip, emanating from the pages of the British Science Fiction weekly publication 2000AD, I duly obliged. Very much so, in fact, as I informed them that this adaptation sucked.

There are two astounding problems with the film. The first fault is down to director Danny Cannon who totally botches the tone. Instead of the serious action thriller, with large helpings of satirical black humour, Cannon interprets this as a kids comic book; over the top and brash...if Americas made pantomimes..this is what it would be like. No subtlety, no wit, no intelligence just LOUD, BRIGHT and DUMB! Most of the performances are hammy at best (Rob Schneider is just obnoxious and Stallone should be ashamed for such a large caricature of a performance) while the score, although gloriously composed by Alan Silvestri*, is woefully misjudged for this particular movie and bombastically headache inducing. What's even odder is that although it largely plays like a young kids comic book, it's also Rated R, meaning it's laced with profanity and uber-violence. Which is all very nice but it underlines that Cannon had no idea how to adapt this material. Rather than use RocoCop or Stallone's own demolition man as a template for hard hitting satirical social comentary in a near future science fiction city environment, the screen writers take the Commando route with direct to DVD style dialogue, corny one liners and unintentionally hilarious posturing.

The other big problem is that while the screen writers took great care to adhere to Dredd's comic book mythology, it deviates on the one plot point which undermines the whole of the material; Dredd takes his helmet off. Now this may be down to the weak director, pushy studio executives who don't have a clue or a vain, egotistical movie star who wants to show off his ugly mug. Either way, removing Dredd's helmet destroys the iconic enigma of the character and humanises him in a way that utterly destroys what makes Dredd, Dredd.

But it's no all bad. The story is faithful to the comics using references to Dredd's origin, his brother Rico, the Angel Gang (who are criminally under used) as well as the history and characters that inhabit Dredd's universe. Max Von Sydow wisely plays it straight, as does Diane Lane as a fellow Judge, bringing a welcome mix of vulnerability, strength and scene stealing sex appeal. The production, massive in budget is fantastically designed and the glossy photography is ahead of its time. The action sequences, when they're not ruined by cliched quips or ropey special effects are impressive as well, while the costume design for the judge's uniform, while not perfect, are spine tingling faithful to the comic strip.

At some level this Judge Dredd adaptation was working...until the point somebody thought that comic books are only for kids and decided to dumb it down. It's a pretty fun action adventure film, but as a Judge Dredd movie, it's a miserable failure. Roll on the reboot, with Karl Urban now confirmed to be playing the iron willed lawman due to start shooting soon.

* Silvestri replaced Jerry Goldsmith on the project due to scheduling difficulties. A shame as Goldsmith's theme, a far more serious and relentless piece of music (see below), would have been much more appropriate...

John J Versus The Ladyboy Burmese



Sylvester Stallone's final Rambo film, imaginatively titled "Rambo", reminds me of Hot Shots 2. But more about that in a second.

After the wastelands of the early 2000's Stallone took his own career by the horns and started directing his own movies again (after a 20 year gap following Rocky IV), starting with 2006's Rocky Balboa. Then he turned his attention to his other iconic role, that of John Rambo, not seen since 1988's big budget Rambo III. And once again, he's done a great job of resurrecting, and finally laying to rest, one of his best loved characters.

Stallone does several things right.

1/ Story wise, he makes Rambo most similar to the most popular entry of the franchise, Rambo - First Blood Part II, by returning to a jungle setting and by including a sympathetic female to keep John boy emotionally engaged. Stallone piled on the weight for this role and it shows. This Rambo is a bear of a man; physically embodying the character's beliefs that we are all, at the end of the day, wild animals. Finally, the man is brave enough to give us a final shot which references First Blood, bringing the character home to his U.S. family residence.

2/ He also adapts the movie's action and pace to reflect the more limited budget (compared with it's predecessors) and Stallone's own advancing years. So there are less of action sequences to go around, and in those action set pieces, Rambo is more stationary. Instead of quantity we get brutality on a large scale. So out go close quarter knife fights and bow and arrow cat and mouse...in comes exploding mini-nukes and truck mounted cannons. And it works too, as the brutality is some of the most gleefully savage committed to a Hollywood movie. Heads explode, bodies are ripped in half, torso's are punctures with fist sized bullet wounds. Marvelous.

3/ Brian Tyler delivers the obligatory modern action score but retains enough of Jerry Goldsmith's original themes (he composed the music for the other three Rambo flicks) to make this feel a part of the franchises continuity. He also chucks in a great new theme to keep the film active on an emotional level, not just one based on testosterone.

Stallone, always a capable director in the 80's shows he's still got great skill at telling a story and understanding character, even if it is on a dumbed down 2D kind of way. His photography has a distinctive, gritty look and the action sequences are kinetic but understandable, with characters intent, action and geography clearly communicated. I wish the guy had directed more often and I'm sure pleased that he continues to do so (with The Expendables, his new directing effort, due next week.

Although this is the weakest of the four Rambo movies (lacking the realistic thriller quality of the first movie and the large scale operatics of the other two) this is an extremely worthy addition to the series and one I'd whole heatedly recommend to fans of action cinema.

Oh, and the Hot Shots 2 similarity? Well if Rambo has a message it's that killing is a part of human nature and that it's absolutely necessary. He's not joking either as 'the use of war to obtain peace' formed a part of President Obama's Nobel Peace Price acceptance speech. Anyway, there's a moment when Miguel Ferrer's pacifist gets a moment of clarity from Rambo clone Topper Harley proclaiming, "Thank you, Topper. I can kill again, you've given me another reason to live!" It's a moment echoed in Rambo as one of the rescued Missionaries reaches for a rock and bludgeons a Burmese soldier to death. An ironic moment of art inspiring satire, which in turn inspires art. Yep, as Ferrer says in that very scene, "War...It's fantastic!" Damned right!

Tuesday, 10 August 2010

August Pick 'N' Mix




Here's a cool Inception spoof...



Some groovy True Blood advertising...



Oh, and another Inception related spoof...



Fan art to be admired...



Joshua Jackson's ego gets the better of him...



And finally, here's a LOST lookalike...

Monday, 9 August 2010

No S**t Sherlock



It's no wonder that no one had set Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes in the present age as it had the potential to rob the Victorian crime novels of much of their allure. Not so with the BBC's new adaptation Sherlock which updates the original tales to contemporary London. The basics remain intact. Afghanistan war veteran Dr John Watson is introduced to the worlds only 'consulting detective' Sherlock Holmes, with whom he can lodge at 221b Baker Street. Watson then assists Holmes in his efforts to aid Scotland Yard's Inspector Lestrade with various murder cases, some of which have connections to a mysterious crime figure of Moriarty.

I'm not normally drawn to detective TV series but this one's fantastic. The writing of series creators, Mark 'League Of Gentlemen' Gatis and Stephen 'Dr Who' Moffat is great, bringing their wit, imagination and skewed view on people and the world to this adaptation. It's amusing, clever and edgy...all steering closely to the established stories of Conan Doyle (especially Moffat's first story A Study In Pink, a direct adaptation of the original A Study In Scarlett). The writers also emphasise the technology that's available to Holmes in 2010, having him use texts, Google, laptops, cameras, CCTV, mobile phones, television etc to solve the crimes.

Push and Lucky Number Slevin director Paul McGuigan helms episodes 1 and 3 with great visual flair, capturing modern London at a gritty, richly textured metropolis that evokes Holmes's original period setting. He's also inventive with his camera finding abstract, Tarantinoesque ways to communicate Sherlock's though process.

Best of all is the casting. Martin Freeman is understated as Watson, but to be honest, I've never been a huge fan of his work, and here, it's business as normal.
It's Benedict Cumberbatch who owns this series with a perfect portrayal of the great detective, capturing his brilliance, obsessive personality and unrestrained arrogance. This version of Holmes joins the exclusive ranks of Blackadder, Blakes Seven's Avon and Gene Hunt as an anti hero with utter contempt for the rest of humanity, even his friends. As with all these legends, Cumberbatch makes us like him even with his staggering displays of superiority (he asks Watson to hand him his phone...which is sat in the pocket of the jacket he's wearing at the time!)

Great fun, one that I look forward to continuing, given that confirmation of a green lit second season has been confirmed today!

Good Knight, Hope The CGI Bugs Don't Bite



Tom Cruise has let me down. After 18 years of starring in high quality entertainment, starting with 1992's A Few Good Men, Cruise hasn't made a stinker. Better than that, he hasn't even made an average film; a claim that even extends to his cameos in Goldmember and Tropic Thunder. Not since the summer of 1992, when Ron Howard's misfire Far and Away hit our screens, has the megastar headlined something that was simply 'OK'. But he's broken that impressive run with Knight and Day, a comedic, romantic spy thriller.

The main problem lies with a script that simply isn't good enough. It's clearly a character piece, having fun between Cruise's spy Roy Miller, a man who may or may not be a mentally unstable rogue agent and June, a simple girl-next-door type with whom his life gets entwined. But in an effort to keep things light and fluffy their relationship isn't explored with any degree of depth. Director, James Mangold (who's a dab hand at character stuff in Copland, Girl Interrupted, 3:10 To Yuma) has wisely set enough screen time for these characters to interact between bombastic set pieces, but the film rarely sparks during these character moments. To be fair Cruise and Diaz aren't at fault, utilising their wonderfully charismatic screen persona's to full capacity; Cruise grinning and cocky...Diaz bubbly and ditsy.

When the characters aren't talking then they're on the run, away from tragically ineffectual villain Peter Sarsgaard, dodging explosions and bullets either on trains, planes and automobiles. The problems in these scenes are the wealth of crap CGI effects which mostly hover obviously in the background of shots as rear projections of the film's locations. If you've seen Bond films between 1961 and 1989 you'll know this was a common technical problem, that was mostly eliminated with the use of blue screen technology. Not so here as the poor effects distract from all the major action sequences whether it's with CGI bulls or fake, inserted explosions.

What does work? Well John Powell's score is different enough, utilising a French vibe, to make it stand apart from his derivative Bourne soundtracks. The production is old school and sumptuous, using it's globe trotting locations better than most films today (yes, even better captured on film than Inception, I'd say). And the action sequences, when not ruined by CGI, are extremely well staged, with dazzling stunt work (the single shot of Cruise landing on a SUV's hood is particularly memorable.)

But the action, comedy and drama are all compromised. None of it has any edge...the comedy not that funny (the running gag of Diaz being repeatedly drugged doesn't work at all), the action impressive but not that exciting and the drama shallow and obvious, taking the audience nowhere they didn't predict when the film started.
This being produced by Twentieth Century Fox, it could be that Cruise and Mangold were shat on, causing the watered down fluff that Knight & Day unfortunately is.
But it might also be that Cruise and Mangold might have had enough studio independence to mess up their movie, all by themselves...they certainly have the combined clout. With Fox's poor reputation, it could very well be the former, but only time will tell. One could have accused Fox's meddling as the cause of the disaster that is Shyamalan's The Happening in 2008. Reviews for The Last Airbender, which are poor at best, seem to suggest that it was Shyamalan, not Fox, that has weak artistic judgement. In a similar vein, it could very well prove to be that Cruise and Mangold's quality control is on the blink. Pray it gets fixed.

Sunday, 8 August 2010

Enticed By The Ultra-Nice Splice



Splice, produced by Guillermo del Toro, is a rarity in horror films these days; something intelligent. Somewhat reminiscent to Spieces, it has Adrian Brodey and Sarah Polley as scientists geneticall splicing the DNA of different animals to produced original creatures that will naturally produce proteins that can be harvested for medical purposes. When permission to proceed with splicing human and animal DNA is denied, they proceed anyway, hiding the results away in the basement.
But they find that the sentient creature they provide difficult to remain emotionally detatched to.

While it has horror aspects, in particular in having one of the main characters a monster, this is a science fiction drama first and foremost. The dynamic of professional and private partnership is tested as the nature of their secret experiment begins to develop with the inclusion of their creation, Dren, into their relationship. Also, themes of parenthood are explored, from discussions about conception, to the joys and complications of birth and coping with a new child, to much more complex Freudian psychological issues that exist between parents and their fast maturing child.

It's a small but sharp looking production with the special effects in particular deserving special praise. Whether it's animatronics, CGI or prosthetics the effects in Splice are top notch...certainly the best stuff I've seen from Howard Berger's K.N.B. make-up shop. True to form Brodey and Polley are on form and French actress Delphine Chanéac commendably communicates Dren's complexity in her inner transformation from child to young-adult.

Although it does touch on familiar monster movie staples (the monster simply has to get unleashed at some point) it's done with enough of a twist to make the outcome uncertain. Splice is good stuff, sharing the same genetic code as Cronenberg's The Fly, although it's not quite as accomplished as that classic. Between this and Predators, it seems like Adrian Brodey's moving into horror territory as a career. Maybe the larger hootered one will play Pinhead in a Hellraiser remake...

Torment - The Tormenting Tormentor



Fear is simple. It's a stripped to basics, primal concept. Therefore, when it comes to depicting fear in horror movies, not a great deal of detail, complication or convolution is required. Just keep it simple. Why is it then with a premise so streamlined and simple as it is in British horror movie, The Torment, that it rarely makes any sense at all?

Anna and Alex are a happily co-habiting couple. Late one night, Alex's best mate David comes a calling, requesting lodging as he's just split up with his girlfriend. David starts to act strangely, as we become aware that something spooky might have followed him to his temporary accommodation. As David becomes more and more unhinged by the entities he's convinced are laying siege to the flat, he drags Alex and their upstairs neighbour Kate into his stressed state of mind.

While that might look fine on paper, it's terribly handled. While we can see David's visions of decomposing ghosts and abstract monsters, his flatmates can't. The degree to which Alex and Anna put up with David's antics is unbelievable, slashing the credibility of this supernatural thriller completely. Sleepwalking might be fine but allowing a ranting, dribbling, kitchen knife wielding maniac to occupy your flat for a second night without kicking the nutter out or seeking professional assistance from the men in white coats defies belief.

Visually is confined to the flat interior, and is handled reasonably well. But with a story that doesn't convince, interest starts to wane very quickly, making the setting gratingly familiar. Oh, and when your sanest character Anna, has an irritatingly squeaky voice, you'll soon twig that the whole enterprise is a useless as a relaxation lamp designed by Michael Bay.

Friday, 6 August 2010

The Wes Craven Remake On The Left



If you're doing a remake of a film with a highly regarded cult status, you have to tread carefully, so as not to upset the purists. If you're going to make a film which addresses rape, then you need to walk a fine line as well. Too horrific, you risk alienating your audience and invite criticism of exploitation; using rape to 'entertain'. If you go in the other direction and make rape too inconsequential or the tone in which it's presented too dumbed down, then you could attract similar outrage. Fortunately the remake of Wes Craven's controversial shocker Last House On The Left gets it just right.

If you're not familiar with the original, which this mirrors closely, then it has Tony Goldwyn, Monica Potter and all-American daughter Sara Paxton settle into their remote lakeside country house for the summer. However Paxon and her pal cross paths with escaped convict Garrett (Cromartie) Dillahunt and family. After they discover the horrors that Dillahunt has inflicted on their daughter (and now dead friend), Tony and Monica get to work...

The film is fraught with tension, first as Paxton and Martha MacIsaac slowly realise they're in over their heads and later as the threat of rape and murder increases. Once the violence is unleashed (a delicate balance of uncomfortable viewing and necessary storytelling) the tension shifts to the parents...Will they discover what Dillahunt have crew done? Will they escape or seek retribution? Of course, knowing the brutality of the bad guy's deeds, much of the tension is derived from the audience seeking the later.

There's no great depth to this or groundbreaking exploration of the violation of women in contemporary times. But it is an extremely well made thriller with a strong cast (Goldwyn and Potter sell their transformation from repressed professionals to terminator-like upholders of justice with ease) and a classy, Euro-thriller tone that's respectful of it's delicate subject matter. Oh and the final shot ranks up there as one of my all time favorites. Horror remakes seem to be notoriously difficult to pull off recently, but that doesn't seem to apply to Wes Craven remakes as this is on a similar level of quality to The Hills Have Eyes remake. Who knows, maybe there's a classy version of Shocker in our future...

Operation Cast Magnet



So how does a cast this impressive get attached to a film that goes straight to DVD?
In the case of Operation Endgame, I'm guessing it's the script. This low budget spy movie takes place within the confines of a secret base (much like True Lies or Get Smart) on the day of President Obama's inauguration. In it work two teams of agents, the Alphas and the Omegas, all of which are given code names derived from tarot cards (Empress, Devil, Chariot, Fool, etc). After their boss is murdered, they team up into pairs trying to catch the killer...but then the body count increases dramatically...

The script has a witty irreverence that mirrors the ambitions of Tarantino. There's plenty of juicy character stuff and verbal sparring (and swearing, thank God) for the actors to get their teeth in to, along with brief bursts of violence to punctuate the banter. The ensemble cast, including the aggressive Rob Corddry (Hot Tub Time Machine), Maggie Q (MI:III), Jeffery Tambor (Hellboy),Emilie De Ravin (Lost), Ellen Barkin (Oceans Thirteen), Zach Galifianakis (The Hangover), uber babe Odette Yustman (Cloverfield) and Ving Rhames (you name it), and a host of other familiar actors you know but can't quite name, are all fine in what is essentially an office' comedy.

But...

...it's directed with all the skill of a deceased Frenchman. While you can detect the wit in the script, the cast are rarely able to make it work thanks to the leaden direction. It looks bland and it plays bland. Only Corddry, playing a similar self obsessive asshole as he did in Hot Tub Time Machine, rises above the energy draining direction. The political subtext is lost in the cut too, making this one lost opportunity. It's a diverting and inoffensive (in terms of quality) 90 minutes, but you can't help but think that in the hands of a director with talent, this might have been something special.

The Tart With The Dragon Tats



The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, is based on the first in the Millennium series of novels, which is the third most popular thing to come out of Sweden (after Abba and Volvos). Having received rave reviews from critics around the globe, it's now being adapted for the English language market by David Fincher. And you can see why he's interested because, yes, Dragon Tattoo is about serial killers.

A renowned, old style, provocative journalist is hired by by an aging family member of one of Sweden's biggest corporations to solve the murder of his niece, who disappeared decades earlier. We also meet Lisbeth, an incredibly smart yet anti-social security firm employee, who's been hired to shadow Blomkvist, finding out all she can about him. However it's not long before they've teamed up to solve the crime.

What is essentially an old fashioned, cinematic version of Cold Case, is livened up by a stellar performance and a script which disturbingly explores Sweden's dark side (neo-Nazis/corporate bullying), along with an over-arching theme of 'brutality towards women'. This is seen through the murder investigation itself, but most strikingly through the eyes of Lisbeth, whose past and present encounters with men have left her cold and rebellious, but also strong and resilient.

As a entry into the murder/mystery genre it's good but not great. As a character study of two distinctly opposed souls who are united with their obsession in uncovering the truth, it's definitely a cut above. So much so it feels completely pointless in Fincher remaking it. Still, if I'd said that about Insomnia we wouldn't have got Christopher Nolan's masterful remake. Bring it on Fincher!

Freddy Goes Post Modern



After the clustercuss that was Freddy's Dead, New Line Cinema were wise enough to listen to Freddy Kruger creator Wes Craven when he came knocking at their doors a couple of years later. Mr Craven saw that the only way to continue the horror film franchise was to make an actual horror film (not some misguided fantasy comedy) in which to make Kruger relevant once more. And Craven's idea was inspired...

Predating Scream's self referential post-modernism by a few years, Wes Craven's New Nightmare has Craven, original Nightmare actors Heather Langenkamp, John Saxon and Robert England and a host of New Line executives play themselves. In the story, Craven and New Line approach Langenkamp to play herself in a new addition of the Elm Street franchise; effectively mirroring their efforts to get this particular film made. Where it deviates is Freddy Kruger himself. Not simply a character performed by Robert England, Freddy is revealed to be an malevolant ancient supernatural force that adopts the appearance of evil icons throughout history...Freddy being it's chosen form in modern times. It seems the only way to contain the evil is to trap it within a story...like a movie, for example!

The other inspired element is the reference to fairy tales, suggesting that this method of storytelling has also been used to record tales of this immortal, evil force. Langenkamp has a young child who likes the Hansel & Gretal fairy tale, of which there are repeated references throughout, with Freddy now represented as the boogieman who lurks under the sheets at the bottom of the bed.

On the plus side the film returns to a more serious style; less campy and fun...more thriller and scary in tone. Freddy himself has been redesigned into something more demonic, with England cutting back with the majority of the wisecracks. There's plenty of references to Elm Street 1 (the rotating phone/the tongue telephone) suggesting this is the film bringing the franchise full circle, and there's some inventive deaths, as you'd expect.

Of course the film is not without it's faults. The reliance on Langenkamp (at a career best here...so that's not saying much) and a group of non-actors means the performances are seriously lacking a lot of the time. Craven, while an improvement over most of the directors in this franchise, still isn't the scariest helmer in the world and the ending, which takes place in a hellish dreamscape, is cheap, and clashes with the 'grounded' reality of the rest of the film.

But it is smart. It is compelling in a serious way (as a proper horror film should be) and it is entertaining. One of the best of the franchise, this ended the Elm Street series on a high note (and yes, I'm not counting Freddy Vs Jason.)

The Brendan Fraser Self Torture Kit



Some thoughts regarding Bredan Fraser's new family comedy:-

1/ Oh God. Oh God. Please God why? Please make it stop.

2/ Has Brendan Fraser ever made a 'great' film? Having not seen Bill Condon's acclaimed drama, Gods & Monsters, I cannot comment. But the Oscar winning Crash is highly over-rated and his breakout success, although deserved, is based on the first two Mummy films (and only the second of those can be classed as good).

3/ All talking live-action animal films are dire and, with the exception of the chipmunk franchise, they're box office disasters too. G-Force, Marmaduke and Cats & Dogs 2 have all been expensive flops over the last 12 months. Hollywood, after Yogi Bear this winter, PLEASE STOP!

4/ If Inception is what represents everything great about the medium of cinema, Furry Vengeance is it's exact opposite. On a technical level, the film is flawed in every conceivable way. Why was a director who could not handle comedy chosen to direct something containing humour?

5/ A kids film this might be, but please don't let your children see this. When you reach old age, they will remind you of the pain that you inflicted on them, by making them endure this massive skunk dropping.

Wednesday, 4 August 2010

Mind Heist



Well here’s the short, spoiler free verdict; Inception is a masterpiece.

Want a bit more info, then read on, but at some point I’m going to have to talk about the story so I’ll warn you when the spoilers are about to hit. Because, complex though it is, you’re better off watching Inception in a cinema, with as little prior knowledge as possible, to gain the most from the experience.

If you’ve read other reviews of Christopher Nolan directed flicks in these pages then you’ll know I rate his work very highly. In fact, I think Nolan is the best, most consistent film director working today. Spielberg’s had a couple of blips, Cameron’s Avatar, while visually stunning, lacks weight and Shyamalan lost the plot with The Happening. Only Bryan Singer and Peter Jackson come close in the last decade. And Inception is one of Nolan’s best, if not his very best movie so far (only time and the potential for repeat viewings will tell).

Let’s get some of the obvious stuff out of the way first. Wally Pfister’s photography is richly detailed, subtle and classy, as normal. Hans Zimmer’s score is mesmerising, as normal. On a technical level, it’s a near flawless piece of work; the effects, stunts, editing, production design and make up are all of an award winning standard. The ensemble of young, A-list talent is on top form. It’s surely DiCaprio’s finest performance while Tom Hardy brings a notable roguish charm as the forger, Eames.

While the film has gone onto remarkable critical acclaim, there are a few that have found fault. So, allow me to retort to those criticisms:-
1/ It’s might be intellectual, yet it’s emotionally cold. Bollocks to that I say. The ending is as emotional as anything I’ve seen (the moment Cobb’s kids turn round to look at him had me choked up).
2/ It’s full of plot holes which make the emotional payoff worthless. Bollocks to that I say. The plot, despite the complexity, is remarkably tight. What possible plot holes there are can be explained away….depending on how you interpret the story (see below).
3/ There’s nothing surreal or imaginative in the dream worlds. Of course not I say! The whole point of this movie is that you can’t distinguish between the dream world and reality, while you‘re experiencing a dream. Therefore, while a character would accept a fire breathing dragon as absolutely real while in a dream, the audience would know it’s not. The whole point of Inception is that the audience can’t tell either. Dumb asses.
4/ It’s boring…Total Recall is much better. Bollocks to that I say. The people who are bored seem to be the ones who can be arsed to concentrate on the plotting or work at deciphering the subtext. Total Recall, which is undoubtedly entertaining, is a string of violent action sequence with two or three scenes suggesting it’s all going on in Arnie’s head. It hardly competes with what’s going on here.

So with that out of the way, I need to talk about Inception’s remarkable script.

Basically, Leonardo DiCaprio’s Dom Cobb is hired to plant an idea (a process called Inception) in Cillian Murphy’s mind, via his dreams. Structured like a classic heist movie (The Italian Job/Oceans Eleven), Cobb recruits his team before embarking on his mission impossible. Cobb’s incentive to complete the task is that his name will be cleared with the U.S. immigration authorities, allowing him to return home to his two, young children. However, things are complicated by Mal (Marion Cottilard), Cobb’s dead wife, who still lurks in his subconscious thoughts, waiting to disrupt any job he’s working on. Reminding me of the structure of The Matrix, the rules of the dream world are carefully laid out in the first half of the film, and repeated throughout the mission, so that the audience clearly understands the complex parameters of shared dream technology. There’s a hell of a lot to take in, so even a momentary lapse in concentration, may end up in you playing catch up for the rest of the story. Inception is definitely designed for multiple viewings.

What’s wonderful is that, like the aforementioned Matrix, Inception not only works perfectly on a surface storytelling level, but also on other levels as well, if you’re prepared to look for them. And it’s a rare skill for a mainstream movie to accommodate. I adore films like Guy Richie’s Revolver or Alex Proyas’ Dark City which deal with complex philosophical themes…but neither work smoothly for an audience that wants a story to make sense on just it’s own terms, without having to decipher a load of pretentious mumbo jumbo (their words, not mine) to get a sense of resolution. Inception, even at a two and a half hour running time, is a lightening paced rollercoaster ride that engages from it’s first to last frame, gathering momentum unstoppably as it goes. And when you leave the theatre, you understand what’s just happened.

Or do you? The great thing is about this film is how your perceptions change after you’ve left the cinema. Nolan often wants you to experience the story just like the characters experience the story. In Memento, Nolan delivered the narrative backwards in 10 minute chunks, so you can experience what it’s like to have no short term memory. In The Prestige, he unravels the plot like a magic trick…so when the illusions in the story are revealed at the end, it ties in with revelations about the magic trick the main characters are obsessed with.

Inception is all about the perception of reality. Throughout the story, Cobb is challenged by the memory/subconscious projection of his wife Mal as to what reality is. At what point does he perceive to be dreaming and at what point does he perceive himself to be awake. Through clever, some might say infuriating story devices, Nolan puts us, his audience, in that mindset too!

I was confident about my interpretation of the story upon my initial viewing, but soon afterward, I began to see, not only alternatives in terms of what I perceived the story to be, but also multiple readings as to the thematic content of the film.



SPOILER WARNING!

The ambiguity comes down to two things. At no point is there a cinematic device to communicate to the audience that they’re watching a dream. There’s no flying farmhouse like in The Wizard of Oz, nor is there the ‘travelling down the telephone line’ that alerts us in The Matrix to our dreaming/waking state.
Then there’s the film’s final shot. Cobb, and his dream invading colleagues each carry a totem; a unique object (in Cobb’s case a spinning top) that only they know how it feels like and behaves. That way, they can use their totem to see if they’re awake and back in reality, or still asleep or in somebody else’s dream. Previously, we’ve seen Cobb spin his top to check reality, and if back in the real world, it topples (in the dream state it will carry on spinning). The final shot see’s Cobb spin the top, only to walk away from it. Both Cobb, and us the audience, never get to see the top fall over as the movie cuts, mid spin.

My Original Interpretation

My initial reaction was that Cobb had completed his mission, successfully planting the idea in Fisher’s dreams, woken up and returned to his kids. Although we never see the spinning top fall in the final shot, it does wobble, implying it will fall over soon, thus confirming he’s awake and in reality. Try this link to have the whole thing explained.

The Dream Alternative

Then the doubt started creeping in. If the spinning top doesn’t fall then Cobb is still in a dream. If his reunion with his kids isn’t in reality, then at what point in the story have we actually seen ‘reality’. Is it after he’s tried out the new drugs which induce dreaming (since we never get to see Cobb spin his totem after that) or is he unknowingly in a dream the entire movie? There's plenty of references supporting this argument including a drug den employee who states that for his customers, who experience 40 hours a day in their drug induced dreamstate, that, "It has now become their reality. Who are we to say otherwise?" Cobb's father as played by Michael Caine implores his son to "Come back to reality" while later, Yusuf replies "Depends on the dream" when asked by Ariadne why someone would want to stay in a 10 year long dreamstate. There’s a great explanation of that theory here.

Of course if it is ALL a dream, that means that most or all of the characters are all figment’s of Cobb’s imagination; or in Inception terms, projections of his subconscious. If you subscribe to the theories of renowned psychologist Carl Jung, then you’ll know that he believed that the mind was divided into distinctive archetypes that interact with each other. These archetypes are why classic stories retain their power, such as Star Wars, The Bible and Lord of the Rings. Within these stories, and our own mind, lie the archetypes such as the hero, wise man, trickster etc. All of these archetypes can be applied to the characters that surround Cobb in Inception. Check out this site for more on that concept.

The Other Theory

In the movie, Cobb completes the job he’s hired to do by Saito, a wealthy Asian businessman, and as a consequence manages to resolve his personal issues regarding his dead wife Mal.
But, what if Cobb has been conned into thinking he’s doing a job for Saito, where he’s really being lured into a perpetual dream state where he can deliberately be allowed to resolve his subconscious issues.
Maybe it’s not really Cobb who’s conning Fisher into inception…maybe it’s Saito conning Cobb into inception. Or perhaps it’s Ariadne, not Saito, that’s the one organising the con, as a way to perform some shrink therapy on Cobb. Either way, it may not be Cobb who’s pulling the strings. See here for more.

I know it frustrates a lot of people who require a definitive resolution to their movies. One prominent reviewer stated that Inception had a Schrodinger’s Ending, referring to the infamous quantum physics experiment Schrodinger’s Cat. In that experiment a cat is sealed in a box with a 50/50 chance of it being poisoned. Until the box is opened there's no way to know if the cat is dead or alive. Therefore, the cat exists as both living AND dead at the same time, until the answer is revealed. So with Inception, the reviewer argues that all interpretations of the story are valid until Christopher Nolan tells us definitively which version is correct (which I'm sure he'll never do). The reviewer, monikered Massawyrm, hates this. I do not. Who says a film HAS to have one definitive interpretation. It's narrow minded. Either pick a version you like or accept that all versions of the story are valid and shut your pie hole!

And that’s just the story itself, to say nothing of the subtext or meaning that lies within. Nolan streamlines the visual and dialogue, often repeating images or phrases to make a point.

Trains = This comes to represent Cobb’s ex-wife Mal, as she unstoppable bursts from his subconscious. A verbal image is used to represent Mal’s beliefs about death/the afterlife; that it will take you on a journey where you don’t know the destination, but it will reunite you with loved ones. It's revealed that the Cobal job, which is the film's opening dream sequence, ultimately takes place on a train (Cobb elects to get off, before it reaches it's destination as he doesn't like trains, as we find out.)

Water = In one form or another, water plays a large part of the dreamscapes we encounter. In the first dream level it’s raining (amusingly because Yusuf's subconscious is telling him he wants a pee!) In the second, water behaves strangely during shifts in gravity. In the third level its all ice, snow and avalanches. And in the forth level it’s the ocean. In all levels water represents the unconstructed, volatile fluidity of the subconscious mind.
As with other movies, it also represents a cleansing of the human spirit. Only Cobb and Fisher are seen to drink a glass of water on the plane, before they start dreaming…and it is those two who emerge from water (the river/the sea) changed men after their experiences.

Squares and Grids = Like The Matrix and The Dark Knight, the streamlined, man-made and angular locations the characters find themselves in are meant to communicate they’re in a controlled, constructed environment. There’s never any curved architecture or little countryside (aside from the ice…see above). The film’s suggesting that whenever you see this rigid structures you’re seeing a dream world that’s been constructed by an architect. The thing is, these angular locations, inside and out, can also be seen in scenes that are supposed to be taking place in reality (like in the Parisian classroom or Cobb‘s apartment) …suggesting that Cobb is in a dream state at these moments as well.

Drugs = Not only do the dreamers have to induce a compound to allow them to share dreams, there are repeated references to dreamings addictive qualities. As Cobb correctly observes about Ariadne, "reality won't be enough for her now". For Cobb himself, it's suggested that "he can't dream anymore" without the assistance of a compound, much like a drug addict can't do without a fix to achieve a level of normality in their life. Also, Cobb visits what clearly looks like an opium den, with compound users led in a hidden basement, sharing a 'fix'.

There’s a lot of conceptual tensions that are set up in the story.

1/ Reality vs. Dreams. As mentioned before, the perception of what is imagined and what is real is the foundation of Inception. Also, does it at the end of the day matter? Cobb and Fisher both achieve a positive, emotional catharsis (and so does the audience)so really, who cares if it’s real or not?

If you're familiar with the notions put forward by philosopher Bauldrillard in the 60's and 70's, then you'll know these concepts are right up his street. He put forward the case of "the loss of the real". That we're bombarded by so many images, descriptions, theories and ideas about our world, that it's no longer possible to separate what is actually 'real' and what we perceive (from all the media manipulated information that we're bomarded with) as 'real'. If, 1000 years ago, you encountered a horse, then that genuine experience would have been real. These days we've seen pictures of horses, magnificent paintings, soundbites on the radio, races on television, photographs of cloned horses in magazines, cartoon representations in comics that our perceptions of what it would be like to actually encounter a horse, is different from a face-to-face experience with one. Just like the difference in Saito recognising the difference, at the beginning of the movie, between a real rug and a simulation; a copy constructed from perception of reality, not reality itself.

2/ Knowledge vs. Faith. A lot of Cobb’s issues stem from the fact he still doubts whether he’s awake or dreaming. When Ariadne says of Mal, ”She’s not real” Cobb replies, “How do you know?” In his final conversation with Mal (well himself actually, as she’s just a projection of his subconscious) he tells himself he KNOWS the difference between dream and reality. But she responds by asking him what he believes, not by what he knows.

Throughout, both Saito and Mal invite Cobb to take a “leap of faith”, to stop questioning what he knows and to believe in what he sees as reality and to believe in his choices.

3/ Past Vs Future. Cobb, guilt ridden and regretful, has abandonded his future ,as represented by his children, whose faces he willfully avoids looking at (he regretfully chooses to flee rather that having been chased away) and is haunted by his past, as represented by Mal, whose suicide he blames himself for).

4/ Order Vs Chaos. The conscious mind is seen as ordered, such as mazes, cities, buildings and roads while the subconscious is seen as chaotic; naturalistic and unpredictable.

5/ Heaven Vs Hell. Hell is seen as being an “old man, filled with regret, waiting to die alone” as represented in Saito’s limbo residence, all lit with flame coloured hues. Heaven, the brightly lit, out of focus, slow motion world that’s represented during the last few minutes of the film is seen as somewhere cathartic, where faith has been embraced, innocence inside yourself has been rediscovered and where reunions with long seen loved ones can happen.

Choices & Promises

Linking these ’tensions’ together is the theme of choice. For inception to work then the mark (the target, in this case Fisher) has to believe that they originated the planted idea themselves. They have to decide whether the idea is theirs and theirs alone. Cobb has to make a decision to choose between the opposites listed above, whether to choose as to whether Mal’s real or not, to stay with her forever in limbo or to return to his kids, and to decide between reality and dreaming.

Of the latter, Cobb decides it doesn’t matter, He turns his back on his totem, effectively ignoring what ‘truth’ it will tell him. We’re told that dreams are constructed like mazes, to keep the dreamer trapped inside so they remain unaware of their dream state. In the final shot Cobb exit’s the house and enters the garden…which could be seen as him exiting the maze (as it no longer matters what ‘reality’ he’s in). However, while Cobb might have turned his back, we the audience have not, effectively keeping us in the maze.

The choice of performing inception on Mal has obviously placed its toll on Cobb; regret and guilt being the outcome. The guilt stems from the broken promise where he’d guaranteed his wife they’d be together forever. Since guilt leads to doubt, which in turn leads to a lack of belief in ones choices, Cobb has to start believing again… to make a “leap of faith”…in order to move forward. By letting go of Mal (by acknowledging her death rather than trying to keep her alive as a memory) and by choosing to embrace a reunion with his kids (by saving Saito from limbo so he can fulfill his promise to clear Cobb’s name) he’s able to achieve catharsis.
If you subscribe to the theory that Saito is performing inception on Cobb then “taking a leap of faith” is the idea he’s trying to plant.

Movies As Dreams

Moving on, the film can be interpreted as a dream itself. What you’re watching on the big screen isn’t ‘real’, it all imagined with everything onscreen from the locations, sound, dialogue, story and performances having been constructed by a collaboration of imaginative minds. So while the characters onscreen share dreams, so we the audience are sharing the dream that is Inception too.

In the movie, the team of characters are seen to collaborate on performing inception by constructing the dream. Therefore, if the movie is a dream, then Cobb and his team are responsible for the film and as such, can be seen to acquire the primary roles that go into movie making. E.g., Cobb is the director, Arthur is the producer etc. See here for more on that reading of the film.

So there you go. The ramblings of a film geek. Congratulations and apologies if you’ve finished this article, but it had to be done, if not for your benefit then for mine. With so many layers, ideas, concepts and interpretations on offer then I guess I needed to get this typed out so I can make sense of it myself.

Is it a great movie? Hell yeah. A great drama. A great action film. A great heist movie. A pub debating movie. Just take care. If you watch this then go straight to bed then insomnia* might just be the result as this film gets stuck in your head.

* No, I’m not talking about Christopher Nolan’s 2002 crime movie remake.