"EVERYBODY WANTS SOME!!"
Written and Directed by Richard Linklater
**** (four stars)
RATED R
I am unable to fully express to you the undeniable magic that existed during the 1979/1980 school year when I was in the 5th grade in an upstairs clubhouse of a classroom with some of my most cherished childhood friends and one of the finest teachers I have ever been graced to have had in my life, Mr. John Wilson. Furthermore, I am unable to fully express to you the undeniable magic that existed when I arrived at college in 1987 and the four years that ensued. For both of those specific periods, with all of their respective beginnings and endings and experiences both good and bad, these years were deeply instrumental in my growth and development into the person I exist as today in 2016. I would not trade those years for anything and if I had the possession of a time machine, I think I would seriously ponder travelling backwards just to revisit days, night and even mere moments just to experience them again (albeit from a different perspective).
In some ways, I am almost beginning to wonder if Writer/Director Richard Linklater is not solely a filmmaker but inexplicably some sort of time traveler. Now certainly not in the sense of a fictional character like Dr. Who or a figure out of an H.G. Wells tale. But, Linklater, throughout his career, has carried this uncanny ability to chart specific time periods and the emotional, psychological and philosophical landscapes specific to each and all periods--and to such a highly entertaining degree--that he is truly an artist of an extremely rare quality.
In recent years, Richard Linklater has truly found himself into an especially fruitful artistic groove. After delivering "Bernie" (2011), the terrific true crime/dark comedy which features the career best performance to date from Jack Black, as well as the outstanding "Before Midnight" (2013), and his masterpiece, the beautiful, brilliant "Boyhood" (2014), Linklater moves backwards and forwards in time once again with his latest entry, "Everybody Wants Some!!," his self described "spiritual sequel" to his classic "Dazed And Confused" (1993). As you would certainly expect, the film is indeed a wild, raucous ride filled wall-to-wall with sex, drugs, and rock and roll yet its deep perceptiveness into the male ego and the poignancy surrounding the beginnings of collegiate life will certainly sneak up on you and warmly surprise as Linklater ensures that the film is not just a wild party but a film that provides the proceedings with a palpable urgency and even fragility to match its rambunctious energy.
Where "Dazed And Confused" focused upon one long day, night and the following early morning beginning with the last day of high school for a collective of students in 1976, "Everybody Wants Some!!" flashes forwards to August 28,1980 as we follow Jake (Blake Jenner), Texas college Freshman and new pitcher to the university's baseball team, as he arrives at his new school and living quarters, a dilapidated house designated for members of the baseball team.
Jake is immediately ingratiated with, and also runs afoul of, several of his new team and housemates including the loquacious would be charmer Finnegan (Glen Powell), the perpetually stoned Carl Sagan/Pink Floyd devotee and would be guru Willoughby (Wyatt Russell), testy and jealous would be B.M.O.C. McReynolds (Tyler Hoechlin), would be playboy Roeper (Ryan Guzman) among others during a full weekend of male bonding, competition and rampant debauchery for one last summertime blast before the school year begins.
Richard Linklater's "Everybody Wants Some!!" is a rambling, raunchy, and raw joyride of a film that deserves and fully earns its self-description as being the spiritual sequel to "Dazed And Confused." It's shaggy structure, which follows Jake and his team/housemates for the entire weekend all the way to moments into their first day in the lecture halls, showcases the Linklater aesthetic as this is indeed a film that does not function via a plotline or really even a story. "Everybody Wants Some!!," like most of the films within Linklater's filmography, is a "slice of life" film so authentic to its sense of time, place and most importantly, behavior, that the film could also be seen as somewhat of a quasi-sequel to "Boyhood" and therefore, a quasi-prequel to "Before Sunrise" (1995) as we witness characters of a certain age navigating their post high school lives.
This is where I feel that Richard Linklater functions as somewhat of a time traveler, because he is so truthful to the time period as well as to the specific time of life, that he has blissfully captured late adolescence that is specific to it own time period while also functioning as lyrical odes that are indeed timeless. These characters are stepping into the shoes of all who have come before them and setting the stage for all who will arrive after them, while having experiences and self-discoveries that are as universal as they are individualistic.
In fact, and also like "Boyhood," I believe that you will also find yourselves travelling through your memories and discovering key moments that fully mirror the antics on-screen. An early sequence, which finds Jake and his crew driving around and all enthusiastically rapping along to The Sugarhill Gang's now iconic "Rapper's Delight" instantly brought me back to my 5th grade mornings on the school bus and how the Earth shifted every single time "Rapper's Delight" played over the bus driver's radio. Additionally, I often traveled back to 1987 when I arrived at college and moved into the third floor of the all male dormitory in which I would call "home" for four years. During my Freshman year, I was a daily witness to various mammoth members of the Wisconsin Badgers football team having lunch together in the common room fully engrossed in episodes of "Days Of Our Lives," a memory that was mirrored in the film by the baseball team players ensconced in their viewings of "All My Children." Memories long dormant were triggered over and again as I watched "Everybody Wants Some!!," again making the full experience of viewing a Richard Linklater film as something completely immersive and never at any point mindlessly passive.
With "Everybody Wants Some!!," Linklater again provides us with a cinematic 1980 landscape so meticulously designed and executed that could also exist as a documentary! From the clothes, locations, vehicles, hairstyles (man, were those "porn-staches" that prevalent?) and of course, the sparkling opening to end credit soundtrack (which fully sat inside of my personal wheelhouse), the film nearly feels as if it was unearthed from some sort of time capsule rather than a film production lensed and brought to vivid life in the 21st century.
Aside from the aesthetics, what is truly notable about the film is that I feel that this just may be Linklater's most testosterone heavy film to date as the cast dominates in male characters and therefore, male behavior in all of its aggressive, comical, vulgar, overbearing penis envy from the seemingly endless carousing for girls, locker room banter that feels to exist anywhere and everywhere from sunrise to alcoholic pass-outs, and the eternal jockeying of athletic and sexual prowess.
The male bravado is indeed overwhelming at times (it's almost like viewing a squadron of the Matthew McConaughey character from "Dazed And Confused"), I have to admit.that I often remarked to myself that what I was witnessing was precisely why I habitually steered away from certain types of aggressive male friendships throughout my life. Yet, Linklater completely ensures that his film never exists as or descends into becoming what could have been a new and wholly unnecessary version of the odious "Porky's" (1982), due to his insight and perceptiveness into this specific brand of male behavior and therefore, male insecurity.
Linklater provides us with a front row seat into what is essentially a Darwinian survival of the fittest regarding all of the male characters within "Everybody Wants Some!!." While the hazing rituals as depicted in "Dazed And Confused" make their return in this new film, and aside from one wild sequence upon the baseball field, the taunts and humiliations exist as more of a psychological and social degree than physical but the fear, scars, bruises and wounds are rampant regardless of how deeply these young men try to conceal them. With so much male bravado on constant display, any sense of perceived softness or sensitivity is viewed as weakness. One of the more soft spoken characters is teased relentlessly about his lack of a mustache while another gentler character is endlessly razed over his long distance relationship and repeatedly has his given name changed by his teammates regardless of all of his protests no matter how vehemently they are expressed.
Yet, Linklater is quite sly with his affectionate, observational, non-judgmental style, especially when regarding just how fragile these young men truly are as well as the obvious homo-erotic tension/fear that exists as well. Take their nightly carousing of the local dance clubs, for instance. First, we have all of the primping and preening these men undertake upon themselves, one of whom laboriously stares at the reflection of his own posterior in the mirror, ensuring that he has what he refers to as "the best cheese on campus." Then, we have various sequences of the nights themselves as they go from disco clubs then to country and western bars and finally, ending up at a punk rock show, all the while attempting to change and adapt to any new locale or any potential hookups...and never being content to ever just be themselves, whomever each of these characters happen to be underneath the overwhelming machismo. Save for Jake, to an extent.
"Everybody Wants Some!!," for all of its riotous energy, is a film that surprisingly grows quieter and more contemplative over the course of its running time. Jake eventually begins a relationship late in the film with the film's sole primary female character, a theater and performing arts major named Beverly (Zoey Deutch--incidentally the daughter of actress Lea Thompson and Director Howard Deutch). Their first major scenes together, one of which is a telephone call and another set in her dorm room, are both witty and revealing of each character's misconceptions and prejudices about the other as well as their mutual attraction and publicly concealed hopes for their respective futures. But returning to the cast of male characters, we do also have the opportunity to have several touching moments where competition phases into camaraderie and adversaries phase into mutual admiration. Yes, building friendships could all vanish in a flash and return to hefty rivalry--and it does tend to--but the possibles are present and relevant.
Mostly, we see these men though all of their public masks and social facades, which all exist to obscure their individual levels of fear and inadequacy, whether with women or even greater, their respective places on the baseball team and their potential futures as professional athletes. In their individual high schools, they were all the star players but now, in a sea of star players, nobody is a star player and the anxiety that ensues is deeply perceptive. We see how the Freshmen players are indeed hazed more frequently and the heightened state in which they exist in comparison to the pseudo relaxed state the upperclassmen players exude. But uncertainty for all of them are ever present.
One character named Niles (Juston Street), who is notable for possessing a pitch that clocks in at a speed of 95 m.p.h. and a veritable lock for a professional career in baseball, is the most unhinged character in the film by a mile. And then, there is the team's sole African-American player named Dale (Quinton Johnson), an upperclassman and as much of an Alpha dog as any of his teammates but even so, I could only imagine his transition to to this small Texas college and the baseball team when he was a Freshman (certainly that could be a film all by itself).
For Jake and the baseball team players, the pecking order is ever shifting and tenuous. The reality of athletic injuries certainly could rest in the back of all of their minds as well. So, why not anesthetize the anxiety with as much drink, drugs and women as possible? This is the existential core of "Everybody Wants Some!!"--if being an athlete and sexually desirable defines me as a man, then if I fail, am I still a man? Inevitably, failure will become evident for some, if not most of these characters, but for now, for college, let the good time roll.
Richard Linklater's "Everybody Wants Some!!" is a breezy, free flowing, often very funny, richly insightful and beautifully realized film filled with fully naturalistic performances from his entire cast, who collectively grow to become enormously endearing by the film's end, and even then, I still wanted to see more--from the remainder of that first class lecture to the first week and throughout the first year.
"Everybody Wants Some!!" is a virtual time machine, in cinematic presentation and soulful philosophy, again signifying how Richard Linklater is not only one of our most idiosyncratic filmmakers but also one of our most humane.
Thursday, April 21, 2016
Friday, April 1, 2016
SAVAGE CINEMA'S COMING ATTRACTIONS FOR APRIL 2016
New month and at long last, new movies!!!!
Last month, I expressed that I did feel a bit of a need to take a short hiatus, as I needed to step away from movies and writing about movies after the huge output from the late 2015 releases and the Oscar season and telecast. Now, I am more than feeling the itch to get back to my local cinema and take in whatever 2016 has to offer me and this month, I am more than excited about three offerings in particular.
1. Writer/Director Jeff Nichols who has previously delivered the excellent psychological, apocalyptic thriller "Take Shelter" (2011) as well as the coming of age, summertime Gothic drama "Mud" (2012) returns with "Midnight Special," a science fiction themed film, his first in four years. Nichols has truly proven himself to be a filmmaker worth watching and I am very curious with his latest offering.
Just to be able to stretch my movie muscles again will be great and hopefully, these three offerings will have more than enough to not only entertain but to also stimulate my writing muscles. So, as always, I ask that you send to me the very best of your well wishes...
...and I will see you when the house lights go down!!!!
Last month, I expressed that I did feel a bit of a need to take a short hiatus, as I needed to step away from movies and writing about movies after the huge output from the late 2015 releases and the Oscar season and telecast. Now, I am more than feeling the itch to get back to my local cinema and take in whatever 2016 has to offer me and this month, I am more than excited about three offerings in particular.
1. Writer/Director Jeff Nichols who has previously delivered the excellent psychological, apocalyptic thriller "Take Shelter" (2011) as well as the coming of age, summertime Gothic drama "Mud" (2012) returns with "Midnight Special," a science fiction themed film, his first in four years. Nichols has truly proven himself to be a filmmaker worth watching and I am very curious with his latest offering.
2. Richard Linklater's long awaited return after the glory of "Boyhood" (2014) finally arrives with "Everybody Wants Some!!" his self-described "spiritual sequel" to both "Dazed And Confused" (1993) and "Boyhood," as he delivers a weekend college romp in the year 1980. Just get me the ticket already!!!!
3. I have been waiting for this film for quite some time, so much so, that I even contributed a little taste to the film's crowd sourcing fund in order to get the film made! "Miles Ahead," an impressionistic exploration of the iconic Miles Davis as co-written, directed by and starring the brilliant Don Cheadle is finally being released this month and I am hoping that my local Sundance theater will be screening it.Just to be able to stretch my movie muscles again will be great and hopefully, these three offerings will have more than enough to not only entertain but to also stimulate my writing muscles. So, as always, I ask that you send to me the very best of your well wishes...
...and I will see you when the house lights go down!!!!
Friday, March 25, 2016
BLACK AND BLUE: a review of "Batman v. Superman: Dawn Of Justice"
Based upon characters and situations from DC Comics
Screenplay Written by Chris Terrio and David S. Goyer
Directed by Zack Snyder
** (two stars)
RATED PG 13
I have to say that I am feeling more than sorry for Ben Affleck who has taken more than his deserved share of lumps over some areas of his filmography, most notably his eternally maligned previous entry within the comic book film genre with Writer/Director Mark Steven Johnson's "Daredevil (2003)--a film I actually liked quite a bit.
While he has more than re-invented and resurrected his career as a filmmaker of impressive skill and grit with "The Town" (2010), the Oscar Best Picture winning "Argo" (2012) and what I feel is his strongest directorial effort, "Gone Baby Gone" (2007), it amazes me that there is still a public contingent of viewers wishing and hoping for him to fail and crash land horrifically in a career ending ball of flames. I don't get it. I don't understand it. But it is there.
After having returned home from a screening of Director Zack Snyder's "Batman v. Superman: Dawn Of Justice," in which Ben Affleck dons the cape and cowl of Batman for the first time, those sentiments are all over the internet as mean spirited memes, viral videos and articles depicting "Sad Affleck" reacting to the glut of middling to harshly negative reviews the film has been receiving over the last few days. Overall, it just feels like a pathetic attempt to see who is able to humiliate the man the most and with the actual reviews, some of them feel to carry the tone of writers who are writing for other writers and not truly writing an honest review for readers. Well, now having seen the film for myself, I can quickly send these words of solace to Mr. Ben Affleck should this posting ever reach its way to him: You did good. But the film however...it's not your fault.
Zack Snyder's "Batman v. Superman: Dawn Of Justice," the direct sequel to Snyder's ambitious and deeply problematic "Man Of Steel" (2012) and true opening shot at building a DC Comics film universe, is as ambitious and as deeply problematic as its predecessor. Aside from being saddled with an awfully awkward title, Snyder has delivered yet another often visually dazzling, intermittently involving yet wholly bombastic effort that just left me cold...as well as bludgeoned. Yes, I do appreciate the sheer ambition Snyder has obviously placed within the film and he indeed is a filmmaker unafraid to take some real risks with these iconic characters. But even so, was all of the cataclysm worth the trouble, especially when it is so self-consciously dark, humorless, and so shamelessly disingenuous to its own themes and concepts?
"Batman v. Superman: Dawn Of Justice" opens with yet another cinematic re-telling of Batman's origins from young Bruce Wayne's first hand witnessing of his parents' murder at the hands of a gun totting criminal after a night at the theater. From these most familiar moments, we plunge into a clever re-staging of the protracted ultra violent climax from "Man Of Steel" where Superman (again played by Henry Cavill) engaged in a life and death battle with General Zod (Michael Shannon), while skyscraper buildings and innocent civilians all fell to their deaths (clearly a ham fisted, overly obvious, emotionally hollow and just this close to tasteless echo of 9/11).Yet, this time, we view the action from the eyes of Bruce Wayne (Ben Affleck), whose employees were maimed and killed during the destruction, thus fueling his bottomless rage, a fury which has grown more paramount over his two decades serving as the increasingly ruthless Gotham City vigilante we all know as Batman, a figure who has now taken to brutally branding his victims, including one sex trafficker. Viewing Superman as completely responsible for the Metropolis carnage, Wayne vows revenge.
18 months after the events of "Man Of Steel," Kal-El, yet known to world alternately as either Clark Kent or Superman, has only grown into becoming a more controversial figure as he continues to attempt to adjust and assimilate in a world that feels it has just as much to fear as to worship from his presence, abilities and powers. His romance with Daily Planet ace reporter Lois Lane (Amy Adams) escalates, and he also further seeks counsel from his adoptive Mother Martha (Diane Lane) as well as the spirit of his adoptive Father Jonathan (Kevin Costner), and has now found himself consumed with exposing Batman as an unregulated thug who causes more damage than good.
Enter Alexander "Lex" Luthor (a manic Jesse Eisenberg), hereditary CEO of LexCorp, himself consumed with destroying Superman via a hunk of Kryptonite unearthed from the bottom of the Indian Ocean merged with the DNA of the deceased General Zod and equipment from Zod's downed spacecraft into an ultimate biological weapon. Yet, to fully enact his nefarious plan, he must first play the role of puppet master...pitting Batman and Superman against each other in a fight to the death.
And then, there is the arrival of the elegant and mysterious Diana Prince (Gal Gadot)...
When the cacophony was all said and done and I was exiting the theater, I felt that my reaction to Zack Snyder's "Batman v. Superman: Dawn Of Justice" was essentially identical to my reaction with "Man Of Steel." What I liked, I enjoyed and what I didn't like I really did not like. For all intents and purposes, the film works pretty well in specific visual and tonal areas as well as in narrative fits and starts.
First of all, Snyder does remain a striking visual stylist, emerging with many startling, haunting dream-like images to do leave an unsettling impression and work well in creating the dark universe he wishes develop and deliver. Since he continues to present the character of Superman as precisely what he is, a literal alien, moments where he is seen hovering in the sky, his face obscured by the light of the sun and shadows falling over his iconic costume, the qualities of whether he is savior or a malevolent force are poetically brought into question and effectively so. Unfortunately, this time around, it felt as if Snyder and his writers really were a bit unsure as to how to develop the character of Superman, how to really make him progress. But granted, Superman has never really been that interesting of a character. He is indeed a bit one note and is more defined by the characters that surround him. With that, Henry Cavill again does an effective job with making the character his own by not necessarily portraying Superman or even Clark Kent but the Kryptonian Kal-El, the ultimate outsider, unsure of his place in the world as well as his destiny.
More conceptually, I think the film succeeds best in illustrating the world of Batman, a real surprise as this film is arriving just a mere four years after Writer/Director Christopher Nolan completed his sensational and truly game changing "Dark Knight Trilogy" (2005/2008/2012), a series I adored so much that I truly had no interest in viewing another re-telling and especially so soon. But even so, I felt this was the most effective thread of the film as we are given a vision of an older, angrier, embittered Batman consumed by loss, recrimination, grief and guilt, not only over the deaths of his parents but apparently the death of his sidekick Robin at the hands of the Joker (as visualized by an encased and graffiti littered costume that hangs in the Batcave). With solely Alfred (nicely played by Jeremy Irons) as his confidant as well as tech and weapons expert, Bruce Wayne utilizes the guise of Batman to further unleash his inner demons upon the world around him and now to a degree that has become unrepentant in its violence.
Visually, I really liked some early sequences in the film where Snyder depicts Batman in action, with its grim shadows and dark corners, somehow taking a few steps a bit further from Nolan and even Tim Burton's incarnations. Snyder also handles a couple of Bruce Wayne's nightmares with appropriate menace and torment, although Wayne's post-apocalyptic horrorshow sequence over-stretches. And to a certain extent, Snyder's exploration of Batman from psychologically damaged hero to anti-hero and the elements of morality he now confronts with his dogged pursuit of Superman gave the film a much needed element of gravitas, however fleeting it actually was.
Here is where I feel that Ben Affleck deserves his praise. Again, I really had no interest in seeing a new incarnation of Batman so soon after Nolan's films in which Christian Bale gave me the finest interpretation of the character that I've seen. But like Cavill achieved in relation to cinema's finest Superman with the late Christopher Reeve, Affleck somehow devised a way to make Batman his own through a bitter command and buffed up physicality. I have no complaints with Affleck's interpretation and performance and it was good enough where I would at least consider seeing him perform the role again in a future film.
Regardless of what I liked about the film, "Batman v. Superman: Dawn Of Justice" is cloaked in serious problems that refuse to allow Snyder's vision to really take flight. Granted, Snyder really does whip himself up into a frenzy with this film as he is not only essentially trying to lead us up to a gladiator battle but also set up the DC superhero collective of the Justice League Of America, featuring characters that could potentially make up the proposed next 10 films! Aside from the overkill of that prospect, there is already considerable overkill within this one movie which truly feels as if Zack Snyder is trying to single handedly create what several filmmakers from Jon Favreau, Kenneth Branagh, Joss Whedon, Peyton Reed, Joe and Anthony Russo among others have created with the Marvel Comics film universe over the previous eight years. In doing so, the storytelling within "Batman v. Superman: Dawn Of Justice" is often sloppy, occasionally excessive and filled with dialogue and motivation that are arbitrary at best and downright stupid at worst.
For instance, in a film that runs 2 1/2 hours, Snyder really needed some assistance in the editing department in a variety of areas. Yet, when he utilizes his film to not only introduce us to Wonder Woman (more on her in a little bit) but also The Flash, Aquaman, and Cyborg, what could have been a nice goosebump Easter Egg just becomes one of the film's several protracted sequences that really achieves nothing but to extend the running time.
One of the film's greatest offenses is Lois Lane herself. Again, this is of no fault to Amy Adams who does what she can with this completely regressive role that perpetually rivets her into an existence as a forever damsel in distress and only based upon one stupid decision after another. It truly makes you question how she could possibly be the Daily Planet's ace reporter when she's so busy stumbling herself into being tossed from rooftops, nearly drowning and so on.
Even worse is Wonder Woman. While her arrival in full gave me my one goosebump moment in the entire film, once she began speaking, all of the air was let out of the balloon. While she is seen here and there within the film, it did indeed dawn upon me that Gal Gadot really did not have much dialogue at all and when she was required to deliver a few more substantive lines during the film's conclusion, it struck me that Godot is simply not very good. While she was just fine in fighting alongside Batman and Superman in the film's climax, overall Gal Godot was like Greg Brady in the classic "Johnny Bravo" episode of "The Brady Bunch" as I have a feeling that she was hired because she fit the costume.
Beyond the two women in the film, there is also the issue of Jesse Eisenberg as Lex Luthor, who was uncommonly irritating and not at all villainous enough. It was as if Snyder's direction to Eisenberg was to essentially take his performance as Mark Zuckerberg in David Fincher's "The Social Network" (2010) and just dial it up to 25! Sorry, but that is just not good enough for me.
Then, there is the fight itself, the raison d'etre of the film and it's all in the title and frankly, it's flat out boring. Now I did express earlier that I appreciated Snyder's sense of ambition and his willingness to take some serious risks with the characters of the DC universe. That said, it doesn't necessarily mean that I liked the risks that he chose to take. With "Man Of Steel" and its interminable climax which ran for a full and numbing 45 minutes, the endless stream of violence and carnage concluded with Superman committing an act that fully goes against the aesthetic of the character. With the new film, Snyder not only kills off Robin and Daily Planet photographer Jimmy Olsen, he also essentially makes Batman exist as another man of extreme violence, making the movie a tremendously joyless affair. Honestly, even as intense as "The Dark Knight" (2008) was, it was completely involving, complex and exhilarating as Christopher Nolan is a first rate storyteller, something Zack Snyder just does not happen to be.
With Snyder's "Batman v. Superman: Dawn Of Justice," it is operatic without any real soul, callously brutal to the point of being sadistic and so emotionally simplistic and inane that it basically exists as the consummate right wing fantasy film; two men who feel that the most extreme forms of violence will solve absolutely, positively any problem...and they both really love they mamas! Spare me and no amount of Christian allegory and symbolism can justify the excessive ultra violence on display. At times, it was like sitting through Clint Eastwood's dumb, offensive and jingoistic "American Sniper" (2014) all over again.
"Batman v. Superman: Dawn Of Justice" is all so disingenuous as it tries to answer for the criticisms against "Man Of Steel" while it ultimate doubles down upon those very criticisms, Yes, I did think the opening sequences depicting the "Man Of Steel" climax from Bruce Wayne's perspective and his reactions to all of the destruction was a slyly effective way to justify the violence of that film, while also creating the new film's theme of the consequences that exist behind the actions of both Batman and Superman no matter the purity of their intent. Yet, when it is time for the two men to battle, it just boils down to a facile misunderstanding that could have been worked through in mere moments but then, we wouldn't have that comic book Ali/Frazier fight to watch, now would we?
And even when that portion of the movie is all over, it's not all over as Snyder makes the exact same mistake he made with "Man Of Steel" by hurling us through another extended, overlong, CGI maelstrom which really served no purpose but for Snyder to take another truly bold yet completely unnecessary risk, which even then led itself to what felt like 10 different endings, all designed to set up the next batch of DC films. It was akin to being beaten into submission where all I could say to myself was, "Well...that was loud."
Look, "Batman v. Superman: Dawn Of Justice" is not the disaster some are making it out to be. It did have its moments and good points and believe me, for all of Zack Snyder's faults, he is at least capable of not producing something that is as cinema killing as anything helmed by the likes of Michael Bay. But, the relentless and purposeless darkness was indeed tiring and ultimately, the film made me arrive at two important realizations: The excellence of Zack Snyder's adaptation of "Watchmen" (2009) was a fluke and the Marvel Comics films confidently have the edge.
And again, to Ben Affleck, it's not your fault.
SAVAGE POSTSCRIPT:
While our MPAA film rating system is more than problematic, for parents it does work as a perfect guide for what you are willing to take your children to see. This film is rated PG 13 and for me, I felt that it really danced to the edge of the rating, so much so that Zack Snyder has already announced plans to release an extended R rated version for home video.
I deeply urge those of you who happen to be parents of small children aged 8 and younger (and with that, I am being more than generous) to not take your little ones to this film which is excessively violent, intense and grim. Think of it this way: this is not a comic book movie that happens to be violent.
This is a violent movie that happens to have comic book characters. You have been advised....
Tuesday, March 1, 2016
SAVAGE CINEMA'S COMING ATTRACTIONS FOR MARCH 2016
I think that I needed to take a break.
After writing a series of year end reviews plus the four part Savage Scorecard series and then, my combined lack of enthusiasm for and anger with the Oscars concerning the whitewashed nominations, I found myself feeling not terribly interested in seeing any movies at all. The latest films from both The Coen Brothers and Michael Moore each arrived in my city and I saw neither of them. Additionally, I found myself particularly uninterested in screening "Deadpool," despite the great word of mouth that I have been receiving from friends as well as the massive box office earnings it has already gathered.
This is not to suggest that my life long passion had finally dissipated. On the contrary, absolutely not and never will this particular flame extinguish itself. No, it was nothing to that effect. I really believe that it was indeed nothing more than what I said at the outset of this month's intro: I just needed to step away for a spell, therefore, rebuilding my anticipation to return to the movies, which I fully plan on doing this month. Perhaps I will see "Deadpool," regardless of my skepticism but I will definitely be seeing the following feature:
"Batman V. Superman: Dawn Of Justice" from Director Zack Snyder as the follow up feature to his own "Man Of Steel" (2013) and the second building block in the newly emerging DC Comics film universe, is the one that I am simultaneously curious and extremely skeptical about. "Man Of Steel" definitely was a film that had much that I admired yet when it went off of the rails, it did so tremendously and to an ugly degree of bombastic mega-excess. I fear that the bombastic tone will only resurface but I'll only know for certain once I see the finished film at the end of this month.
Beyond that film, I am honestly not certain but I do have some ideas percolating.
So, with that, I shall return in earnest. Wish me luck please and as always, I'll see you when the house lights go down!!
After writing a series of year end reviews plus the four part Savage Scorecard series and then, my combined lack of enthusiasm for and anger with the Oscars concerning the whitewashed nominations, I found myself feeling not terribly interested in seeing any movies at all. The latest films from both The Coen Brothers and Michael Moore each arrived in my city and I saw neither of them. Additionally, I found myself particularly uninterested in screening "Deadpool," despite the great word of mouth that I have been receiving from friends as well as the massive box office earnings it has already gathered.
This is not to suggest that my life long passion had finally dissipated. On the contrary, absolutely not and never will this particular flame extinguish itself. No, it was nothing to that effect. I really believe that it was indeed nothing more than what I said at the outset of this month's intro: I just needed to step away for a spell, therefore, rebuilding my anticipation to return to the movies, which I fully plan on doing this month. Perhaps I will see "Deadpool," regardless of my skepticism but I will definitely be seeing the following feature:
"Batman V. Superman: Dawn Of Justice" from Director Zack Snyder as the follow up feature to his own "Man Of Steel" (2013) and the second building block in the newly emerging DC Comics film universe, is the one that I am simultaneously curious and extremely skeptical about. "Man Of Steel" definitely was a film that had much that I admired yet when it went off of the rails, it did so tremendously and to an ugly degree of bombastic mega-excess. I fear that the bombastic tone will only resurface but I'll only know for certain once I see the finished film at the end of this month.
Beyond that film, I am honestly not certain but I do have some ideas percolating.
So, with that, I shall return in earnest. Wish me luck please and as always, I'll see you when the house lights go down!!
Monday, February 29, 2016
SAVAGE CINEMA'S POST OSCAR TELECAST THOUGHTS
Chris, you ROCKED it again!
While not nearly as fun as the telecast hosted by Ellen DeGeneres two years ago and rising significantly higher than last year's disastrous telecast hosted by Neil Patrick Harris, the 88th Academy Awards ceremony as hosted by Chris Rock found itself somewhere in the middle-ground, yet not conservatively so by any means. On the contrary, this year's Oscar telecast was decidedly sharper, pricklier, more turbulent and undeniably more sobering and rightfully politically charged, jointly due to the content of the nominated films themselves (and that even includes Director George Miller's highly celebrated and awarded "Mad Max: Fury Road") but also due to the controversy surrounding the awards themselves as the Academy's infamous exclusion of African-American nominees for the second year in a row prompted the #OscarsSoWhite protests.
The tenor of the evening in full arrived immediately as everything truly came down to Rock and how he would handle the proceedings during his opening monologue and for 10 blistering minutes, he did not disappoint in the least. Fearlessly, Chris Rock, whom I wondered was subversively dressed in a white tuxedo, went there, over and again, and often to the obvious discomfort of the audience, he nailed every aspect of the Oscar controversy with truth and soul and an unrepentant satirical bite that would have made the likes of George Carlin, Richard Pryor and Lenny Bruce extremely proud.
Chris Rock's opening monologue was wide ranging yet intensely focused. Whether referring to the Oscars as the "White People's Choice Awards" or roasting Jada Pinkett Smith for boycotting an event she was never invited to attend, or speaking to a variety of aspects concerning Hollywood's lack of diversity to its more "sorority racist" attitudes to whether the lack of Black nominees is even a topic worthy of protest, especially considering that out of 88 years of Oscar, quite possibly there were "71 other times" Black actors were never nominated, Rock's jokes were more than funny. They drew blood.
None moreso than two bodyslammers in particular. One, during which he barbed that this year's In Memoriam section of the show would feature images of "black people that were shot by the cops on their way to the movies" and secondly and most savagely, the reason that there were no Oscar protests in the 1960's was because "We had real things to protest, you know? We're too busy being raped and lynched to care about who won Best Cinematographer. When your Grandmother's swinging from a tree, it's really hard to care about Best Documentary Foreign Short." Chris Rock carpet bombed the stage all with his trademark smile and confidence that only seemed to build and become even more emboldened the more dangerous the material revealed itself to be. It was truly a provocative beginning to an evening that was filled with provocative moments, some more playful than others, but always thought provoking and often sobering.
Rock continued his specialized brand of comical socio-political commentary with some great pre-taped segments, including his interviews with patrons from a Compton, California movie theater, all of whom had all seen "Straight Outta Compton" but were unfamiliar with any other motion pictures, presumably due t the complete lack of prominent Black actors within those films (save for one young woman who enjoyed Angelina Jolie-Pitt's "By The Sea," to which Rock riffed that neither Jolie-Pitt nor her co-star/husband Brad Pitt had even seen that film themselves). And then, I enjoyed the segment during which the likes of Rock, Tracy Morgan and Leslie Jones were magically inserted into scenes from "The Martian," "The Danish Girl" and "The Revenant" to illustrate the lack of opportunities Black actors receive in major Hollywood and independent prestige films.
Beyond Rock, other comedic presenters added to the satirical mix like Kevin Hart and especially Louis CK, who brilliantly showcased the economic disparity between Oscar nominees seated within the same room by sharply exclaiming that a figure like Leonardo DiCaprio would still be a millionaire whether he won or lost but the winner of the Best Documentary Short Feature category would inevitably be driving home in a Honda Civic. No, not every moment worked, but the ones that did stuck terrifically and stung powerfully.
I do realize that for many viewers, they are fully put off when celebrities take what is essentially an entertainment show and utilize the platform to proselytize over one cause or another and I am certain those feelings have been echoed again. But for me, I have never had a problem with those moments as being actors, performers and creative artists does n tin any way detract from any of those individuals being human citizens of the world. Last night's telecast felt to be especially paramount to speeches and moments of a more political slant as the nominated films themselves all carried their own political agendas (once again, even "Mad Max: Fury Road"), so why shouldn't the actors expound upon their positions and beliefs? And honestly, how could one not be affected by the moment during Lady Gaga's vehemently emotional performance of the Oscar nominated song "'Til It Happens To You" from the campus rape documentary "The Hunting Ground," during which she was surrounded by survivors of sexual assault? Just unforgettable.
And yet for every moment of impassioned sincerity, there were several moments that felt so disingenuous and downright false, they threatened to negate all of the surrounding displays of honesty. Take the broadcast's opening montage of the films of 2015, which heavily featured clips from "Creed" starring the non-nominated Michael B. Jordan and most egregiously, clips from "Straight Outta Compton" starring the cast, all of whom were not even invited to attend the ceremony, was insulting to say the least. The house band's performance of Public Enemy's "Fight The Power" at the evening's conclusion was laughable. But, it was Academy President Cheryl Bone Isaacs' speech about the necessary changes Oscar is compelled to make from this point going forwards that rubbed me the wrong way. Invoking the words of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. is almost a cliche regardless of the intent, a certain "Get-Out-Of-Jail-Free" card which is ultimately meaningless until results are actually seen--something which may not actually play out for a few years now due to when films were placed into production and then finally released. So, let's see where we are one year from now...
Even so, this is the Academy Awards and moments of fluff and levity were more than welcome, such as Chris Rock's shakedown of the audience to purchase his daughter's Girl Scout cookies (clearly an update of DeGeneres' pizza moment from her show) and I just fund it charming to see young Jacob Tremblay from "Room" nearly leap out of his seat to see C-3PO, R2D2 and BB-8 amble onto the stage for some Oscar banter.
As for my predictions...well...I made out quite well overall. While I did not write an official prediction posting this year, mostly out of protest, I had some ideas in my head and I mostly had them picked out aside from Kate Winslet not winning for "Steve Jobs" in the Best Supporting Actress category and unquestionably the stunning surprise of Sylvester Stallone not receiving the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor for "Creed," something everyone felt was to be a shoo-in, especially considering that this year marks the 40th anniversary of the original "Rocky." While I would have loved for "Star Wars: The Force Awakens" to have taken just one award, it was indeed wonderfully justified to see "Mad Max: Fury Road" essentially sweep the night with its heavy and extremely deserved award tally. And finally, "Spotlight" wining Best Picture of the year just does not sit well with me. Yes, it is a good film, a very good, solid film but I contend that it is indeed heavily over-rated and furthermore, I can easily name 10-20 films I saw in 2015 that I felt were even better and more deserving of this high level recognition.
And good Lord, doesn't Sam Smith's song from "Spectre" just suck!
But the show's greatest crime, each and every year, is the mammoth broadcast length to which they can never seem to trim the fat. Did we really need to see the Minions or better yet Woody and Buzz? The "pop-up" actor stats and the "Thank You Ticker Scroll" were decent ideas in theory but proved themselves to be distracting and certainly useless in keeping the show moving quickly. And didn't any of you also find it to be tasteless that the house band repeatedly used Wagner's "Ride Of The Valkyries" (!) as the music to usher Oscar winners from the podium????
This year, dear readers, I was actually not terribly enthused to watch the Oscar telecast due to the controversy as well as the nominations themselves generally. But as the show concluded with Chris Rock's open invitation for everyone to attend the BET Awards this summer and followed by a triumphant "Black Lives Matter!" I realized just how glad I was that I did watch.
With 2015 behind us, I look forward to what cinematic gifts 2016 will hopefully bring to me and to all of us!
While not nearly as fun as the telecast hosted by Ellen DeGeneres two years ago and rising significantly higher than last year's disastrous telecast hosted by Neil Patrick Harris, the 88th Academy Awards ceremony as hosted by Chris Rock found itself somewhere in the middle-ground, yet not conservatively so by any means. On the contrary, this year's Oscar telecast was decidedly sharper, pricklier, more turbulent and undeniably more sobering and rightfully politically charged, jointly due to the content of the nominated films themselves (and that even includes Director George Miller's highly celebrated and awarded "Mad Max: Fury Road") but also due to the controversy surrounding the awards themselves as the Academy's infamous exclusion of African-American nominees for the second year in a row prompted the #OscarsSoWhite protests.
The tenor of the evening in full arrived immediately as everything truly came down to Rock and how he would handle the proceedings during his opening monologue and for 10 blistering minutes, he did not disappoint in the least. Fearlessly, Chris Rock, whom I wondered was subversively dressed in a white tuxedo, went there, over and again, and often to the obvious discomfort of the audience, he nailed every aspect of the Oscar controversy with truth and soul and an unrepentant satirical bite that would have made the likes of George Carlin, Richard Pryor and Lenny Bruce extremely proud.
Chris Rock's opening monologue was wide ranging yet intensely focused. Whether referring to the Oscars as the "White People's Choice Awards" or roasting Jada Pinkett Smith for boycotting an event she was never invited to attend, or speaking to a variety of aspects concerning Hollywood's lack of diversity to its more "sorority racist" attitudes to whether the lack of Black nominees is even a topic worthy of protest, especially considering that out of 88 years of Oscar, quite possibly there were "71 other times" Black actors were never nominated, Rock's jokes were more than funny. They drew blood.
None moreso than two bodyslammers in particular. One, during which he barbed that this year's In Memoriam section of the show would feature images of "black people that were shot by the cops on their way to the movies" and secondly and most savagely, the reason that there were no Oscar protests in the 1960's was because "We had real things to protest, you know? We're too busy being raped and lynched to care about who won Best Cinematographer. When your Grandmother's swinging from a tree, it's really hard to care about Best Documentary Foreign Short." Chris Rock carpet bombed the stage all with his trademark smile and confidence that only seemed to build and become even more emboldened the more dangerous the material revealed itself to be. It was truly a provocative beginning to an evening that was filled with provocative moments, some more playful than others, but always thought provoking and often sobering.
Rock continued his specialized brand of comical socio-political commentary with some great pre-taped segments, including his interviews with patrons from a Compton, California movie theater, all of whom had all seen "Straight Outta Compton" but were unfamiliar with any other motion pictures, presumably due t the complete lack of prominent Black actors within those films (save for one young woman who enjoyed Angelina Jolie-Pitt's "By The Sea," to which Rock riffed that neither Jolie-Pitt nor her co-star/husband Brad Pitt had even seen that film themselves). And then, I enjoyed the segment during which the likes of Rock, Tracy Morgan and Leslie Jones were magically inserted into scenes from "The Martian," "The Danish Girl" and "The Revenant" to illustrate the lack of opportunities Black actors receive in major Hollywood and independent prestige films.
Beyond Rock, other comedic presenters added to the satirical mix like Kevin Hart and especially Louis CK, who brilliantly showcased the economic disparity between Oscar nominees seated within the same room by sharply exclaiming that a figure like Leonardo DiCaprio would still be a millionaire whether he won or lost but the winner of the Best Documentary Short Feature category would inevitably be driving home in a Honda Civic. No, not every moment worked, but the ones that did stuck terrifically and stung powerfully.
I do realize that for many viewers, they are fully put off when celebrities take what is essentially an entertainment show and utilize the platform to proselytize over one cause or another and I am certain those feelings have been echoed again. But for me, I have never had a problem with those moments as being actors, performers and creative artists does n tin any way detract from any of those individuals being human citizens of the world. Last night's telecast felt to be especially paramount to speeches and moments of a more political slant as the nominated films themselves all carried their own political agendas (once again, even "Mad Max: Fury Road"), so why shouldn't the actors expound upon their positions and beliefs? And honestly, how could one not be affected by the moment during Lady Gaga's vehemently emotional performance of the Oscar nominated song "'Til It Happens To You" from the campus rape documentary "The Hunting Ground," during which she was surrounded by survivors of sexual assault? Just unforgettable.
And yet for every moment of impassioned sincerity, there were several moments that felt so disingenuous and downright false, they threatened to negate all of the surrounding displays of honesty. Take the broadcast's opening montage of the films of 2015, which heavily featured clips from "Creed" starring the non-nominated Michael B. Jordan and most egregiously, clips from "Straight Outta Compton" starring the cast, all of whom were not even invited to attend the ceremony, was insulting to say the least. The house band's performance of Public Enemy's "Fight The Power" at the evening's conclusion was laughable. But, it was Academy President Cheryl Bone Isaacs' speech about the necessary changes Oscar is compelled to make from this point going forwards that rubbed me the wrong way. Invoking the words of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. is almost a cliche regardless of the intent, a certain "Get-Out-Of-Jail-Free" card which is ultimately meaningless until results are actually seen--something which may not actually play out for a few years now due to when films were placed into production and then finally released. So, let's see where we are one year from now...
Even so, this is the Academy Awards and moments of fluff and levity were more than welcome, such as Chris Rock's shakedown of the audience to purchase his daughter's Girl Scout cookies (clearly an update of DeGeneres' pizza moment from her show) and I just fund it charming to see young Jacob Tremblay from "Room" nearly leap out of his seat to see C-3PO, R2D2 and BB-8 amble onto the stage for some Oscar banter.
As for my predictions...well...I made out quite well overall. While I did not write an official prediction posting this year, mostly out of protest, I had some ideas in my head and I mostly had them picked out aside from Kate Winslet not winning for "Steve Jobs" in the Best Supporting Actress category and unquestionably the stunning surprise of Sylvester Stallone not receiving the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor for "Creed," something everyone felt was to be a shoo-in, especially considering that this year marks the 40th anniversary of the original "Rocky." While I would have loved for "Star Wars: The Force Awakens" to have taken just one award, it was indeed wonderfully justified to see "Mad Max: Fury Road" essentially sweep the night with its heavy and extremely deserved award tally. And finally, "Spotlight" wining Best Picture of the year just does not sit well with me. Yes, it is a good film, a very good, solid film but I contend that it is indeed heavily over-rated and furthermore, I can easily name 10-20 films I saw in 2015 that I felt were even better and more deserving of this high level recognition.
And good Lord, doesn't Sam Smith's song from "Spectre" just suck!
But the show's greatest crime, each and every year, is the mammoth broadcast length to which they can never seem to trim the fat. Did we really need to see the Minions or better yet Woody and Buzz? The "pop-up" actor stats and the "Thank You Ticker Scroll" were decent ideas in theory but proved themselves to be distracting and certainly useless in keeping the show moving quickly. And didn't any of you also find it to be tasteless that the house band repeatedly used Wagner's "Ride Of The Valkyries" (!) as the music to usher Oscar winners from the podium????
This year, dear readers, I was actually not terribly enthused to watch the Oscar telecast due to the controversy as well as the nominations themselves generally. But as the show concluded with Chris Rock's open invitation for everyone to attend the BET Awards this summer and followed by a triumphant "Black Lives Matter!" I realized just how glad I was that I did watch.
With 2015 behind us, I look forward to what cinematic gifts 2016 will hopefully bring to me and to all of us!
Saturday, February 13, 2016
SAVAGE CINEMA'S ACADEMY AWARDS PREDICTIONS: SPECIAL COMMENTARY
Dear readers, I could never really turn myself completely away but you know, this year, I have to say that I'm just not feeling it
Yes, my life long love, and sometimes hate, affair with the Academy Awards telecast will continue its turbulent dance this year on Sunday, February 28th, as the bloated, overlong, self-importance and surprisingly non-entertaining broadcast has deserved more than a few slings and arrows from me. But, I do have to say that the #OscarsSoWhite campaign, created in protest of the entire and sweeping lack of nominees of color for the second year in a row has been decidedly disheartening.
Again, this controversy is NOT about awarding individuals solely based upon color. This controversy is entirely about actors, writers, producers, and directors of color going wholly unrecognized, and therefore creating the perceptions that these individuals are not deserving of a nomination. Distributing a nomination to an actor of color has wrongly been attacked as something being taken away from a Causasian actor or the beyond short-sighted and idiotic response of, "Well...then, the 'BET AWARDS" are racist!! How would you feel if there happened to be a 'WHITE ENTERTAINMENT AWARDS' show?" Oh, we already have several of those and this one in particular is called the "Academy Awards." Mic drop!
Even some of the actors who have commented or have even protested against the protests have been more than disturbing as well as sadly disappointing. Best Actress nominee Charlotte Rampling in particular has been awful. Even the great Helen Mirren has been tainted in my eyes as she attempted to justify the lack of nominees of color by explaining that while films like "Beasts Of No Nation" starring Idris Elba are well deserving, they unfortunately were hardly seen, so why nominate them. Riiiiiight! So explain the wide sweeping snubs against the box office and critical smash "Straight Outta Compton" where the only nominations for that film arrived for the White Screenwriters. And furthermore, like the queues are stretching around the block for the nominated "45 Years." Mic drop part two!!
So, with that, I have decided to eschew with my annual predictions this year. I won't waste my time over something that has upset and has even underwhelmed me so. Even so, I'll still watch the show, see what host Chris Rock has to say and I'll offer a post show recap/review and hope that 2016 proves to be more enlightened and fair minded.
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
SAVAGE SCORECARD PART FOUR: MY TOP TEN FAVORITE FILMS OF 2015
Now, we have reached the pinnacle, the mountaintop, my favorite films of 2015!!! Now, this is indeed something for me to celebrate. As always, these are solely my opinions and I'll point you to where you are able to find the full reviews. Let's get crackin'!
10. "Inside Out" Directed by Pete Doctor
After nearly five years of uninspired sequels and prequels and one film that I felt to be their one and only disaster with "Brave" (2012), Director Pete Doctor and the wizards of Pixar Animation Studios came roaring back to life with their finest film to date. "Inside Out" is an impeccably conceived and produced experience that miraculously and magically finds the sweet spot between the arcane and the sublime, the complex and the highly accessible.
This story about an 11 year old girl undergoing the emotional rollercoaster that arrives with aging combined with the life change of her family's move from Minnesota to San Francisco and the collective of her emotions all rallying around inside of her is indeed a profoundly esoteric concept. I am simply dumbfounded as to how Doctor and his team essentially delivered a film that exists as feelings about feelings while also presenting a straightforward narrative that contains belly laughs, tremendous pathos and is ultimately unafraid to express that Joy (voiced by Amy Poehler) may sometimes be futile while Sadness (voiced by Phyllis Smith) is an essential feeling to open up a larger, emotional universe. Furthermore, Doctor has created a film that will alter as all of its viewers age, as the concepts will grow and change with our perceptions at 5, 15, 55, or 85. For a studio that has been chasing the dollar for far too long, this time, they chased the art and they grasped it magnificently.
(Originally reviewed June 2015)
9. "Steve Jobs" Directed by Danny Boyle
I'm telling you, there is not even one reason that anyone could give me for why this outstanding, smart, searing, brilliantly acted and directed film, which did receive rapturous reviews from critics , did not catch on at the box office. Boasting one of the year's finest screenplays, as written by Aaron Sorkin who was especially on fire, "Steve Jobs" is an electrifying, verbally rancorous drama that paints an unrepentantly brutal portrait of the inscrutable titular figure and extends even further to explore the nature of genius, the process of self-mythologizing as well as providing a cultural critique that explores our increased lack of humanity via the very technology that was designed to elevate humanity. With a rapacious leading performance by Michael Fassbender and supported superbly by the entire cast including Kate Winslet and a surprisingly strong Seth Rogen, "Steve Jobs" is a uniformly excellent interior drama.
(Originally reviewed November 2015)
8. "The Revenant" Directed by Alejandro G. Inarritu
With a back-breaking and almost wordless leading performance by Leonardo DiCaprio, stunningly rapturous cinematography, an eerily glacial film score and a revenge tale filtered through a multi-layered, hallucinogenic odyssey designed to mirror America's violent, intolerant, racist past with its violent, intolerant, racist present, Director Alejandro G. Inarritu has created another jaw dropping piece of high wire filmmaking and the result is absolutely fearless, uncompromising and pummeling. At this rate, I would be stunned if it did not walk away with numerous Oscars...especially one for the much and long deserving DiCaprio.
(Originally reviewed January 2016)
7. "Mad Max: Fury Road" Directed by George Miller
While nothing could fully compare to the very first time that I was introduced to the barbaric post-apocalyptic wastelands of Mad Max courtesy of George Miller's "The Road Warrior" (1981), "Mad: Max: Fury Road" is unquestionably Miller's finest entry in the series as well as being the finest action film of the year by a wide mile. It is astounding to me that for a film that possesses the barest bones of a plot and essentially begins as a chase and concludes as a race contains a veritable wellspring of meticulous detail and a rampaging feminist vision where Charlize Theron's character of Imperator Furiosa is the true engine that drives the film to glory amidst the visual orchestra of ultra violence, lush cinematography, beautifully choreographed stuns and practical special effects and a gorgeous visual palate that gives each section of the film its own identity while congealing into a sumptuous whole. With Tom Hardy easily stepping into the tile role from Mel Gibson and injecting a certain physical, psychological and existential anguish that I really have not experienced before within this series, "Mad Max: Fury Road" is George Miller's rampaging, relentless white line nightmare masterpiece.
(Originally reviewed May 2015)
6. "The Hateful Eight" Directed by Quentin Tarantino
10. "Inside Out" Directed by Pete Doctor
After nearly five years of uninspired sequels and prequels and one film that I felt to be their one and only disaster with "Brave" (2012), Director Pete Doctor and the wizards of Pixar Animation Studios came roaring back to life with their finest film to date. "Inside Out" is an impeccably conceived and produced experience that miraculously and magically finds the sweet spot between the arcane and the sublime, the complex and the highly accessible.
This story about an 11 year old girl undergoing the emotional rollercoaster that arrives with aging combined with the life change of her family's move from Minnesota to San Francisco and the collective of her emotions all rallying around inside of her is indeed a profoundly esoteric concept. I am simply dumbfounded as to how Doctor and his team essentially delivered a film that exists as feelings about feelings while also presenting a straightforward narrative that contains belly laughs, tremendous pathos and is ultimately unafraid to express that Joy (voiced by Amy Poehler) may sometimes be futile while Sadness (voiced by Phyllis Smith) is an essential feeling to open up a larger, emotional universe. Furthermore, Doctor has created a film that will alter as all of its viewers age, as the concepts will grow and change with our perceptions at 5, 15, 55, or 85. For a studio that has been chasing the dollar for far too long, this time, they chased the art and they grasped it magnificently.
(Originally reviewed June 2015)
9. "Steve Jobs" Directed by Danny Boyle
I'm telling you, there is not even one reason that anyone could give me for why this outstanding, smart, searing, brilliantly acted and directed film, which did receive rapturous reviews from critics , did not catch on at the box office. Boasting one of the year's finest screenplays, as written by Aaron Sorkin who was especially on fire, "Steve Jobs" is an electrifying, verbally rancorous drama that paints an unrepentantly brutal portrait of the inscrutable titular figure and extends even further to explore the nature of genius, the process of self-mythologizing as well as providing a cultural critique that explores our increased lack of humanity via the very technology that was designed to elevate humanity. With a rapacious leading performance by Michael Fassbender and supported superbly by the entire cast including Kate Winslet and a surprisingly strong Seth Rogen, "Steve Jobs" is a uniformly excellent interior drama.
(Originally reviewed November 2015)
8. "The Revenant" Directed by Alejandro G. Inarritu
With a back-breaking and almost wordless leading performance by Leonardo DiCaprio, stunningly rapturous cinematography, an eerily glacial film score and a revenge tale filtered through a multi-layered, hallucinogenic odyssey designed to mirror America's violent, intolerant, racist past with its violent, intolerant, racist present, Director Alejandro G. Inarritu has created another jaw dropping piece of high wire filmmaking and the result is absolutely fearless, uncompromising and pummeling. At this rate, I would be stunned if it did not walk away with numerous Oscars...especially one for the much and long deserving DiCaprio.
(Originally reviewed January 2016)
7. "Mad Max: Fury Road" Directed by George Miller
While nothing could fully compare to the very first time that I was introduced to the barbaric post-apocalyptic wastelands of Mad Max courtesy of George Miller's "The Road Warrior" (1981), "Mad: Max: Fury Road" is unquestionably Miller's finest entry in the series as well as being the finest action film of the year by a wide mile. It is astounding to me that for a film that possesses the barest bones of a plot and essentially begins as a chase and concludes as a race contains a veritable wellspring of meticulous detail and a rampaging feminist vision where Charlize Theron's character of Imperator Furiosa is the true engine that drives the film to glory amidst the visual orchestra of ultra violence, lush cinematography, beautifully choreographed stuns and practical special effects and a gorgeous visual palate that gives each section of the film its own identity while congealing into a sumptuous whole. With Tom Hardy easily stepping into the tile role from Mel Gibson and injecting a certain physical, psychological and existential anguish that I really have not experienced before within this series, "Mad Max: Fury Road" is George Miller's rampaging, relentless white line nightmare masterpiece.
(Originally reviewed May 2015)
6. "The Hateful Eight" Directed by Quentin Tarantino
It seems to be more than fitting to have this particular title fitting so closely with both "The Revenant" and "Mad Max: Fury Road" as they do seem to be something of a piece, as this is another film that explores violence, intolerance, humanity and morality in an unforgiving landscape and the turbulent time period of a few years after the Civil War. With "The Hateful Eight," Quentin Tarantino takes a blend of Hitchcock and Agatha Christie, his peerless brand of characterization and dialogue, a collective of top flight performances and his unforgiving HARD R RATED brutality and delivers his most theatrical film to date, which also contains his most overt political statements as he holds an especially vicious mirror up to ourselves to explore the roots of racism and our doomed future should we allow those roots to continue to strengthen.
"The Hateful Eight" takes one long day and night with the titular cast of reprehensible characters trapped inside of a Haberdashery during a blizzard and subjects to a series of stories (that may or may not be true), with dubious and duplicitous identities, all combining to mounting intensity and exploding into a voluminous bloodbath. And over the course of the film's three hours, Tarantino delivers a gorgeous production that unfolds over the slow burn of six exquisite cinematic chapters and becomes simultaneously interior, excruciating, mesmerizing and towering.
(Originally reviewed January 2016)
5. "Star Wars: The Force Awakens" Directed by J.J. Abrams
Absolutely sensational and completely overwhelming, Director J. J. Abrams masterfully achieved the seemingly impossible. With "The Force Awakens," Abrams extended the "Star Wars" universe via "Episode VII" that fully adheres to the previous six films, completely honors the original vision, themes and concepts by series creator George Lucas, while also placing his own personal stamp over the proceedings with clear eyed passion, skill, grit, storytelling heft and the creation of excellent new characters to populate the galaxy far, far away.
What else could I possibly say about the further adventures of Jedi Knight Luke Skywalker (Mark Hamill), General Leia Organa (Carrie Fisher) and our favorite space smuggler Han Solo (Harrison Ford) that you don't already know? What else can I say about the terrific new addition of desert planet scavenger Rey (Daisy Ridley), conflicted Stormtrooper turned Resistance fighter Finn (John Boyega), ace Resistance pilot Poe Dameron (Oscar Isaac) and the unhinged Kylo Ren (Adam Driver) that you don't already know? J.J. Abrams' "Star Wars: The Force Awakens" spectacularly delivered the nostalgic and plot driven echoes to the past while blazing the road ahead to its hopefully exciting future in high flying style and substance with an experience that often brought joyous tears to my eyes all three times I happened to see the film. I am simply unable to ask for anything more from this outstanding film than to just have the chance to see it all over again, as it has completely inspired me to salivate profusely in anticipation for "Episode VIII"!
(Originally reviewed December 2015)
4. "Straight Outta Compton" Directed by F. Gary Gray
Extending and transcending far beyond the standard music biopic, Director F. Gary Gray's enormously entertaining and profoundly unflinching drama chronicling the rise and fall of the pioneering rap group N.W.A., works brilliantly as a coming of age film, a political film of righteous fury, an exploration of musical non-violent protest, as well as a celebration of artistic inspiration and creation. "Straight Outta Compton" is explosive cinema, a vehemently thrown cinematic brick through the window of hollow sequels, rampant cliches and an artistic and socio-political disregard to the lives of the Black communities of this nation, especially regarding police harassment and the violence committed against said communties. Furthermore, Gray's film is artfully multi-faceted and propulsively multi-layered making for an experience that is bountiful with its riches, especially with the Oscar worthy performances by both Corey Hawkins as Dr. Dre and definitely, the excellent Jason Mitchell as Eazy-E. Epic, sprawling, and truly incendiary.
(Originally reviewed August 2015)
3. "Me And Earl And The Dying Girl" Directed by Alfonso Gomez-Rejon
This film was a knockout and I already feel that it has become one of the most slept upon films of the year. With no disregard to 2014's "The Fault In Our Stars" (which I liked very much), Director Alfonso Gomez-Rejon's "Me And Earl And The Dying Girl Girl" proved itself to be a conceptually stronger, more visually inventive, and most importantly, an emotionally tougher, deeper, more powerful experience for me by a wide margin. The story of the introverted teenager Greg Gaines (played by Thomas Mann) and his tentative yet transformative friendship with his classmate and neighbor Rachel (played by Olivia Cooke), who has developed Stage 4 Leukemia, entirely circumvents any and all cliches, melodrama and easy sentiments that could have easily made this film yet another "disease of the week" feature.
Beautifully, Gomez-Rejon has delivered a story of highly articulate, verbose, intelligent teenagers armed with an acerbic and wholly unsentimental wit who happen to populate a film that is decidedly scruffier, more askew and consistently cinematically inventive. "Me And Earl And The Dying Girl," often non-linear, and containing abrupt shifts in tone which vary from laugh out loud hilarity to the emotionally pummeling is one of 2015's greatest antidotes to the lazy and empty hearted block buster that clog our screens from week to week. Gomez-Rejon has presented to us a work of a personal, heartfelt vision that is demanding the fullest of your attention and possessing the audacity to present teen aged characters as full, richly developed three dimensional human beings who deserve a story this artfully told.
(Originally reviewed July 2015)
2. "Chi-Raq" Directed by Spike Lee
Speaking of audacious...
Spike Lee's "Chi-Raq," his most blistering narrative feature in 15 years without question, is a blitzkreig of an experience. As vital and vibrant as it is timely, "Chi-Raq" addressing the emergency status of our nation's gun violence epidemic via the unforgiving and passionate lens of satire as Lee has adapted Aristophanes' 411 B.C. play "Lysistrata" to weave the tale of two warring Chicago gangs whose stray bullets have murder yet another innocent child. Lysistrata (played wonderfully by Teyonah Paris), in protest, organizes a sex strike to inspire all of the men to lay down their arms forever.
As vibrantly narrated by the one man Greek chorus of Dolomdes (Samuel L. Jackson), and containing sequences of broad comedy, rich musical sections, a squadron of colorful characters and with dialogue spoken entirely in rhymed verse, "Chi-Raq," in no way, trivializes the effects of gun violence throughout the nation, and Chicago in particular. It amplifies the urgency triumphantly through every pulsating image and moment, always placing the tragedy of gun violence front and center in a demanding, rapacious, "in-your-face" style that is essential to the violent times in which we live. And special mention must be made in honor of John Cusack, who portrays a neighborhood Catholic Priest inspired by Chicago's own Father Michael Pfleger, who delivers a towering, extended sermon through a voice growing increasing hoarse with furious incredulity at a society that could continue to allow mass murders to increase at such an alarming rate without real consequence and with complete disrespect for the sanctity of human life. Cusack did his home city of Chicago proud with that sequence and with "Chi-Raq," Spike Lee has created a film that may not be what some of us want but it is unquestionably the film that we need. This is "WAKE UP!" cinema at its finest and most essential!
(Originally reviewed December 2015)
And now, my favorite film of 2015 is....
1. "Love And Mercy" Directed by Bill Pohlad
A film of shattering beauty.
Director Bill Pohlad's imaginative, innovative, impressionistic portrait of The Beach Boys' Brian Wilson through two distinct period of Wilson's life in the mid/late 1960's (as represented by Paul Dano) and the late 1980's (as represented by John Cusack), was the year's finest, most glorious, downright heartbreaking and blissfully life affirming film. It is a film of tremendous artistry and bottomless empathy, much like the music and the creator it celebrates, and Pohlad has wonderfully ensured that his film transcends all of the trappings of the music bio-pic and even a certain musicology itself, in order to deliver a film that flies straight to the soul.
One does not have to be a fan of The Beach Boys to fully receive the gifts of this film. One also does not need to even know anything or have any pre-conceived knowledge or viewpoints about Brian Wilson either. It may assist but it is not necessary as Pohlad weaves a stunning cinematic tapestry that flows effortlessly between the delirious creative "Pet Sounds" period and Wilson psychological meltdown to the over-medicated, depressed and psychologically damaged Wilson's imprisonment and emancipation from the malevolent, controlling therapist Dr. Eugene Landy (an excellent Paul Giamatti), courtesy of a new and aching love affair begun with car saleswoman Melinda Leadbetter (Elizabeth Banks).
Paul Dano and John Cusack, who clearly do not resemble each other and also do not share any scenes together, create a perfect symmetry as they jointly create a character from two distinct life periods to seamless effect. Dano is perfect and sensational as he fully captures not only the physical resemblance to Wilson but most importantly, to his inner state which is restlessly creative to the point of genius and madness. And for me, John Cusack gave the performance of his career as it was so painfully unguarded, so wounded and broken yet possessed that glimmer of hope that light, love and deliverance will one day find him again.
Aided heroically by Cinematographer Robert Yeoman and the superior score and sound design by Composer Atticus Ross, who often makes you feel as if you are swimming inside of a Beach Boys' song to hallucinogenic and often harrowing effect, Bill Pohlad's "Love And Mercy" is a wave of emotion that flows from clarity to breakdown, inspiration to glory, imprisonment to empowerment, selfishness to selflessness, and the long ranging damages from psychological abuse to the healing powers of love and acceptance.
It's all there in the film's own title and it is indeed my favorite film of 2015.
(Originally reviewed June 2015)
There you have it! Onto the Oscars, with predictions and wrap-ups, all coming soon!!!
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