It is 2019 and we still have to explain why Nazis are bad. Such is life in the 21st century and in turn, it just may still make for invigorating cinema.
While I have one last review from my film-going in October still being composed, I am hoping that November will give me time and space to catch these new films that have just hit the Madison, WI theaters.
1. "JOJO RABBIT"
I have to say that I did have a bit of a knee jerk reaction wen I first saw the trailer for this new satire from Writer/Actor/Director Taika Waititi, and that reaction was a sharp mixture of attraction and rejection. The rejection arrived from the idea that we needed to have yet another Holocaust set film that explored the atrocities of Hitler and World War II, especially after Quentin Tarantino's brilliant "Inglourious Basterds" (2009). The attraction was that the film looked so downright bizarre that I am extremely compelled to witness it. I am hoping that the press and curiosity surrounding the film will keep it in theaters for a few weeks so I am able to get to it.
2. "PARASITE"
The one thing in the way, so to peak, from me seeing "Jojo Rabbit" immediately is this film from Writer/Director Bong Joon-ho, a filmmaker whose reputation precedes him and yet, to this day, I still have not seen even one selection from his filmography. Yet, the press and curiosity surrounding t his film has made me extremely curious and I really want to dive into this one first!
3. "KNIVES OUT"
Of course, I am curious to see what Writer/Director Rian Johnson has up his sleeves with his new all-star cast murder mystery after fully blowing me away with "Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi" (2017).
4. "QUEEN & SLIM"
I know nothing about this film other than the trailer I saw earlier in the Summer, and I wish to keep it that way until Thanksgiving weekend!
Yes, that is quite a lot for the month but let's see what I can do. Wish me luck and as always, I'll see you when the house lights go down!!!
Saturday, November 2, 2019
Monday, October 7, 2019
THERE IS NO PUNCHLINE: a review of "Joker"
"JOKER"
Based upon the DC Comics characters created by Bill Finger, Bob Kane & Jerry Robinson
Screenplay Written by Todd Phillips & Scott Silver
Directed by Todd Phillips
**** (four stars)
RATED R
In the past week, there has been some controversy (albeit internet controversy--could it be the Russians?) regarding some comments made by Martin Scorsese in reference to the superhero movie genre, most specifically the gargantuan Marvel Comics films.
"I don't see them," he said. "I tried, you know. But, that's not cinema. Honestly, the closest I can think of them, as well made as they are, with actors doing the best they can under the circumstances, is theme parks. It isn't the cinema of human beings trying to convey emotional, psychological experiences to another human being."
Now, we of course can debate those sentiments for ages but as far as I am concerned, and despite some disagreements, I do believe that Scorsese is indeed correct. While I am not attempting to disparage the superhero/comic book film genre in its entirety, because as you well know, quite a number of them over these past 40 years have proven themselves to be wondrous works of art, I do believe the sheer prevalence of them at the expense of essentially every other kind of movie to be made is troubling.
The assembly line nature, the over-abundance, the feeling that even the most established actors are to find work these days, they need to don a cape and be adorned with super powers (I am honestly waiting for the likes of Meryl Streep to her official Marvel appearance), believe me, I do feel Scorsese's fatigue, which I have often expressed upon this site. But also, this genre exists as myth making as all of these films are indeed variations of fables and mythology, all designed for their naturally epic canvases, not really for interpersonal intimacy.
All of that being said, I do wonder what Scorsese would think of Todd Phillips' "Joker," a masterful new origin story of the figure who would become Batman's arch-nemesis. Certainly, he would clearly recognize his own cinematic influence over the proceedings--more on that later--but beyond that visual aesthetic, and despite its connection to the DC Comics universe, we have a film that is decidedly and defiantly intimate in its grim adult psychology, intimate to the point of becoming enormously disturbing in its claustrophobic and upending qualities. In fact, I can easily say with this film, there is nothing on display to suggest anything resembling a theme park. But, with "Joker," we are given one hell of a funhouse mirror.
Todd Phillips' "Joker" stars a towering Joaquin Phoenix as Arthur Fleck, a failed stand-up comedian struggling with mental illness and neurological disorders, who lives with his mentally and physically unstable Mother, Penny Fleck (Frances Conroy) in a garbage, rat infested, wholly impoverished area of Gotham City, where crime, unemployment, disenfranchisement and funding cuts to social service programs are rampant.
In the day to day tribulations of his miserable life, Arthur is employed as a party clown, suffers beatings from teenage hooligans, nurses an infatuation over Sophie (Zazie Beetz), his single Mother neighbor, constantly mulls over whether billionaire/philanthropist and now Mayoral candidate Thomas Wayne (Brett Cullen) is actually his Father and obsesses over local late night television talk show host Murray Franklin (Robert De Niro).
Arthur's downfall (or is it an ascension) begins once he is beaten relentlessly by three young, drunken businessmen from Wayne Enterprises upon a subway...and the result of that confrontation opens the doorway to to an inner madness soon to be manifested outwardly into an increasingly chaotic society.
While elements and iconography of the Batman mythology do exist within the film, Todd Phillips' "Joker" is by no means presented as a comic book movie. There are no action set pieces or CGI special effects driven pyrotechnics. No sequences of popcorn munching excitement or escapism. And unquestionably, there is nothing remotely kid friendly upon display. What Phillips has created is a hard R rated adult psychological drama/thriller cemented by a luxuriously gritty visual aesthetic from Cinematographer Lawrence Sher, a mounting doom of a film score from Composer Hildur Guonnadottir and staggering, Oscar worthy leading performance by Joaquin Phoenix.
The spirit of Martin Scorsese looms large over "Joker," as Phillips' film has clearly been inspired by, and has learned from, Scorsese's "Taxi Driver" (1976), "The King Of Comedy" (1982), and "Bringing Out The Dead" (1999), all films where deeply emotionally and mentally disturbed men-- Travis Bickle, Rupert Pupkin and Frank Pierce, respectively-- all attempt to survive the long days and nights in the unforgiving New York City landscape.
To that end "Joker" also sits more than comfortably within the same dark cinematic universe as the likes of David Fincher's "Fight Club" (1999) and "Zodiac" (2007), Oliver Stone's "Natural Born Killers" (1994) and of course, the mightiest, most controversial of them all, Stanley Kubrick's "A Clockwork Orange" (1971). From the film's usage of the vintage Warner Brothers studio logo (I LOVED that), yet armed with a story and perspective that is as up to the minute as me writing this review (and therefore, you reading it), "Joker" firmly has its turbulent finger upon the pulse of this specific moment in time during 2019.
From the filth and funk of the Gotham City streets, complete with all manner of all night porno movie theaters and the juxtaposition of dilapidated communities compared with the opulence of high society as populated by the likes of Thomas Wayne, to the prevalent themes of mental illness and the resulting societal stigmas and indifference, and set within an indeterminate time period which looks and feels like the past and present have collided, "Joker" is brilliantly executed 1970's noir merged with real world 21st century fury, anxiety, rage, and fear all housed within a striking character study that displays how the chaos of the mind explodes into chaos in the streets.
Front and center is indeed Joaquin Phoenix whose magnetic, often, truly frightening and surprisingly empathetic performance is impossible to turn your eyes away from. While he is not going to ever make me forget what the late Heath Ledger conjured in his blistering, brilliant, posthumously Oscar winning performance as The Joker in Christopher Nolan's superlative "The Dark Knight" (2008), Phoenix's work is equally staggering, sometimes suggesting his work as a prequel to Ledger's, other times existing in its own universe entirely.
Seemingly extending from his feral work in Paul Thomas Anderson's "The Master" (2012), Joaquin Phoenix heads even deeper into uncompromising territory as the dismayed and disturbed Arthur Fleck. Never have I seen Phoenix's face so rubbery. His newly emaciated frame has somehow only gained in its flexibility, a form suggesting something almost boneless, despite the shocking sight of his spine looking as if it will break free of his skin. Phoenix projects a physicality of nightmarish elasticity, mirroring the searing knot twisting occurring within his mind.
And it is here, where Todd Phillips and Joaquin Phoenix take a film of such unrepentant ugliness and find the beauty of empathy that is settled at the film's core. For all intents and purposes Arthur Fleck is not a bad man, by any means. Indeed he is a damaged man. But, evil, hardly..that is until he finds himself psychologically trapped in a corner where whatever empathy he hoped existed within the world has ultimately found itself non-existent and through no fault of his own...to a degree, of course.
"Joker" is a work that serves as much as a societal check-in as it does as a warning. Through Arthur Fleck, Phillips, I believe, is imploring of us to remember that no one knows how much baggage another individual is shouldering and possibly, perhaps we should assume that everyone is shouldering tremendous private pain and suffering in silence, therefore making having empathy a moral imperative. For Arthur, his mental illness is such that it fully exacerbates his high sensitivities to interpersonal and societal situations, which are further compounded by a neurological condition that forces him to fall into maniacal laughter at inappropriate times, a quality that makes him misunderstood at best and the recipient of society's brutal punishments at worst.
"Joker" questions what has happened to our collective sense of compassion and why has it been over-taken by our basest instincts. From a social/economic/political standpoint, it is easy to reason the potential outcomes that may occur when a group is pushed too far into insignificance by those in power. That reality is depicted within the Gotham City landscape but also within Arthur Fleck's mind, as he feels increasingly powerless to the careless whims and impersonal machinations of society and its citizens, therefore making his actions (for a spell) feel dangerously recognizable.
Much like the character of Alex in "A Clockwork Orange," we are riding along inside of Arthur Fleck's consciousness and growing madness, making us co-conspirators, forcing all of us in the audience to acknowledge and reconcile ourselves with our worst impulses, our darkest fears and untapped anger. It feels as if Phillips is suggesting that if we are able to point our fingers towards Arthur Fleck, then we have to point those very same fingers towards ourselves. Once Arthur approaches his full transformation into the Joker, we are more than likely able to cleave a split between this character and behaviors we have experienced and even inflicted in our own pasts. But before that, "Joker" uncomfortably yet provocatively burrows its way under your skin, until the entire film has worked you over.
A considerable amount of media coverage has already focused itself upon the film's level of violence and I do wish to address this quality of the film for you. Yes, "Joker" contains some scenes of vicious, shockingly graphic violence and based upon the story Phillips is trying to tell, the violence is supposed to shock you. For if it didn't, Phillips seems to be arguing, then we are no better off than Arthur Fleck himself. Unlike the escapist, almost cartoon carnage of something we could see in say, Chad Stahelski's "John Wick: Chapter 3-Parabellum," the violence of "Joker" is appropriately, uncompromisingly horrifying, and ultimately more real, especially as this film arrives during a period of our collective history where we .
And that, I think, is the ingenious bait and switch of Todd Phillips' "Joker," a film that utilizes the comic book movie craze to get you into the theaters and then, nearly assaults you with a prescient warning of our potential societal downfall. It is a case of seemingly giving audiences what they need when they think they are going to get more of what they want. Yes, opening weekend was a box office bonanza but I am curious if audiences will continue, possibly grow or even retreat due to the film unrelenting darkness. Sometimes, we need to have some art instead of popcorn and the art in question doesn't have to make any of us feel comfortable. Sometimes, we need to have films that are about people and humanity and to that end, sometimes it is the disturbing film that is ultimately the most humane.
Todd Phillips' "Joker" is one of 2019's very best films.
Based upon the DC Comics characters created by Bill Finger, Bob Kane & Jerry Robinson
Screenplay Written by Todd Phillips & Scott Silver
Directed by Todd Phillips
**** (four stars)
RATED R
In the past week, there has been some controversy (albeit internet controversy--could it be the Russians?) regarding some comments made by Martin Scorsese in reference to the superhero movie genre, most specifically the gargantuan Marvel Comics films.
"I don't see them," he said. "I tried, you know. But, that's not cinema. Honestly, the closest I can think of them, as well made as they are, with actors doing the best they can under the circumstances, is theme parks. It isn't the cinema of human beings trying to convey emotional, psychological experiences to another human being."
Now, we of course can debate those sentiments for ages but as far as I am concerned, and despite some disagreements, I do believe that Scorsese is indeed correct. While I am not attempting to disparage the superhero/comic book film genre in its entirety, because as you well know, quite a number of them over these past 40 years have proven themselves to be wondrous works of art, I do believe the sheer prevalence of them at the expense of essentially every other kind of movie to be made is troubling.
The assembly line nature, the over-abundance, the feeling that even the most established actors are to find work these days, they need to don a cape and be adorned with super powers (I am honestly waiting for the likes of Meryl Streep to her official Marvel appearance), believe me, I do feel Scorsese's fatigue, which I have often expressed upon this site. But also, this genre exists as myth making as all of these films are indeed variations of fables and mythology, all designed for their naturally epic canvases, not really for interpersonal intimacy.
All of that being said, I do wonder what Scorsese would think of Todd Phillips' "Joker," a masterful new origin story of the figure who would become Batman's arch-nemesis. Certainly, he would clearly recognize his own cinematic influence over the proceedings--more on that later--but beyond that visual aesthetic, and despite its connection to the DC Comics universe, we have a film that is decidedly and defiantly intimate in its grim adult psychology, intimate to the point of becoming enormously disturbing in its claustrophobic and upending qualities. In fact, I can easily say with this film, there is nothing on display to suggest anything resembling a theme park. But, with "Joker," we are given one hell of a funhouse mirror.
Todd Phillips' "Joker" stars a towering Joaquin Phoenix as Arthur Fleck, a failed stand-up comedian struggling with mental illness and neurological disorders, who lives with his mentally and physically unstable Mother, Penny Fleck (Frances Conroy) in a garbage, rat infested, wholly impoverished area of Gotham City, where crime, unemployment, disenfranchisement and funding cuts to social service programs are rampant.
In the day to day tribulations of his miserable life, Arthur is employed as a party clown, suffers beatings from teenage hooligans, nurses an infatuation over Sophie (Zazie Beetz), his single Mother neighbor, constantly mulls over whether billionaire/philanthropist and now Mayoral candidate Thomas Wayne (Brett Cullen) is actually his Father and obsesses over local late night television talk show host Murray Franklin (Robert De Niro).
Arthur's downfall (or is it an ascension) begins once he is beaten relentlessly by three young, drunken businessmen from Wayne Enterprises upon a subway...and the result of that confrontation opens the doorway to to an inner madness soon to be manifested outwardly into an increasingly chaotic society.
While elements and iconography of the Batman mythology do exist within the film, Todd Phillips' "Joker" is by no means presented as a comic book movie. There are no action set pieces or CGI special effects driven pyrotechnics. No sequences of popcorn munching excitement or escapism. And unquestionably, there is nothing remotely kid friendly upon display. What Phillips has created is a hard R rated adult psychological drama/thriller cemented by a luxuriously gritty visual aesthetic from Cinematographer Lawrence Sher, a mounting doom of a film score from Composer Hildur Guonnadottir and staggering, Oscar worthy leading performance by Joaquin Phoenix.
The spirit of Martin Scorsese looms large over "Joker," as Phillips' film has clearly been inspired by, and has learned from, Scorsese's "Taxi Driver" (1976), "The King Of Comedy" (1982), and "Bringing Out The Dead" (1999), all films where deeply emotionally and mentally disturbed men-- Travis Bickle, Rupert Pupkin and Frank Pierce, respectively-- all attempt to survive the long days and nights in the unforgiving New York City landscape.
To that end "Joker" also sits more than comfortably within the same dark cinematic universe as the likes of David Fincher's "Fight Club" (1999) and "Zodiac" (2007), Oliver Stone's "Natural Born Killers" (1994) and of course, the mightiest, most controversial of them all, Stanley Kubrick's "A Clockwork Orange" (1971). From the film's usage of the vintage Warner Brothers studio logo (I LOVED that), yet armed with a story and perspective that is as up to the minute as me writing this review (and therefore, you reading it), "Joker" firmly has its turbulent finger upon the pulse of this specific moment in time during 2019.
From the filth and funk of the Gotham City streets, complete with all manner of all night porno movie theaters and the juxtaposition of dilapidated communities compared with the opulence of high society as populated by the likes of Thomas Wayne, to the prevalent themes of mental illness and the resulting societal stigmas and indifference, and set within an indeterminate time period which looks and feels like the past and present have collided, "Joker" is brilliantly executed 1970's noir merged with real world 21st century fury, anxiety, rage, and fear all housed within a striking character study that displays how the chaos of the mind explodes into chaos in the streets.
Front and center is indeed Joaquin Phoenix whose magnetic, often, truly frightening and surprisingly empathetic performance is impossible to turn your eyes away from. While he is not going to ever make me forget what the late Heath Ledger conjured in his blistering, brilliant, posthumously Oscar winning performance as The Joker in Christopher Nolan's superlative "The Dark Knight" (2008), Phoenix's work is equally staggering, sometimes suggesting his work as a prequel to Ledger's, other times existing in its own universe entirely.
Seemingly extending from his feral work in Paul Thomas Anderson's "The Master" (2012), Joaquin Phoenix heads even deeper into uncompromising territory as the dismayed and disturbed Arthur Fleck. Never have I seen Phoenix's face so rubbery. His newly emaciated frame has somehow only gained in its flexibility, a form suggesting something almost boneless, despite the shocking sight of his spine looking as if it will break free of his skin. Phoenix projects a physicality of nightmarish elasticity, mirroring the searing knot twisting occurring within his mind.
And it is here, where Todd Phillips and Joaquin Phoenix take a film of such unrepentant ugliness and find the beauty of empathy that is settled at the film's core. For all intents and purposes Arthur Fleck is not a bad man, by any means. Indeed he is a damaged man. But, evil, hardly..that is until he finds himself psychologically trapped in a corner where whatever empathy he hoped existed within the world has ultimately found itself non-existent and through no fault of his own...to a degree, of course.
"Joker" is a work that serves as much as a societal check-in as it does as a warning. Through Arthur Fleck, Phillips, I believe, is imploring of us to remember that no one knows how much baggage another individual is shouldering and possibly, perhaps we should assume that everyone is shouldering tremendous private pain and suffering in silence, therefore making having empathy a moral imperative. For Arthur, his mental illness is such that it fully exacerbates his high sensitivities to interpersonal and societal situations, which are further compounded by a neurological condition that forces him to fall into maniacal laughter at inappropriate times, a quality that makes him misunderstood at best and the recipient of society's brutal punishments at worst.
"Joker" questions what has happened to our collective sense of compassion and why has it been over-taken by our basest instincts. From a social/economic/political standpoint, it is easy to reason the potential outcomes that may occur when a group is pushed too far into insignificance by those in power. That reality is depicted within the Gotham City landscape but also within Arthur Fleck's mind, as he feels increasingly powerless to the careless whims and impersonal machinations of society and its citizens, therefore making his actions (for a spell) feel dangerously recognizable.
Much like the character of Alex in "A Clockwork Orange," we are riding along inside of Arthur Fleck's consciousness and growing madness, making us co-conspirators, forcing all of us in the audience to acknowledge and reconcile ourselves with our worst impulses, our darkest fears and untapped anger. It feels as if Phillips is suggesting that if we are able to point our fingers towards Arthur Fleck, then we have to point those very same fingers towards ourselves. Once Arthur approaches his full transformation into the Joker, we are more than likely able to cleave a split between this character and behaviors we have experienced and even inflicted in our own pasts. But before that, "Joker" uncomfortably yet provocatively burrows its way under your skin, until the entire film has worked you over.
A considerable amount of media coverage has already focused itself upon the film's level of violence and I do wish to address this quality of the film for you. Yes, "Joker" contains some scenes of vicious, shockingly graphic violence and based upon the story Phillips is trying to tell, the violence is supposed to shock you. For if it didn't, Phillips seems to be arguing, then we are no better off than Arthur Fleck himself. Unlike the escapist, almost cartoon carnage of something we could see in say, Chad Stahelski's "John Wick: Chapter 3-Parabellum," the violence of "Joker" is appropriately, uncompromisingly horrifying, and ultimately more real, especially as this film arrives during a period of our collective history where we .
And that, I think, is the ingenious bait and switch of Todd Phillips' "Joker," a film that utilizes the comic book movie craze to get you into the theaters and then, nearly assaults you with a prescient warning of our potential societal downfall. It is a case of seemingly giving audiences what they need when they think they are going to get more of what they want. Yes, opening weekend was a box office bonanza but I am curious if audiences will continue, possibly grow or even retreat due to the film unrelenting darkness. Sometimes, we need to have some art instead of popcorn and the art in question doesn't have to make any of us feel comfortable. Sometimes, we need to have films that are about people and humanity and to that end, sometimes it is the disturbing film that is ultimately the most humane.
Todd Phillips' "Joker" is one of 2019's very best films.
Tuesday, October 1, 2019
SAVAGE CINEMA'S COMING ATTRACTIONS FOR OCTOBER 2019
Well, that's more like it!
It felt good, so very good to have had a productive month again on Savage Cinema as I produced more reviews than I typically have, especially in these most recent months. It felt good to write again, to get back down to business and while I do not wish to get ahead of myself or even jinx myself, I plan on keeping my movie going activities for month within reasonable means.
1. "JOKER"
You know me. You know how fatigued I am with all things comic book related regarding the movies and the fact that I feel that we do not need a "Batman" related anything for quite some time. And then, we now have this, Director Todd Philips and Martin Scorsese produced "Joker," an R rated origin story of Batman's arch-nemesis that is reportedly more akin to past Scorsese films than anything more comic book related. Admittedly, I was more than skeptical at first but those trailers were highly impressive to me and combined with its subsequent success at the Venice Film Festival, I am ready to take the plunge into this already controversial feature.
2. "LUCY IN THE SKY"
I am intrigued. Director Noah Hawley's debut feature film, the science fiction/psychological drama "Lucy In The Sky" concerning the downward spiral of an astronaut (Natalie Portman) after her return to Earth from a space mission, pulled me in with its impressive trailer. While early reviews have been more mixed, I am looking forward to this one.
It felt good, so very good to have had a productive month again on Savage Cinema as I produced more reviews than I typically have, especially in these most recent months. It felt good to write again, to get back down to business and while I do not wish to get ahead of myself or even jinx myself, I plan on keeping my movie going activities for month within reasonable means.
1. "JOKER"
You know me. You know how fatigued I am with all things comic book related regarding the movies and the fact that I feel that we do not need a "Batman" related anything for quite some time. And then, we now have this, Director Todd Philips and Martin Scorsese produced "Joker," an R rated origin story of Batman's arch-nemesis that is reportedly more akin to past Scorsese films than anything more comic book related. Admittedly, I was more than skeptical at first but those trailers were highly impressive to me and combined with its subsequent success at the Venice Film Festival, I am ready to take the plunge into this already controversial feature.
2. "LUCY IN THE SKY"
I am intrigued. Director Noah Hawley's debut feature film, the science fiction/psychological drama "Lucy In The Sky" concerning the downward spiral of an astronaut (Natalie Portman) after her return to Earth from a space mission, pulled me in with its impressive trailer. While early reviews have been more mixed, I am looking forward to this one.
3. "JAY AND SILENT BOB REBOOT"
Back in the Summer of 2001, I laughed myself absolutely sick with Writer/Director Kevin Smith's "Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back," the fifth film in his ViewAskewniverse saga. It was a film that was irreverent, relentlessly vulgar and utterly brilliant in the fact that Smith created a Hollywood satire that was ultimately critic proof as he weaved all of the bad reviews into the narrative itself. Whether he can achieve that same feat again, who knows? But, I am willing to try with his latest comedy, a satire of our television and cinematic reboot culture. As Smith is touring the film around the country, I wonder if it will receive a traditional theatrical release...
I think that is more than good for right now and so, with that, please do wish me well and I will see you when the house lights go down!!!!!!!!
Monday, September 23, 2019
EXCOMMUNICADO: a review of "John Wick: Chapter 3-Parabellum"
"JOHN WICK: CHAPTER 3-PARABELLUM"
Based upon characters created by Derek Kolstad
Story by Derek Kolstad
Screenplay Written by Dreek Kolstad and Shay Hatten and Chris Collins & Marc Abrams
Directed by Chad Stahelski
***1/2 (three and a half stars)
RATED R
What is it about or cultural relationship with violence that speaks to us as a society? What are we alleviating or even exorcising within ourselves when we watch? And for how much pop culture violence is utilized as a scapegoat for horrific acts of real world violence, we continue to experience and consume.
I have always been able to draw that line between the real and the fantasy regarding violence and I am not one to use movie violence, for instance as that aforementioned scapegoat. But, as I get older, I do wonder if there is something that is touching some deep nerves when exceedingly violent films do arrive into the world. Frankly, is it a reflection of our cultural anxieties or are we numbing ourselves, providing a release or some combination of all and even more?
The continuing and increasingly successful "John Wick" film series is something that has confounded me. Essentially a collection of highly stylized grindhouse pictures with scant dialogue and a ferociously, furiously paced onslaught of killing and mayhem has captured the excitement of audiences to an escalating degree and I cannot help but to wonder precisely why. I can speculate, of course, especially as we are all engulfed in anxiety ridden times, desperately in need of some sense of absolution. Or maybe I am just over-analyzing and audiences are just enthralled and entertained by a good shoot-em-up...something I thoroughly enjoy from time to time.
Whatever the reasons, former stuntman turned Director Chad Stahelski's "John Wick: Chapter 3-Parabellum," is unquestionably the series' highest point to date. A spectacular opera of brilliantly, beautifully orchestrated ultraviolence that firmly owes its existence to the films of Sergio Leone, Walter Hill, John Woo, '70's Asian cinema and undeniably Quentin Tarantino's orgiastic "Kill Bill: Volume 1" (2003) while carving its own brutal, bloody path forwards in grandly outrageous style.
For something I would normally question would be desensitizing due to its excesses, Stahelski has delivered a work that is exhilarating, and even hysterical, as it is clearly not taking itself too seriously. And with Keanu Reeves, now at the age of 55 (!), more formidable and engaging than ever, I was enormously entertained, excited and filled with explosive bouts of exclamations and even laughter from one end to the other. In a way, this thing has to be seen to be believed!
Opening nearly one hour after the events of "John Wick: Chapter 2" (2017), out titular anti-hero, ex-assassin and reluctant killing machine adorned with the impeccably tailored suits (again played by Keanu Reeves) is a marked man after his unsanctioned killing of a crime lord in consecrated Continental Hotel. Now declared "ex-communicado" and with a newly placed $14 million bounty on his head, John Wick is on the run from what feels like an entire world of assassins, all wishing to kill him and collect the fortune.
Wick's relentless escape plans lead him first to The Director (Angelica Huston) and then all the way to Casablanca, where he is reunited with ex -assassin Sofia (Halle Berry) as he seeks aid to to having his bounty waived and his life spared.
Meanwhile back in New York, we meet The Adjudicator (Asia Kate Dillon), a member of the High Table syndicate, who confronts both Continental Hotel manager Winston (Ian McShane) as well as The Bowery King (Laurence Fishburne) to admonish them both for aiding Wick in the previous film and to also inform them to each settle their affairs, leave their respective posts or suffer the consequences within seven days. She also hires the services of Zero (Mark Dacasscos), a Japanese assassin ready to enforce the will of the High Table.
Now, it is funny because just today, a friend of mine asked me if "John Wick: Chapter 3-Parabellum" was any different than the previous two installments, to which I began laughing and exclaimed, "Well...not really!" On second thought, that answer is not quite entirely true.
Yes, what we have is a third installment of Keanu Reeves' reluctant killing machine killing absolutely everyone in his path, making a character who continues to live up to the reputation set by the first film when John Wick is referred to as not being The Boogeyman but is in actuality, the man who is able to hunt down and kill The Boogeyman. In some respects you are receiving more of the same and in other ways, not at all.
What Chad Stahelski has miraculously accomplished with each installment is to take this bare bones revenge story and somehow broaden and deepen its own mythology to where the proceedings are indeed becoming gradually more mythic in tone while also remaining gritty to the point of bone crunching.
Again, Stahelski does not load his film downwards with extraneous dialogue, thus making the films more visual, and therefore, visceral experiences. In short the excessive fight sequences are the story and in the case of "John Wick: Chapter 3-Parabellum," we have a film where the constant carnage is in actuality a story about existential crisis and the elusive nature of redemption, for can John Wick's soul ever find relief after all of lives he has taken and does he deserve to find peace anyway?
Perhaps John Wick is destined to claw, fight and kill his way through life even though, by this stage, his soul is constantly being eroded. By adding this conceptual layer, Stahelski has ensured his series, and this film in particular, provides more than just mindless violence, the amount of which is more than considerable.
As you can gather, have you not seen any of these films, "John Wick: Chapter 3-Parabellum" is excessively violent and more than earns its hard R rating. Even so, I never felt that what was presented was gratuitous and that had everything to do with Stahelski's cinematic vision which only continues to expand with each new installment.
In addition to all of the previously stated influences I felt clearly inspired this film, I also think this time around Stahelski has added nothing less than Ridley Scott's still influential and unquestionably iconic "Blade Runner" (1982) into the mix. "John Wick: Chapter 3-Parabellum" is a film that is flying more into the slightly surreal, or at least, it is even more artistically stylized than the previous two installments, as the constant rain soaked neon streets indicated to my sensibilities. Trust me, the film looks absolutely gorgeous from end to end. It is remarkably opulent despite the enormous blood flow.
To that end, there are all of the action and fight sequences themselves and they are all absolutely staggering to behold. Remember, Keanu Reeves is providing most of his own stunt work again and to be able to witness the sheer physicality and agility of Reeves, Halle Berry plus all of his/their opponents in one beautifully choreographed and brilliantly executed fight sequence after another after another after another is astounding.
Just the film's first 30 minutes or so alone are more than worth the price of admission as we regard Wick fight his way out of New York (a battle with all manner of knives and sharp objects of destruction is especially jaw dropping). A later sequence featuring a motorcycle riding Wick fighting a squad of assassin motorcyclists brandishing swords equally astonishing. And the entire feral vibe, when it is working at its peak, feels like the closest thing to George Miller's rampaging "Mad Max" series, ending with a stellar cliffhanger that makes me more than ready for "Chapter 4" (which is due to arrive in 2021).
I suppose another reason why a film series this violent has earned this much affection is that the filmmakers are clearly enjoying themselves with trying to devise how precisely to wow and excite audiences as well as themselves. Every fight sequence is beautifully staged and filmed in a series of long, unedited takes, completely unlike what we usually see with our ADD editing techniques, all of which become visually bludgeoning and even deceptive as we always miss the story of the fights themselves.
Stahelski avoids all of those considerable trappings as he has devised of fight sequences, chases and shoot-outs that could almost work as movie musical numbers. Yes, it is overwhelming but in a way, it all feels so fitting that is so over the top. And that is because, I have this feeling that the "John Wick" series is more self-aware than it may at first seem. In fact, it is practically gleeful, therefore giving the film an added layer of fun as well as diffusing the effect of the violence to a degree.
How can you not see Laurence Fishburne and Keanu Reeves together and think of The Wachowski brothers' "The Matrix Trilogy" (1999/2003)? I also wonder if Fishburne's rooftop aviary dwelling Bowery King is at all a nod to Jim Jarmusch's "Ghost Dog: The Way Of The Samurai" (1999). "John Wick: Chapter 3-Parabellum" is a movie that seems to know that it is a movie or is also just in love with certain film styles and genres and here they all are lovingly displayed and honored...even as the blood is flowing and splattering all over the screen.
Chad Stahelski's "John Wick: Chapter 3-Parabellum," easily the best episode yet in this series, is an action film triumph filled with an imagination, invention and inspiration that is as intense as it is also insane. And as for Keanu Reeves, I wonder how he would feel if having his John Wick take on Tom Cruise, who is also 55 and insistently performs most of his own stunts as Ethan Hunt in his "Mission: Impossible" series.
Wouldn't that be something???
Based upon characters created by Derek Kolstad
Story by Derek Kolstad
Screenplay Written by Dreek Kolstad and Shay Hatten and Chris Collins & Marc Abrams
Directed by Chad Stahelski
***1/2 (three and a half stars)
RATED R
What is it about or cultural relationship with violence that speaks to us as a society? What are we alleviating or even exorcising within ourselves when we watch? And for how much pop culture violence is utilized as a scapegoat for horrific acts of real world violence, we continue to experience and consume.
I have always been able to draw that line between the real and the fantasy regarding violence and I am not one to use movie violence, for instance as that aforementioned scapegoat. But, as I get older, I do wonder if there is something that is touching some deep nerves when exceedingly violent films do arrive into the world. Frankly, is it a reflection of our cultural anxieties or are we numbing ourselves, providing a release or some combination of all and even more?
The continuing and increasingly successful "John Wick" film series is something that has confounded me. Essentially a collection of highly stylized grindhouse pictures with scant dialogue and a ferociously, furiously paced onslaught of killing and mayhem has captured the excitement of audiences to an escalating degree and I cannot help but to wonder precisely why. I can speculate, of course, especially as we are all engulfed in anxiety ridden times, desperately in need of some sense of absolution. Or maybe I am just over-analyzing and audiences are just enthralled and entertained by a good shoot-em-up...something I thoroughly enjoy from time to time.
Whatever the reasons, former stuntman turned Director Chad Stahelski's "John Wick: Chapter 3-Parabellum," is unquestionably the series' highest point to date. A spectacular opera of brilliantly, beautifully orchestrated ultraviolence that firmly owes its existence to the films of Sergio Leone, Walter Hill, John Woo, '70's Asian cinema and undeniably Quentin Tarantino's orgiastic "Kill Bill: Volume 1" (2003) while carving its own brutal, bloody path forwards in grandly outrageous style.
For something I would normally question would be desensitizing due to its excesses, Stahelski has delivered a work that is exhilarating, and even hysterical, as it is clearly not taking itself too seriously. And with Keanu Reeves, now at the age of 55 (!), more formidable and engaging than ever, I was enormously entertained, excited and filled with explosive bouts of exclamations and even laughter from one end to the other. In a way, this thing has to be seen to be believed!
Opening nearly one hour after the events of "John Wick: Chapter 2" (2017), out titular anti-hero, ex-assassin and reluctant killing machine adorned with the impeccably tailored suits (again played by Keanu Reeves) is a marked man after his unsanctioned killing of a crime lord in consecrated Continental Hotel. Now declared "ex-communicado" and with a newly placed $14 million bounty on his head, John Wick is on the run from what feels like an entire world of assassins, all wishing to kill him and collect the fortune.
Wick's relentless escape plans lead him first to The Director (Angelica Huston) and then all the way to Casablanca, where he is reunited with ex -assassin Sofia (Halle Berry) as he seeks aid to to having his bounty waived and his life spared.
Meanwhile back in New York, we meet The Adjudicator (Asia Kate Dillon), a member of the High Table syndicate, who confronts both Continental Hotel manager Winston (Ian McShane) as well as The Bowery King (Laurence Fishburne) to admonish them both for aiding Wick in the previous film and to also inform them to each settle their affairs, leave their respective posts or suffer the consequences within seven days. She also hires the services of Zero (Mark Dacasscos), a Japanese assassin ready to enforce the will of the High Table.
Now, it is funny because just today, a friend of mine asked me if "John Wick: Chapter 3-Parabellum" was any different than the previous two installments, to which I began laughing and exclaimed, "Well...not really!" On second thought, that answer is not quite entirely true.
Yes, what we have is a third installment of Keanu Reeves' reluctant killing machine killing absolutely everyone in his path, making a character who continues to live up to the reputation set by the first film when John Wick is referred to as not being The Boogeyman but is in actuality, the man who is able to hunt down and kill The Boogeyman. In some respects you are receiving more of the same and in other ways, not at all.
What Chad Stahelski has miraculously accomplished with each installment is to take this bare bones revenge story and somehow broaden and deepen its own mythology to where the proceedings are indeed becoming gradually more mythic in tone while also remaining gritty to the point of bone crunching.
Again, Stahelski does not load his film downwards with extraneous dialogue, thus making the films more visual, and therefore, visceral experiences. In short the excessive fight sequences are the story and in the case of "John Wick: Chapter 3-Parabellum," we have a film where the constant carnage is in actuality a story about existential crisis and the elusive nature of redemption, for can John Wick's soul ever find relief after all of lives he has taken and does he deserve to find peace anyway?
Perhaps John Wick is destined to claw, fight and kill his way through life even though, by this stage, his soul is constantly being eroded. By adding this conceptual layer, Stahelski has ensured his series, and this film in particular, provides more than just mindless violence, the amount of which is more than considerable.
As you can gather, have you not seen any of these films, "John Wick: Chapter 3-Parabellum" is excessively violent and more than earns its hard R rating. Even so, I never felt that what was presented was gratuitous and that had everything to do with Stahelski's cinematic vision which only continues to expand with each new installment.
In addition to all of the previously stated influences I felt clearly inspired this film, I also think this time around Stahelski has added nothing less than Ridley Scott's still influential and unquestionably iconic "Blade Runner" (1982) into the mix. "John Wick: Chapter 3-Parabellum" is a film that is flying more into the slightly surreal, or at least, it is even more artistically stylized than the previous two installments, as the constant rain soaked neon streets indicated to my sensibilities. Trust me, the film looks absolutely gorgeous from end to end. It is remarkably opulent despite the enormous blood flow.
To that end, there are all of the action and fight sequences themselves and they are all absolutely staggering to behold. Remember, Keanu Reeves is providing most of his own stunt work again and to be able to witness the sheer physicality and agility of Reeves, Halle Berry plus all of his/their opponents in one beautifully choreographed and brilliantly executed fight sequence after another after another after another is astounding.
Just the film's first 30 minutes or so alone are more than worth the price of admission as we regard Wick fight his way out of New York (a battle with all manner of knives and sharp objects of destruction is especially jaw dropping). A later sequence featuring a motorcycle riding Wick fighting a squad of assassin motorcyclists brandishing swords equally astonishing. And the entire feral vibe, when it is working at its peak, feels like the closest thing to George Miller's rampaging "Mad Max" series, ending with a stellar cliffhanger that makes me more than ready for "Chapter 4" (which is due to arrive in 2021).
I suppose another reason why a film series this violent has earned this much affection is that the filmmakers are clearly enjoying themselves with trying to devise how precisely to wow and excite audiences as well as themselves. Every fight sequence is beautifully staged and filmed in a series of long, unedited takes, completely unlike what we usually see with our ADD editing techniques, all of which become visually bludgeoning and even deceptive as we always miss the story of the fights themselves.
Stahelski avoids all of those considerable trappings as he has devised of fight sequences, chases and shoot-outs that could almost work as movie musical numbers. Yes, it is overwhelming but in a way, it all feels so fitting that is so over the top. And that is because, I have this feeling that the "John Wick" series is more self-aware than it may at first seem. In fact, it is practically gleeful, therefore giving the film an added layer of fun as well as diffusing the effect of the violence to a degree.
How can you not see Laurence Fishburne and Keanu Reeves together and think of The Wachowski brothers' "The Matrix Trilogy" (1999/2003)? I also wonder if Fishburne's rooftop aviary dwelling Bowery King is at all a nod to Jim Jarmusch's "Ghost Dog: The Way Of The Samurai" (1999). "John Wick: Chapter 3-Parabellum" is a movie that seems to know that it is a movie or is also just in love with certain film styles and genres and here they all are lovingly displayed and honored...even as the blood is flowing and splattering all over the screen.
Chad Stahelski's "John Wick: Chapter 3-Parabellum," easily the best episode yet in this series, is an action film triumph filled with an imagination, invention and inspiration that is as intense as it is also insane. And as for Keanu Reeves, I wonder how he would feel if having his John Wick take on Tom Cruise, who is also 55 and insistently performs most of his own stunts as Ethan Hunt in his "Mission: Impossible" series.
Wouldn't that be something???
Sunday, September 22, 2019
UNDER CONSTRUCTION: a review of "Where'd You Go, Bernadette"
"WHERE'D YOU GO, BERNADETTE"
Based upon the novel by Maria Semple
Screenplay Written by Richard Linklater & Holly Gent & Vincent Palmo Jr.
Directed by Richard Linklater
**1/2 (two and a half stars)
RATED PG 13
Books are books and movies are movies.
This has been my ever-present mantra concerning the adaptation of novels to the silver screen although it is not the easiest transition to accomplish for a host of reasons including the nature of the source material itself and if the written work can even be translated to a visual medium plus the idea of having just the right people involved to create such a translation, therefore, a new interpretation of an author's vision.
In the case of "Where'd You Go, Bernadette," it seemed on paper that the presence of Cate Blanchett and Writer/Director Richard Linklater would be a perfect fit for Author Maria Semple's unorthodox novel which utilized e-mails, transcripts, memos and other documents to weave the tale of the elusive Bernadette Fox, a one-time genius architect who becomes an embittered agoraphobic and one day vanishes from her bewildered family, leaving her 15 year old daughter Bee to piece together the truth of her Mother's past as well as her present whereabouts. Certainly, Blanchett would be more than up to the task of playing a difficult, complex protagonist and just looking at Linklater's own idiosyncratic filmography, he would feel to be a perfect filmmaker to crack the code of the novel and therefore helm an invigorating feature.
So why is the end result so pedestrian?
Richard Linklater's "Where'd You Go, Bernadette" is well meaning and well intentioned but ultimately, bland. While there are some strong performances and an especially perceptive mid-section, for whatever reasons, the film never congeals into a sumptuous whole, making for proceedings that are lighter than a helium balloon taking flight and nowhere near as fun or compelling to view. No, it is not a bad film. I have seen much worse, trust me. But what is here to screen is simply and sadly muted when it needed to be vibrantly unpredictable in its comedy, satire, drama and slice-of-life qualities.
As with the source material, "Where'd You Go, Bernadette" stars Cate Blanchett as Bernadette Fox, the aforementioned genius architect who is now a Seattle based, unhappy agoraphobic, married to Microsoft tech genius Elgin (Billy Crudup) and loving Mother to Bee (Emma Nelson).
Consumed with anxieties, both private and social, bitterness, anger, insomnia, depression and fits of mania, Bernadette is the bane of existence to the posh Mothers of the private school and neighborhood, most especially Audrey Griffin (Kristin Wiig) and her sidekick (and soon to be Elgin's office assistant) Soo-Lin Lee-Segal (Zoe Chao), plus also a source on increased worry and desperation in Elgin. Only the relationship between Bernadette and Bee feels unshakable as Bee has long accepted her Mother upon her own terms and appreciates her greatly for her eccentricities.
Once Bee's excellent grades at school earn her a family trip to Antarctica over the Winter break, Bernadette begins to spiral further out of control, leading to her surprising disappearance beginning a mystery that uncovers the truth of the inscrutable maze that is indeed Bernadette Fox.
Returning to that motto I presented at the outset of this review, I will say that it was indeed a daring move for Richard Linklater to take the novel's titular character, a figure who is not really seen terribly much, therefore giving the novel its large sense of mystery, and present her front and center for this film.
Yes, I do understand that if one hires Cate Blanchett for a leading role, she will be uniformly prevalent on-screen butt he fact that she is seen from one end of the film to another does dilute the element of mystery greatly. That being said, I do not think that it hindered the film because what Linklater has achieved with "Where'd You Go, Bernadette," is to give the title a double meaning, moving the emphasis markedly from Bernadette's physical whereabouts to more internally, as we investigate and explore Bernadette's mental state.
It is a pet peeve of mine in the movies when characters are presented with crystal clear mental illnesses yet not one person within the film ever, at any time, addresses those issues for what they are. This was a quality that I absolutely loathed in films like James L. Brooks' "Spanglish" (2004) and Craig Gillespie's "Lars And The Real Girl" (2007), for instance, films that felt to be afraid to tackle their own subject matter.
With "Where'd You Go, Bernadette," Richard Linklater circumvents this error by focusing the film entirely upon Bernadette Fox's dwindling mental state. Whether she is manically creating voice-to-text e-mails to her India based personal assistant Manjula, having yet one more neighborly battle with Audrey, collecting a jar filled with all manner of loose medications, desperately fretting over the trip to Antarctica and trying her mightiest to stay away from all people aside from her family, to even the wildly dilapidated visual and physical state of her home, we are placed firmly in the center of Bernadette's psychosis.
The first third of the film serves as our introduction, which is pretty decent as we see Bernadette's dark present compared with her considerably brighter past when she was at the peak of her creative powers and prowess, creating architectural works unlike anything her peers had the ability to achieve for themselves.
This juxtaposition allowed Linklater to explore the concept of what happens when a creative figure is placed into a life situation where she is no longer creating. To that end, Linklater has also created a sharp social commentary regarding the roles of professional Women in society and provides the question of whether it is up to the family matriarch to relinquish her professional dreams in order to raise a family while the patriarch continues his own professional ascent.
It is once we arrive at the film's mid-section, when certain plot elements become more dire, we see how the film's larger conceptual elements become more personal as the Fox family find themselves reaching a crossroads. Linklater stages two crucial but separate conversations, Elgin with a therapist (played by the wonderful Judy Greer) and Bernadette with a former architectural colleague (played by the great Laurence Fishburne also making the most of his scant screen time), each occurring at the same time, giving the impression that this married couple is having a dialogue with each other although they are apart.
The hard questions each character asks of themselves as well as of each other was the point when I felt that the film was beginning to gather some steam, some weight to the proceedings that had generally been fairly easy and breezy to that point. Questions of mental illness and how it can affect a family dynamic, in addition to how it upends one's sense of self worth and overall well being was deeply compelling and both Blanchett and Crudup were equal to the task in a series of well constructed and dramatically strong scenes, making me excited that this film version, while different than the novel, would be making a strong stamp of its own right.
And yet, it blinked.
Certainly, when adapting the novel to film, Richard Linklater would go so far as to completely re-write what Maria Semple has already created within her own literary work. But even so, the film did have to return to its central mystery and a voyage to Antarctica, which, to me, felt to lessen the conceptual blow (and if memory serves, I just may have felt something similar when reading the novel years ago).
To me, this was a situation where it felt that Linklater had a chance to be especially innovative and spiral from the novel to create something entirely new as the film's first two thirds felt to be leading to a darker, more turbulent and decidedly emotional place than where it eventually ended up. Frankly, the film lost some of its steam and therefore, its purpose, making for an experience that ended up being more than a little pat, visually flat despite the locale and emotionally no deeper than an episode of "Eight Is Enough."
Which is a shame considering the potential for a great film considering the pedigree of talent in front of and behind the camera. But you know, I wonder if these were the right people for this material. As I watched the film, and as I ruminate over it right now, I cannot help but to think what if the triumvirate of Director Jason Reitman, Writer Diablo Cody and Charlize Theron, the creative team behind the searing satire of "Young Adult" (2011) and "Tully" (2018), would have accomplished with the same material. For some reason, that combination feels better.
But, I am not able tor review what isn't. I can only review what is. And for me, Richard Linklater's "Where'd You Go, Bernadette" is a near miss. Not as funny or as dramatic as it needed to be if it was going to ultimately be as rewarding and as idiosyncratic of an experience as the architectural designs of Bernadette Fox herself.
Based upon the novel by Maria Semple
Screenplay Written by Richard Linklater & Holly Gent & Vincent Palmo Jr.
Directed by Richard Linklater
**1/2 (two and a half stars)
RATED PG 13
Books are books and movies are movies.
This has been my ever-present mantra concerning the adaptation of novels to the silver screen although it is not the easiest transition to accomplish for a host of reasons including the nature of the source material itself and if the written work can even be translated to a visual medium plus the idea of having just the right people involved to create such a translation, therefore, a new interpretation of an author's vision.
In the case of "Where'd You Go, Bernadette," it seemed on paper that the presence of Cate Blanchett and Writer/Director Richard Linklater would be a perfect fit for Author Maria Semple's unorthodox novel which utilized e-mails, transcripts, memos and other documents to weave the tale of the elusive Bernadette Fox, a one-time genius architect who becomes an embittered agoraphobic and one day vanishes from her bewildered family, leaving her 15 year old daughter Bee to piece together the truth of her Mother's past as well as her present whereabouts. Certainly, Blanchett would be more than up to the task of playing a difficult, complex protagonist and just looking at Linklater's own idiosyncratic filmography, he would feel to be a perfect filmmaker to crack the code of the novel and therefore helm an invigorating feature.
So why is the end result so pedestrian?
Richard Linklater's "Where'd You Go, Bernadette" is well meaning and well intentioned but ultimately, bland. While there are some strong performances and an especially perceptive mid-section, for whatever reasons, the film never congeals into a sumptuous whole, making for proceedings that are lighter than a helium balloon taking flight and nowhere near as fun or compelling to view. No, it is not a bad film. I have seen much worse, trust me. But what is here to screen is simply and sadly muted when it needed to be vibrantly unpredictable in its comedy, satire, drama and slice-of-life qualities.
As with the source material, "Where'd You Go, Bernadette" stars Cate Blanchett as Bernadette Fox, the aforementioned genius architect who is now a Seattle based, unhappy agoraphobic, married to Microsoft tech genius Elgin (Billy Crudup) and loving Mother to Bee (Emma Nelson).
Consumed with anxieties, both private and social, bitterness, anger, insomnia, depression and fits of mania, Bernadette is the bane of existence to the posh Mothers of the private school and neighborhood, most especially Audrey Griffin (Kristin Wiig) and her sidekick (and soon to be Elgin's office assistant) Soo-Lin Lee-Segal (Zoe Chao), plus also a source on increased worry and desperation in Elgin. Only the relationship between Bernadette and Bee feels unshakable as Bee has long accepted her Mother upon her own terms and appreciates her greatly for her eccentricities.
Once Bee's excellent grades at school earn her a family trip to Antarctica over the Winter break, Bernadette begins to spiral further out of control, leading to her surprising disappearance beginning a mystery that uncovers the truth of the inscrutable maze that is indeed Bernadette Fox.
Returning to that motto I presented at the outset of this review, I will say that it was indeed a daring move for Richard Linklater to take the novel's titular character, a figure who is not really seen terribly much, therefore giving the novel its large sense of mystery, and present her front and center for this film.
Yes, I do understand that if one hires Cate Blanchett for a leading role, she will be uniformly prevalent on-screen butt he fact that she is seen from one end of the film to another does dilute the element of mystery greatly. That being said, I do not think that it hindered the film because what Linklater has achieved with "Where'd You Go, Bernadette," is to give the title a double meaning, moving the emphasis markedly from Bernadette's physical whereabouts to more internally, as we investigate and explore Bernadette's mental state.
It is a pet peeve of mine in the movies when characters are presented with crystal clear mental illnesses yet not one person within the film ever, at any time, addresses those issues for what they are. This was a quality that I absolutely loathed in films like James L. Brooks' "Spanglish" (2004) and Craig Gillespie's "Lars And The Real Girl" (2007), for instance, films that felt to be afraid to tackle their own subject matter.
With "Where'd You Go, Bernadette," Richard Linklater circumvents this error by focusing the film entirely upon Bernadette Fox's dwindling mental state. Whether she is manically creating voice-to-text e-mails to her India based personal assistant Manjula, having yet one more neighborly battle with Audrey, collecting a jar filled with all manner of loose medications, desperately fretting over the trip to Antarctica and trying her mightiest to stay away from all people aside from her family, to even the wildly dilapidated visual and physical state of her home, we are placed firmly in the center of Bernadette's psychosis.
The first third of the film serves as our introduction, which is pretty decent as we see Bernadette's dark present compared with her considerably brighter past when she was at the peak of her creative powers and prowess, creating architectural works unlike anything her peers had the ability to achieve for themselves.
This juxtaposition allowed Linklater to explore the concept of what happens when a creative figure is placed into a life situation where she is no longer creating. To that end, Linklater has also created a sharp social commentary regarding the roles of professional Women in society and provides the question of whether it is up to the family matriarch to relinquish her professional dreams in order to raise a family while the patriarch continues his own professional ascent.
It is once we arrive at the film's mid-section, when certain plot elements become more dire, we see how the film's larger conceptual elements become more personal as the Fox family find themselves reaching a crossroads. Linklater stages two crucial but separate conversations, Elgin with a therapist (played by the wonderful Judy Greer) and Bernadette with a former architectural colleague (played by the great Laurence Fishburne also making the most of his scant screen time), each occurring at the same time, giving the impression that this married couple is having a dialogue with each other although they are apart.
The hard questions each character asks of themselves as well as of each other was the point when I felt that the film was beginning to gather some steam, some weight to the proceedings that had generally been fairly easy and breezy to that point. Questions of mental illness and how it can affect a family dynamic, in addition to how it upends one's sense of self worth and overall well being was deeply compelling and both Blanchett and Crudup were equal to the task in a series of well constructed and dramatically strong scenes, making me excited that this film version, while different than the novel, would be making a strong stamp of its own right.
And yet, it blinked.
Certainly, when adapting the novel to film, Richard Linklater would go so far as to completely re-write what Maria Semple has already created within her own literary work. But even so, the film did have to return to its central mystery and a voyage to Antarctica, which, to me, felt to lessen the conceptual blow (and if memory serves, I just may have felt something similar when reading the novel years ago).
To me, this was a situation where it felt that Linklater had a chance to be especially innovative and spiral from the novel to create something entirely new as the film's first two thirds felt to be leading to a darker, more turbulent and decidedly emotional place than where it eventually ended up. Frankly, the film lost some of its steam and therefore, its purpose, making for an experience that ended up being more than a little pat, visually flat despite the locale and emotionally no deeper than an episode of "Eight Is Enough."
Which is a shame considering the potential for a great film considering the pedigree of talent in front of and behind the camera. But you know, I wonder if these were the right people for this material. As I watched the film, and as I ruminate over it right now, I cannot help but to think what if the triumvirate of Director Jason Reitman, Writer Diablo Cody and Charlize Theron, the creative team behind the searing satire of "Young Adult" (2011) and "Tully" (2018), would have accomplished with the same material. For some reason, that combination feels better.
But, I am not able tor review what isn't. I can only review what is. And for me, Richard Linklater's "Where'd You Go, Bernadette" is a near miss. Not as funny or as dramatic as it needed to be if it was going to ultimately be as rewarding and as idiosyncratic of an experience as the architectural designs of Bernadette Fox herself.
Saturday, September 21, 2019
SET THAT BAGGAGE DOWN: a review of "David Crosby: Remember My Name"
"DAVID CROSBY: REMEMBER MY NAME"
Produced by Cameron Crowe
Directed by A.J. Eaton
**** (four stars)
RATED R
"What you gonna do when the last show is over?
What you gonna do when you can't touch base?
What you gonna do when the applause is all over?
And you can't turn your back on what you face
And who you gonna be when the lights are all fading?
And who you gonna be when the band comes off?
And who you gonna be when your heart is still aching?
And you can't shrug it off with just a laugh"
-"Encore"
Music and Lyrics by Graham Nash and Shane Fontayne
"He tore the heart out of CSN and CSNY in the space of a few months...because he's not a really great person. He talks a good story."
- interview with Graham Nash
Late in the documentary "David Crosby: Remember My Name," the debut feature film from Director A.J. Eaton, Producer/Interviewer Cameron Crowe respectfully yet pointedly questions Crosby about his now completely fractured relationships with all of his key collaborators over the course of his 50 year plus career from The Byrds' Roger McGuinn to of course, his bandmates Stephen Stills, Neil Young and Graham Nash. David Crosby quickly expresses that in the case of Neil Young, he is not mad at him but that "Neil's mad at me." Crowe pushes further and inquires that why doesn't Crosby just go to Neil Young? Why not just go to his doorstep? David Crosby's answer: "I don't know where that is."
That answer cuts to the soul and bone of A.J. Eaton's "David Crosby: Remember By Name," a cinematic portrait that is as warm, engaging and enveloping as it is unflinching and raw. It is a remarkable effort for Eaton, who in the course of slightly over 90 minutes captures the fullness of a life, the effects of the past upon the present, and the ocean of remorse and regrets that arrive when facing down one's rapidly impending mortality. It is a rock documentary that fully and richly transcends the genre by diving into and then propelling itself from the music and the artist to delve into what makes, and in the case of David Crosby, breaks a life as the artistry reaches new creative peaks.
Via A.J. Eaton's perceptive, empathetic eye and Cameron Crowe's interviewing skill, "David Crosby: Remember My Name" brings into focus the life of the iconic singer/songwriter/guitarist, the 1960's counter-culture icon. Now at the age of 77, David Crosby takes us upon a look backwards and forwards into his life as he painfully leaves the solitude of his home and the sanctuary of his wife Jan Crosby for yet another concert tour.
It is a life of tremendous bittersweetness as Crosby still clearly is enraptured by the music, the performances, the creation of new material (which has arrived with surprising alacrity as well as superior artistry), the ability to still tap into his energy as a guitarist and especially as a singer, as we witness how despite his age, his voice continues at its fullest strength as it sounds as if to not have lost any of its richness whatsoever.
And still, the business of music, has become of a greater necessity than ever before as he is required to tour in order to support himself, his family and homestead when he really wishes to remain in the security of his sanctuary. The sadness we witness upon his departure is palpable as is the elation and relief upon his return near the end of the film, falling into bed and sleeping with his guitar by his side, a stirring dichotomy to witness due to the nature of his precarious physical health.
As Crosby prepares for his latest tour, we receive a travelogue through his musical history that I am certain his generations of fans will salivate over. We we stroll through his Laurel Canyon based haunts, as we see the home (to even the specific lightbulb) where Crosby, Stills & Nash was born. We see where the iconic CSN album cover photograph was taken. Crosby weaves tales of his foes (oooh how he still hates The Doors, for instance) and most earnestly, his friends--and when you ponder that the likes of Mama Cass Elliot and Jimi Hendrix were his friends, it continues to send goosebumps through me, and possibly yourselves, that this particular time period was one when everything seemed to be musically possible, from crafting the greatest song ever written to even hopefully saving the world.
David Crosby's social/political outrage is irreverent and fiery, to say the least. Commendable in its righteous fury while also head-scratching as he does embrace certain conspiracy theories, he is a figure that felt to be counter-cultural even to his compatriots of the counter culture, going so far as to alienating his own bandmates, leading to his dismissal from The Byrds, and often causing friction with Stills and Nash. And as Crosby reminisces about his past via his captivating, loquacious style, "David Crosby: Remember My Name" displays how all of his 1960's excesses have done more than their fair share of havoc over time.
For his own life and health, there are the devastating drug addictions to cocaine and heroin, his nine month imprisonment in 1982, a liver transplant due to hepatitis C, diabetes and two or three heart attacks that have left him with eight stints in his heart--the maximum amount. Yet, the greater emotional, and therefore, spiritual deterioration rests within his interpersonal relationships as the wreckage of lives lost around him and lives damaged because of him are many. Throughout the film, David Crosby speaks directly to this specific history and his remaining, yet dwindling, future in a means that feels brutally honest as well as one that seems to be seeking to achieve a sense of atonement because, as Crosby states, "Time is the final currency."
It is here where I think we could revisit the two quotations from Graham Nash at the top of this review as the lyrics, addressed directly to Crosby and the interview snippet do indeed provide the conflict that houses the core of the Eaton's film. On the one hand, we are given a window into David Crosby's inner world, one that has not often been witnessed over time. Crosby is decidedly forthcoming concerning his mistreatment of friends and lovers over the years, especially his relationship with none other than Joni Mitchell, for instance. He never falls into self-pity or anything resembling false self-awareness. He is matter-of-fact as well as fully engaging. And yet, regrading Nash's interview quotation, there is that hint of the mischievous, that sense that maybe...just maybe...he might be putting us on despite the greatness of his storytelling.
Yer for me, as I watched and as I ruminate over the film right now, I believed him. It was all in his eyes.
Perhaps it is through his decades long association with Cameron Crowe that provided him with a sense of comfort with being interviewed for his answers do not feel to be held back by any sense of reluctance, as Crowe, while always respectful, never goes easy on Crosby. If he had to choose between having happiness and complete security in life but without the presence of music in its entirety, would he choose that life if he could?
And then, there are the questions David Crosby asks of himself, especially when he ponders why he is still alive after so many of his friends have died over the years due to the same excesses to which he subjected himself. Clearly there is much survivor's guilt at work and when Eaton keeps his camera close upon Crosby's considerably aged face, adorned with all manner of wrinkles and deep lines of time and augmented by his iconic mustache and mane of still elongated hair, the history plus the pain within becomes evident. And it is here where the film grows in power and becomes transcendent.
A.J. Eaton's "David Crosby: Remember My Name" extends far beyond the constraints of a music bio-pic to become a document of a life nearing its inevitable conclusion, therefore we are given a film that becomes universal in the subject of how life is lived and what work needs to be performed to get one's house in order and death approaches. Crosby states firmly that he is afraid to die and that he desires more time as he does not feel as if he is remotely close to being finished, again despite the nature of his health.
The film feels to cement not so much a settling of scores but the story of a man attempting to relinquish himself of the baggage he placed upon others and mostly himself over the bulk of his life. It s a film that works as a confessional, but one where the confessions become testimony with the hopes of alleviation of the soul. The power of the film is not whether Crosby will survive the next concert tour but if he will be able to find and receive forgiveness. Will his spirit be able to rest once his time arrives to pass onwards into eternity?
Obviously, the film, playing as life being lived in real time, is unable to answer that specific question and how could it? Yet, Eaton does indeed force us to place those very questions upon ourselves as we watch David Crosby's life. How have we treated our fellow brothers and sisters during our lives and furthermore, how have we treated ourselves? As we grow, age and think about our own sense of mortality, what do we wish to leave behind if anything? The finger and footprints do we wish to leave as our defining marks upon those would just might remain behind to remember us?
A.J. Eaton's "David Crosby: Remember My Name" is a quietly wrenching record of a lion deep in Winter, refusing to go silently into any good night but helplessly hoping for atonement and absolution before that final curtain.
Produced by Cameron Crowe
Directed by A.J. Eaton
**** (four stars)
RATED R
"What you gonna do when the last show is over?
What you gonna do when you can't touch base?
What you gonna do when the applause is all over?
And you can't turn your back on what you face
And who you gonna be when the lights are all fading?
And who you gonna be when the band comes off?
And who you gonna be when your heart is still aching?
And you can't shrug it off with just a laugh"
-"Encore"
Music and Lyrics by Graham Nash and Shane Fontayne
"He tore the heart out of CSN and CSNY in the space of a few months...because he's not a really great person. He talks a good story."
- interview with Graham Nash
Late in the documentary "David Crosby: Remember My Name," the debut feature film from Director A.J. Eaton, Producer/Interviewer Cameron Crowe respectfully yet pointedly questions Crosby about his now completely fractured relationships with all of his key collaborators over the course of his 50 year plus career from The Byrds' Roger McGuinn to of course, his bandmates Stephen Stills, Neil Young and Graham Nash. David Crosby quickly expresses that in the case of Neil Young, he is not mad at him but that "Neil's mad at me." Crowe pushes further and inquires that why doesn't Crosby just go to Neil Young? Why not just go to his doorstep? David Crosby's answer: "I don't know where that is."
That answer cuts to the soul and bone of A.J. Eaton's "David Crosby: Remember By Name," a cinematic portrait that is as warm, engaging and enveloping as it is unflinching and raw. It is a remarkable effort for Eaton, who in the course of slightly over 90 minutes captures the fullness of a life, the effects of the past upon the present, and the ocean of remorse and regrets that arrive when facing down one's rapidly impending mortality. It is a rock documentary that fully and richly transcends the genre by diving into and then propelling itself from the music and the artist to delve into what makes, and in the case of David Crosby, breaks a life as the artistry reaches new creative peaks.
Via A.J. Eaton's perceptive, empathetic eye and Cameron Crowe's interviewing skill, "David Crosby: Remember My Name" brings into focus the life of the iconic singer/songwriter/guitarist, the 1960's counter-culture icon. Now at the age of 77, David Crosby takes us upon a look backwards and forwards into his life as he painfully leaves the solitude of his home and the sanctuary of his wife Jan Crosby for yet another concert tour.
It is a life of tremendous bittersweetness as Crosby still clearly is enraptured by the music, the performances, the creation of new material (which has arrived with surprising alacrity as well as superior artistry), the ability to still tap into his energy as a guitarist and especially as a singer, as we witness how despite his age, his voice continues at its fullest strength as it sounds as if to not have lost any of its richness whatsoever.
And still, the business of music, has become of a greater necessity than ever before as he is required to tour in order to support himself, his family and homestead when he really wishes to remain in the security of his sanctuary. The sadness we witness upon his departure is palpable as is the elation and relief upon his return near the end of the film, falling into bed and sleeping with his guitar by his side, a stirring dichotomy to witness due to the nature of his precarious physical health.
As Crosby prepares for his latest tour, we receive a travelogue through his musical history that I am certain his generations of fans will salivate over. We we stroll through his Laurel Canyon based haunts, as we see the home (to even the specific lightbulb) where Crosby, Stills & Nash was born. We see where the iconic CSN album cover photograph was taken. Crosby weaves tales of his foes (oooh how he still hates The Doors, for instance) and most earnestly, his friends--and when you ponder that the likes of Mama Cass Elliot and Jimi Hendrix were his friends, it continues to send goosebumps through me, and possibly yourselves, that this particular time period was one when everything seemed to be musically possible, from crafting the greatest song ever written to even hopefully saving the world.
David Crosby's social/political outrage is irreverent and fiery, to say the least. Commendable in its righteous fury while also head-scratching as he does embrace certain conspiracy theories, he is a figure that felt to be counter-cultural even to his compatriots of the counter culture, going so far as to alienating his own bandmates, leading to his dismissal from The Byrds, and often causing friction with Stills and Nash. And as Crosby reminisces about his past via his captivating, loquacious style, "David Crosby: Remember My Name" displays how all of his 1960's excesses have done more than their fair share of havoc over time.
For his own life and health, there are the devastating drug addictions to cocaine and heroin, his nine month imprisonment in 1982, a liver transplant due to hepatitis C, diabetes and two or three heart attacks that have left him with eight stints in his heart--the maximum amount. Yet, the greater emotional, and therefore, spiritual deterioration rests within his interpersonal relationships as the wreckage of lives lost around him and lives damaged because of him are many. Throughout the film, David Crosby speaks directly to this specific history and his remaining, yet dwindling, future in a means that feels brutally honest as well as one that seems to be seeking to achieve a sense of atonement because, as Crosby states, "Time is the final currency."
It is here where I think we could revisit the two quotations from Graham Nash at the top of this review as the lyrics, addressed directly to Crosby and the interview snippet do indeed provide the conflict that houses the core of the Eaton's film. On the one hand, we are given a window into David Crosby's inner world, one that has not often been witnessed over time. Crosby is decidedly forthcoming concerning his mistreatment of friends and lovers over the years, especially his relationship with none other than Joni Mitchell, for instance. He never falls into self-pity or anything resembling false self-awareness. He is matter-of-fact as well as fully engaging. And yet, regrading Nash's interview quotation, there is that hint of the mischievous, that sense that maybe...just maybe...he might be putting us on despite the greatness of his storytelling.
Yer for me, as I watched and as I ruminate over the film right now, I believed him. It was all in his eyes.
Perhaps it is through his decades long association with Cameron Crowe that provided him with a sense of comfort with being interviewed for his answers do not feel to be held back by any sense of reluctance, as Crowe, while always respectful, never goes easy on Crosby. If he had to choose between having happiness and complete security in life but without the presence of music in its entirety, would he choose that life if he could?
And then, there are the questions David Crosby asks of himself, especially when he ponders why he is still alive after so many of his friends have died over the years due to the same excesses to which he subjected himself. Clearly there is much survivor's guilt at work and when Eaton keeps his camera close upon Crosby's considerably aged face, adorned with all manner of wrinkles and deep lines of time and augmented by his iconic mustache and mane of still elongated hair, the history plus the pain within becomes evident. And it is here where the film grows in power and becomes transcendent.
A.J. Eaton's "David Crosby: Remember My Name" extends far beyond the constraints of a music bio-pic to become a document of a life nearing its inevitable conclusion, therefore we are given a film that becomes universal in the subject of how life is lived and what work needs to be performed to get one's house in order and death approaches. Crosby states firmly that he is afraid to die and that he desires more time as he does not feel as if he is remotely close to being finished, again despite the nature of his health.
The film feels to cement not so much a settling of scores but the story of a man attempting to relinquish himself of the baggage he placed upon others and mostly himself over the bulk of his life. It s a film that works as a confessional, but one where the confessions become testimony with the hopes of alleviation of the soul. The power of the film is not whether Crosby will survive the next concert tour but if he will be able to find and receive forgiveness. Will his spirit be able to rest once his time arrives to pass onwards into eternity?
Obviously, the film, playing as life being lived in real time, is unable to answer that specific question and how could it? Yet, Eaton does indeed force us to place those very questions upon ourselves as we watch David Crosby's life. How have we treated our fellow brothers and sisters during our lives and furthermore, how have we treated ourselves? As we grow, age and think about our own sense of mortality, what do we wish to leave behind if anything? The finger and footprints do we wish to leave as our defining marks upon those would just might remain behind to remember us?
A.J. Eaton's "David Crosby: Remember My Name" is a quietly wrenching record of a lion deep in Winter, refusing to go silently into any good night but helplessly hoping for atonement and absolution before that final curtain.
Tuesday, September 10, 2019
HOMECOMING: a review of "It: Chapter Two"
"IT: CHAPTER TWO"
Based upon the novel by Stephen King
Screenplay Written by Gary Dauberman
Directed by Andy Muschietti
*** (three stars)
RATED R
The dark side of childhood has reached adulthood...and it has only grown more treacherous.
When we last saw the members of The Losers Club, the tormented septet of adolescent misfits of Derry, Maine circa 1989, they had defeated the ravenous Pennywise the Dancing Clown deep within the cavernous bowels of the city through the unbreakable bonds of their union and friendship. Or so they thought...
As I have often written upon this blogsite, the horror genre is one I tend to steer clear of as I am not a person who finds enjoyment within the sensation of being scared. This is not a firm rule as there are several films within the horror genre that I have seen and thoroughly enjoyed as the commitment to story and characters are first and foremost rather than the jump scares, blood and gore.
When I first saw and reviewed Director Andy Muschietti's "It" (2017), his superb adaptation of the classic Stephen King novel, I praised the film highly for that very reason. Muschietti's commitment to the exploration of a group of children facing their deepest, most horrific fears, both real in an explicitly harsh world and imagined via the various manifestations of Pennywise, while discovering their sense of inner strength while creating bonds with each other was as poignant as it was often terrifying, thus making for a deeply felt, tightly constructed, undeniably artful experience that transcended the horror genre.
With the arrival of the second half of the story, Muschietti's "It: Chapter Two," we unfortunately do not scale as highly as the first half. But that being said, the film does burrow its way under your skin, is perhaps more ambitious than it can possibly handle even in its hefty yet freight train paced three hour running time and it is again a highly perceptive and poignant exploration of the monumental power of fear and how it plays sharply into the sometimes unreliability of memories. Where the first film was straightforward in its narrative, "It: Chapter Two" is sprawling, unconventional, very strange, a tad messy and unquestionably filled with raw emotion--much like the nature of fear and memory themselves--making for a darkly psychedelic yet still riveting experience.
"It: Chapter Two" opens 27 years after the events of the first film with an event of blistering, horrific fury, the attack and murder of a young gay man who is beaten by a gang of homophobes and thrown into the rushing waters of the river.
The hate crime provides the catalyst for the return of Pennywise (again portrayed by Bill Skarsgard) from his slumber to not only literally feast upon the unsuspecting citizens of Derry, but enact his revenge upon The Losers Club--leader, stuttering Bill Denbrough (Jaeden Martell), the physically and sexually abused Beverly Marsh (Sophia Lillis), overweight Ben Hanscom (Jeremy Ray Taylor), hypochondriac Eddie Kaspbrak (Jack Dylan Grazer), the foul mouthed Richie Tozier (Finn Wolfhard), the pragmatic, and Jewish, Stanley Uris (Wyatt Oleff) and Mike Hanlon (Chosen Jacobs), soft spoken, studious and one of the few African-Americans in the town.
Pennywise's re-awakening has also altered the adult Mike Hanlon (effectively played by Isaiah Mustafa), now Derry's head librarian (and who even resides within the library), who remembers the oath taken by himself and his friends 27 years ago--that if Pennywise ever returned, they must reunite to defeat him once and for all. Yet, except for himself, none of his friends reside in Derry anymore.
The adult Bill Denbrough (James McAvoy) is now married to a famous actress and is himself a successful author and screenwriter in Los Angeles, yet is often chastised for his unsatisfying ending. Richie Tozier (Bill Hader) is now a famous stand-up comic. Ben Hanscom (Jay Ryan), now based in Nebraska and working as an in-demand architect, has long shed his extra weight from childhood for which he was bullied. Eddie Kaspbrak (James Ransome), while still a hypochondriac and now married to a woman who eerily resembles his Mother in appearance and temperament in New York City, has also become a successful risk-assessor. The adult Beverly Marsh (Jessica Chastain) has become a successful fashion designer, yet is trapped within an abusive marriage. Rounding out the former members of the Losers Club is Stanley Uris (Andy Bean), whose participation in a rematch with Pennywise is questionable at best.
Once Mike has established contact with all of his former friends, one by one, they each return to Derry, all of whom housed with hazy memories of their youth and the Summer of 1989 in particular, yet Pennywise remains relentlessly wrathful. As the members of the resuscitated Losers Club re-trace the steps of their respective pasts as they precariously march towards what could end up as a fatal future, memories slowly begin to reveal themselves as they all confront their greatest terrors, all designed to stop the from vanquishing Pennywise.
When I first sat "It," two years ago, I had not read the Stephen King novel but that film did indeed inspire me to try it out as I had never read a Stephen King novel before (remember, I don't enjoy being scared). Now two years later, I still have not finished the book, as I felt that I needed to take breaks from it due to its massive length of 1,138 pages and labyrinthine plotting and storytelling, which does unfold in a striking, propulsively written non-linear narrative and contains all manner of asides, side stories and stories within stories within stories. In fact, the novel feels as if it is a book that is about stories and storytelling combined with a morass of memories and mounting fear, possibly making Pennywise exist as a metaphor for America's dark underbelly which threatens to engulf all that is good in the world.
With that in mind, it is even more amazing that Andy Muschietti's "It: Chapter Two" turned out as well as it did, as the novel from which it is based feels to be essentially unfilmmable. But Muschietti has clearly remained intrepid and I swear he damn near pulled it off. Just as with the first film, "It: Chapter Two" is a lavishly designed and presented experience that works like the devil to establish its own independent tone while also working as a continuation of what we have already seen.
Where the first film remained locked in place, so to speak, as we never left the Summer of 1989 storywise, this second film allows Muschietti to let his freak flag wave highly and proudly by alternating between 1989 and 2016 as well as placing the heroes of our story--both teenagers and adults--into one nightmarishly hallucinogenic cavalcade of Pennywise's sound and fury, some of which includes a hall of mirrors, a monstrous Paul Bunyan statue come to life as well as a downright rapacious nod to a sight first seen in John Carpenter's "The Thing" (1982).
In a way, this second film is more faithful to the novel than the first film, even though the ambitiousness of the entire proceedings nearly gets away from Muschietti from time to time. But again, and I am unable to stress this enough, I wonder just how he had the audacity to tackle this novel in the first place.
"It: Chapter Two," oddly enough, never quite feels like a sequel, or at least a film that you know is nothing more than something mercenary. With this installment, Muschietti uses the adult characters as a means to forge a dialogue with their younger selves. from the first film--and to their collective credit, all of the adult actors perform an excellent job of channeling the work of the younger actors while forging ahead for themselves. In addition to accomplishing this feat, the film is also shouldered with the challenge of having to address the history of Derry, including mythology with The Ritual Of Chud, and grander psychedelics as memory and fear, plus the past and present mount and collide.
Now, there has been some criticism over the new film not having the adult characters spend as much time together as their teenaged counterparts, therefore having a crucial lack of camaraderie. To that, I do disagree as the adult Losers Club's more fractured nature is indeed story driven as all of the members who have left Derry have also found themselves afflicted with hazy, shadowy and fractured memories of their entire experiences there, especially concerning Pennywise and ultimately, the depth of their relationships with each other. All they have is the crippling fear and what they need is a stronger sense of communion, friendship, loyalty and love to become victorious. And trust me, there are some scenes during the climax and especially during its lovely final moments that are all genuinely moving.
With that in mind, it only makes sense that the adult characters are not as connected as when they were children. "It: Chapter Two" is about the regaining of that bond as it is Pennywise's resurrection.
Muschietti has fashioned a film that works as a quest as each solo divergence is structured to unearth some artifact of truth that can be utilized for the final battle with Pennywise. While this tactic may prove frustrating for some viewers, I felt that it allowed Muschietti to have a wider canvas to explore what memory is and how it is often interchangeable with fear, because if something traumatic happened when one is younger, how does that trauma play itself within that person's mind. Does it is increase the trauma in size and scope rather than make it smaller, therefore becoming a fear that is potentially insurmountable?
This concept plays out conceptually as well as metaphorically. The child abuse Beverly suffered clearly has forged a path for her to end up in an abusive marriage. Eddie's overbearing Mother certainly set the stage for the woman he would eventually marry, for instance. But, even with all of Pennywise's manifestations and the hallucinations he conjures, everything is purposefully massive, all designed to overwhelm forcing his victims to succumb to his malevolence and therefore be consumed. Even as we, and the Losers Club, venture back into the depths of Pennywise's lair, the fact that it only continues to deepen, and even widen the further one descends, it is yet another metaphor for the engulfing nature of fear (and furthermore, the nature of evil and the sins of Derry).
Frankly, it would not be far fetched to assume that "It: Chapter Two" is also housing an impassioned bit of cultural commentary about how fear, both real and often, largely imagined, can be weaponized to unleash real world horrors designed to keep us afraid and unable to find the strength to confront and yet, how it is only through a shared communal belief can there be any potential uprising against...well, it.
Andy Muschietti certainly works overtime to nearly assault our heroes and us in the audience with one surreal vision after another, barely giving us time to breathe. In many ways, this approach works very well. Oddly enough, I actually did not find myself particularly scared during "It: Chapter Two." That being said, I was more than a little worked over due to the velocity and intensity of the film which felt like being thrown into the netherworld of a grim funhouse mirror or being trapped in the most ferocious fever dream.
On the other hand, at times, the rapid pacing worked against the tension, making certain sequences feel terribly rushed, as if Muschietti was playing a breathless round of "Beat The Clock" as he tried to get his film finished by the time of the pre-determined release date. The sequences of the adult Losers Club members receiving their initial phone calls from Mike hurtle in a flash instead of weaving a sense of creeping doom and dread. The return of bully Henry Bowers (played by Teach Grant) is handled with such alacrity that I hardly knew what had happened and nearly chalked it up to being a Pennywise fueled hallucination.
But those flaws aside, Andy Muscietti's "It: Chapter Two" is quite the achievement, as it is a story told with skill, heart, force and even a tremendous amount of empathy in its view of love, friendships and the solidarity of community when rising up against a seemingly unbeatable danger.
And in our 21st century, darkly hallucinogenic real world, perhaps we actually need a film like this more than we think.
Based upon the novel by Stephen King
Screenplay Written by Gary Dauberman
Directed by Andy Muschietti
*** (three stars)
RATED R
The dark side of childhood has reached adulthood...and it has only grown more treacherous.
When we last saw the members of The Losers Club, the tormented septet of adolescent misfits of Derry, Maine circa 1989, they had defeated the ravenous Pennywise the Dancing Clown deep within the cavernous bowels of the city through the unbreakable bonds of their union and friendship. Or so they thought...
As I have often written upon this blogsite, the horror genre is one I tend to steer clear of as I am not a person who finds enjoyment within the sensation of being scared. This is not a firm rule as there are several films within the horror genre that I have seen and thoroughly enjoyed as the commitment to story and characters are first and foremost rather than the jump scares, blood and gore.
When I first saw and reviewed Director Andy Muschietti's "It" (2017), his superb adaptation of the classic Stephen King novel, I praised the film highly for that very reason. Muschietti's commitment to the exploration of a group of children facing their deepest, most horrific fears, both real in an explicitly harsh world and imagined via the various manifestations of Pennywise, while discovering their sense of inner strength while creating bonds with each other was as poignant as it was often terrifying, thus making for a deeply felt, tightly constructed, undeniably artful experience that transcended the horror genre.
With the arrival of the second half of the story, Muschietti's "It: Chapter Two," we unfortunately do not scale as highly as the first half. But that being said, the film does burrow its way under your skin, is perhaps more ambitious than it can possibly handle even in its hefty yet freight train paced three hour running time and it is again a highly perceptive and poignant exploration of the monumental power of fear and how it plays sharply into the sometimes unreliability of memories. Where the first film was straightforward in its narrative, "It: Chapter Two" is sprawling, unconventional, very strange, a tad messy and unquestionably filled with raw emotion--much like the nature of fear and memory themselves--making for a darkly psychedelic yet still riveting experience.
"It: Chapter Two" opens 27 years after the events of the first film with an event of blistering, horrific fury, the attack and murder of a young gay man who is beaten by a gang of homophobes and thrown into the rushing waters of the river.
The hate crime provides the catalyst for the return of Pennywise (again portrayed by Bill Skarsgard) from his slumber to not only literally feast upon the unsuspecting citizens of Derry, but enact his revenge upon The Losers Club--leader, stuttering Bill Denbrough (Jaeden Martell), the physically and sexually abused Beverly Marsh (Sophia Lillis), overweight Ben Hanscom (Jeremy Ray Taylor), hypochondriac Eddie Kaspbrak (Jack Dylan Grazer), the foul mouthed Richie Tozier (Finn Wolfhard), the pragmatic, and Jewish, Stanley Uris (Wyatt Oleff) and Mike Hanlon (Chosen Jacobs), soft spoken, studious and one of the few African-Americans in the town.
Pennywise's re-awakening has also altered the adult Mike Hanlon (effectively played by Isaiah Mustafa), now Derry's head librarian (and who even resides within the library), who remembers the oath taken by himself and his friends 27 years ago--that if Pennywise ever returned, they must reunite to defeat him once and for all. Yet, except for himself, none of his friends reside in Derry anymore.
The adult Bill Denbrough (James McAvoy) is now married to a famous actress and is himself a successful author and screenwriter in Los Angeles, yet is often chastised for his unsatisfying ending. Richie Tozier (Bill Hader) is now a famous stand-up comic. Ben Hanscom (Jay Ryan), now based in Nebraska and working as an in-demand architect, has long shed his extra weight from childhood for which he was bullied. Eddie Kaspbrak (James Ransome), while still a hypochondriac and now married to a woman who eerily resembles his Mother in appearance and temperament in New York City, has also become a successful risk-assessor. The adult Beverly Marsh (Jessica Chastain) has become a successful fashion designer, yet is trapped within an abusive marriage. Rounding out the former members of the Losers Club is Stanley Uris (Andy Bean), whose participation in a rematch with Pennywise is questionable at best.
Once Mike has established contact with all of his former friends, one by one, they each return to Derry, all of whom housed with hazy memories of their youth and the Summer of 1989 in particular, yet Pennywise remains relentlessly wrathful. As the members of the resuscitated Losers Club re-trace the steps of their respective pasts as they precariously march towards what could end up as a fatal future, memories slowly begin to reveal themselves as they all confront their greatest terrors, all designed to stop the from vanquishing Pennywise.
When I first sat "It," two years ago, I had not read the Stephen King novel but that film did indeed inspire me to try it out as I had never read a Stephen King novel before (remember, I don't enjoy being scared). Now two years later, I still have not finished the book, as I felt that I needed to take breaks from it due to its massive length of 1,138 pages and labyrinthine plotting and storytelling, which does unfold in a striking, propulsively written non-linear narrative and contains all manner of asides, side stories and stories within stories within stories. In fact, the novel feels as if it is a book that is about stories and storytelling combined with a morass of memories and mounting fear, possibly making Pennywise exist as a metaphor for America's dark underbelly which threatens to engulf all that is good in the world.
With that in mind, it is even more amazing that Andy Muschietti's "It: Chapter Two" turned out as well as it did, as the novel from which it is based feels to be essentially unfilmmable. But Muschietti has clearly remained intrepid and I swear he damn near pulled it off. Just as with the first film, "It: Chapter Two" is a lavishly designed and presented experience that works like the devil to establish its own independent tone while also working as a continuation of what we have already seen.
Where the first film remained locked in place, so to speak, as we never left the Summer of 1989 storywise, this second film allows Muschietti to let his freak flag wave highly and proudly by alternating between 1989 and 2016 as well as placing the heroes of our story--both teenagers and adults--into one nightmarishly hallucinogenic cavalcade of Pennywise's sound and fury, some of which includes a hall of mirrors, a monstrous Paul Bunyan statue come to life as well as a downright rapacious nod to a sight first seen in John Carpenter's "The Thing" (1982).
In a way, this second film is more faithful to the novel than the first film, even though the ambitiousness of the entire proceedings nearly gets away from Muschietti from time to time. But again, and I am unable to stress this enough, I wonder just how he had the audacity to tackle this novel in the first place.
"It: Chapter Two," oddly enough, never quite feels like a sequel, or at least a film that you know is nothing more than something mercenary. With this installment, Muschietti uses the adult characters as a means to forge a dialogue with their younger selves. from the first film--and to their collective credit, all of the adult actors perform an excellent job of channeling the work of the younger actors while forging ahead for themselves. In addition to accomplishing this feat, the film is also shouldered with the challenge of having to address the history of Derry, including mythology with The Ritual Of Chud, and grander psychedelics as memory and fear, plus the past and present mount and collide.
Now, there has been some criticism over the new film not having the adult characters spend as much time together as their teenaged counterparts, therefore having a crucial lack of camaraderie. To that, I do disagree as the adult Losers Club's more fractured nature is indeed story driven as all of the members who have left Derry have also found themselves afflicted with hazy, shadowy and fractured memories of their entire experiences there, especially concerning Pennywise and ultimately, the depth of their relationships with each other. All they have is the crippling fear and what they need is a stronger sense of communion, friendship, loyalty and love to become victorious. And trust me, there are some scenes during the climax and especially during its lovely final moments that are all genuinely moving.
With that in mind, it only makes sense that the adult characters are not as connected as when they were children. "It: Chapter Two" is about the regaining of that bond as it is Pennywise's resurrection.
Muschietti has fashioned a film that works as a quest as each solo divergence is structured to unearth some artifact of truth that can be utilized for the final battle with Pennywise. While this tactic may prove frustrating for some viewers, I felt that it allowed Muschietti to have a wider canvas to explore what memory is and how it is often interchangeable with fear, because if something traumatic happened when one is younger, how does that trauma play itself within that person's mind. Does it is increase the trauma in size and scope rather than make it smaller, therefore becoming a fear that is potentially insurmountable?
This concept plays out conceptually as well as metaphorically. The child abuse Beverly suffered clearly has forged a path for her to end up in an abusive marriage. Eddie's overbearing Mother certainly set the stage for the woman he would eventually marry, for instance. But, even with all of Pennywise's manifestations and the hallucinations he conjures, everything is purposefully massive, all designed to overwhelm forcing his victims to succumb to his malevolence and therefore be consumed. Even as we, and the Losers Club, venture back into the depths of Pennywise's lair, the fact that it only continues to deepen, and even widen the further one descends, it is yet another metaphor for the engulfing nature of fear (and furthermore, the nature of evil and the sins of Derry).
Frankly, it would not be far fetched to assume that "It: Chapter Two" is also housing an impassioned bit of cultural commentary about how fear, both real and often, largely imagined, can be weaponized to unleash real world horrors designed to keep us afraid and unable to find the strength to confront and yet, how it is only through a shared communal belief can there be any potential uprising against...well, it.
Andy Muschietti certainly works overtime to nearly assault our heroes and us in the audience with one surreal vision after another, barely giving us time to breathe. In many ways, this approach works very well. Oddly enough, I actually did not find myself particularly scared during "It: Chapter Two." That being said, I was more than a little worked over due to the velocity and intensity of the film which felt like being thrown into the netherworld of a grim funhouse mirror or being trapped in the most ferocious fever dream.
On the other hand, at times, the rapid pacing worked against the tension, making certain sequences feel terribly rushed, as if Muschietti was playing a breathless round of "Beat The Clock" as he tried to get his film finished by the time of the pre-determined release date. The sequences of the adult Losers Club members receiving their initial phone calls from Mike hurtle in a flash instead of weaving a sense of creeping doom and dread. The return of bully Henry Bowers (played by Teach Grant) is handled with such alacrity that I hardly knew what had happened and nearly chalked it up to being a Pennywise fueled hallucination.
But those flaws aside, Andy Muscietti's "It: Chapter Two" is quite the achievement, as it is a story told with skill, heart, force and even a tremendous amount of empathy in its view of love, friendships and the solidarity of community when rising up against a seemingly unbeatable danger.
And in our 21st century, darkly hallucinogenic real world, perhaps we actually need a film like this more than we think.
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