“Wish You Were Here” Directed by Kieran Darcy-Smith Starring Joel Edgerton, Felicity Price, Teresa Palmer, Antony Starr Drama, Mystery 89 Mins R
Cautionary tale and psychological thriller, Wish You Were Here is the worst of vacation nightmares realized. Veering around chronological storytelling, director Kieran Darcy-Smith twists an introspective journey into a taut thriller. With silence that feels as weighty as dialogue, Darcy-Smith stretches the alluring reveal on a little long but, when all is said and done, has left his mark and made a potent statement about the destructive nature of guilt.
When Jeremy goes missing after a drug-fueled night of partying, his girlfriend and her sister and husband are forced to continue their lives in his absence all the while trying to piece together his whereabouts and what exactly happened that night. The shenanigans overlap with the general theme of The Hangover insofar as there’s a lost friend and our characters are trying to compile some semblance of an otherwise drugged up night but the similarities end there, as the sorrowful drama that follows is no laughing matter.
Back home in Australia, Dave and Alice Flannery reconcile this shocking jolt of an event with their everyday lives. The notion of impermanence seeps into their mind like poison. As Alice stirs, Dave tries to forget. But his general unease and unwillingness to engage with the topic is revealing. Meanwhile, Alice is almost too oblivious to Dave’s discernible withdrawal into himself. Sugarcoating the mire may be a reactionary response to this trying time but without digging into the subtext, her aptitude for empathetic cues are questionable. Even when Alice isn’t on the same page as us, we know there’s something that Dave’s not letting on.
As Dave, Joel Edgerton wrestles with demons and, again, mixes it up. Even whilst jostling between a lineup of tough guys, Edgerton brings something unique to each of his characters and Dave is an imploding washboard that is miles different from his mob of manly roles. Bottled, carbonated and shook up, Edgerton’s Dave wrestles with the destructiveness of guilt and loses offering a performance that is at once restrained and explosive, adding fuel to the fire rocketing him to stardom.
Star and screenwriter, Felicity Price plays Alice as a wife and mother that’s caring, deluded and shabby-around-the-edges. Put through the ringer by her husband, Alice is a reactionary character, trying her best to adapt and shift with the new bits of information illuminating around her. Her hopeful optimism is the epitome of cognizance gone awry. Fooling yourself is a tricky game and one that Price navigates with careful footing. Her consternation with what unfolds is equally well plodded.
A jigsaw puzzle with some pieces missing, Wish You Were Here unpacks its story like a jack-in-the-box strapped into boxing gloves. Slicing the real-time flow with quick backflips into time spent in Cambodia, we learn a new important piece of the puzzle every so often but never enough to anticipate the ultimate payoff. In true prizefighter fashion, Darcy-Smith saves the big, unexpected hook for last.
With some of the story beats coming right from the thriller playbook, there are moments where you hope for more bold originality on the screenwriters part but they still accomplish what they set out to: to entertain. Yes, there are bits that don’t quite hold up once we know the whole scope but the emotional schema alleviates any lingering pressure from story impracticalities.
Capitalizing on our irrational fear of the unknown, Darcy-Smith Murphy Lawschools us into submission and throws that fear in our face with a final act that leaves us lack-jawed and stunned into silence. Entropy grows in the obscurity of guilt and the resulting smash-and-crash relations are a slow-growing inevitability.
Within the hustle of Cambodian life, the picture feels authentic and captures essences of culture and lifestyle that only the student of a culture can kindle. This is no work of a passerby; it is the story of a participant. The live free and die-hard nature of this place is alluring and minatory. A two-sided coin where danger lurks in the shadows on the outskirts of paradise, heaven and hell trade shifts with the coming and going of the sun. Leaping between continents and social constructs, Darcy-Smith juxtaposes the lifestyles of the Cambodian and Australian but passes no active judgment nor does he prescribe a formula for happiness or escaping dread.
Fleet-footed character exploration be damned, this creeping house of cards is parasitically engrossing. From Dave’s shell-shocked volatility to Alice’s buckling under, the characters are richer than the bulk of the script. Bleak and soul-searching, Darcy-Smith and Co. have created a film that pulls loose the rock on post-traumatic-stress and pokes around at the ants scurrying inside.
“V/H/S 2” Directed by Simon Barrett, Jason Eisener, Gareth Evans, Gregg Hale, Eduardo Sánchez, Timo Tjahjanto, Adam Wingard Starring Kelsy Abbott, Devon Brookshire, Samantha Gracie, Hannah Hughes, Kevin Hunt, Lawrence Michael Levine, Carly Robell, Mindy Robinson, Adam Wingard and John T. Woods Horror 96 Mins R
V/H/S 2 is completely tone deaf to any semblance of mood that it tries to summon. Waffling between a lo-fi ghost story, perverse Zombie campiness, genuinely eerie cult atmospherics, old-school creature puppetry, and shockingly lame Alien clichés, the five portions that make up this film couldn’t be more disparate and at odds with each other. Even without the complete overuse of crackling audio and tired finicky video errors, it’s clear that this franchise cannot capture the almost realistic nature of the first film and instead settles with being a loose grab-bag of predictable horror staples.
In order to flesh out what exactly made V/H/S 2 such a failure on the whole, it’s important to understand the pieces. At first, the narrative structure holding the whole thing together seems more promising than the destructive-kids-on-a-tear that was the structural glue for the first one. It becomes obvious rather quickly though that just as little thought was put into this overarching story as were put into the segments that make up the majority of the film’s run-time.
The first segment opens on a guy who, after some unexplained accident, has had his eye replaced by a cyber-eye at the behest of an obviously screwy doctor/scientist. As part of the experiment, this robotic eye records everything that the host sees and thus, the filmmakers have set up the framework for the whole VHS slant. Even in the inklings of these establishing moments, the acting is so wooden and grade school that you’re almost jolted right out of the thing.
Only 10 minutes into the film and you’re already second-guessing its value… then come the ghosts whose makeup jobs look more like your parents on Halloween than anything resembling a professional effort. Sure, it’s spooky, it’s got some degree of mystery as to how they filmed some of the shots and certainly milks its fair share of jump-scares but it’s not really that much more impressive than something you’d find on YouTube and it features the acting ability of your local middle school play. Next.
From the second this sophomore short begins, it’s evident that we have another dud. Some dude is strapping a GoPro camera to his helmet to record his super-dope, ultra-hardcore mountain biking ride when his girlfriend calls and gives some speech about how he should be riding her and not his bike. Sigh. I understand that you’re not going to get top notch writers or even agented performers for the level of work but it really just seems like Gregg Hale and Eduardo Sánchez, the filmmakers responsible for this dud, just scooped up their own friends or girlfriends for some of these roles. The acting is that bad.
*SPOILER ALERT* As the chaos escalates, our POV gains sentience, grabs a shotgun and blasts his own head off. Considering that this is only a short, Hale and Sanchez may think they have escaped answering for this blaring WTF but it’s what’s left lingering afterwards. Horror audiences are asked more than most to just go with the flow and accept things for what they are but that’s still no excuse from this flagrantly sloppy screenwriting. *END SPOILER*
After these first two complete failures, the third short (which is considerably longer than the first two) arrives and saves the day. It doesn’t waste time establishing the POV and discards the shoddy acting while offering an actually interesting premise that hasn’t been done a million times before. We’re in some South East Asian country to check in with a scandalous cult organization and it’s pretty clear off the bat that the crew of documentary filmmakers – whose eyes we are seeing through – are in store for some serious trouble.
Gareth Evansmakes this work as well as it does because he plays with both reality and fantasy. Even though the aspects that were all grounded in reality work better than those that were not, this fantasy mash-up is certainly more entertaining than the run-of-the-mill horror flick. While this portion of the film may not quite be transcendent horror, it’s a breath of fresh air in an otherwise stagnant and stinky feature.
The final segment is hardly worth mentioning because it could be the weakest of the bunch. After establishing a pretty solid setting of tweens vs. teens and the escalating pranks taking place at their beachside mansion, directorJason Eisener abandons any sense of propriety and sulks backwards into the lamest alien feature this side of the 21st century. The lack of imagination and scares are almost laughable and invoke a sense that this is all just a facade to be pulled away to reveal the real scares. It’s not. It’s just that bad.
If you have five people each pour a different ingredient into a proton collider and turned it on full blast, you still couldn’t expect something as disparate and self-defeating as this sour hodgepodge. The standards for these short scares seem so low that I wouldn’t be surprised if they had a three-week window to make the executive decision on what was going to pass. Admittedly, there was one of the five total flicks that really worked for me but otherwise this is four-fifths of a terrible movie. With four films begging for that easy F and the third portion being a pretty solid B, the resulting GPA does not work in the film’s favor. If you’re up for turning off your mind and seeing the same old thing all over again in a completely unoriginal manner, you’re sure to get a few chuckles from the experience but otherwise, go watch Evil Dead again.
Last week, I got a chance to chat with Karen Whitehead, director of Her Aim Is True. Focused on the career of Jini Dellaccio, Karen’s documentary takes aim at both the world of 1960s rock ‘n’ roll, asking how a young woman photographer made such an impact in a largely patriarchal subculture. From The Rolling Stones and The Who to The Beach Boys and The Sonics, Jini’s shots became the standard for “cool”. An icon in her own right, this is the story of Jini’s journey and where she is at today.
What inspired you to make a documentary about Jini?
Karen Whitehead: Well, my background as a journalist and I think I’ve always been drawn to revealing stories that are not in the mainstream. I was particularly interested in this story that brings so much together about women’s experiences that are not really generally known about. In particular Jini, when I met her, was just so intriguing to me. How she got to do what she did, the choices she made, were very unusual for a woman in that time period. And she was such a good character.
When you’re a filmmaker or a journalist, and you write stories and interview people, it’s a whole other level, when you’re talking about how you’re going to tell that story officially. And whether the person you want to talk about and feature… whether that person can actually essentially engage an audience.And what struck me, in the cinema, was the regular laughing and gasps. People laughed with her at her extraordinary sense of humor. She’s so charming, and she tells a great story, and the camera loves her. And it was amazing, because when you sit in a, because when you sit in a editing room, as well, and you think you’ve found something and you think it’s going to work, you actually don’t know until you actually watch it with an audience, which is something, unfortunately, most filmmakers don’t get to do until right at the end. I’m very excited that we got the reactions that I had hoped. And it very much goes back to what I felt, to answer your question, with the first meetings and encounters that I had with Jini. I just knew there was something fascinating about the way she describes her experience and approach to life, as well as the particular stories she tells.
Of course you have the archives but I also thought we could do something different. It’s not an art gallery. It’s a film, we’re telling a story. I just felt that we could do something that would bring out Jini’s incredible artistry and experience that would be inspiring, but also would have universal appeal, but also tell her particular story and how she documented her very unique music scene, from a perspective that actually no one’s seen. And that’s something that we got into a bit in the Q and A, after the screening. A lot of people were very interested in how we got that balance, and they were excited about the music. My whole approach of having herwas based on mixing the music of the 60’s and the current music, and showing how Jini could move and relate to young people, whether they were in the 60’s or whether they are right now. All these ideas I had and how I put that into the film, very much extended to my responses to her storytelling and how she talked to me when we first met.
Did you meet with Jini, before making the film? Did you know of her before, or had somebody turned you on to her and then you sought her out? Or did you always know of her as an artist?
KW: Well, I lived in Washington D.C and like everyone else in the world, until I made this film, I had not heard of Jini Dellaccio. Actually how it happenedwas serendipity really, because what happened was I got lucky. Basically some work was already under way by the Jini Dellaccio collection, to preserve her archive. And Chuck Pennington, who’s interviewed in the film and is the archives advisor, for the Jini Deelaccio collection, had been involved in producing this coffee table book, which you may have seen or heard of. It’s called Rock and Roll by Jini Dellaccio. It was certainly sold in at least one bookstore in the Seattle area. I mean, it was a really small run… a niche kind of thing, but a beautifully produced book of a handful of some her iconic rock images. And they decided to have a tribute birthday party to her, and this was in 2009 for her 92nd birthday. And they invited some of the musicians.
What happened was an amateur Youtube video went viral and somehow a friend of a friend of mine, here on the east coast, saw it. And musicians were saying things like, “Thank you to Jini for making us look so amazing.” I think it was Merrillee Rush, specifically, that there’s a little clip of. I realized there was this amazing rock and roll photographer that nobody has heard of, so I got in touch with JDC and I was able to come and meet some of the musicians and Jini and got to look around more. And that’s when I realized that this isn’t just an interesting story, this could potentially be a fascinating documentary.
In the film, Jini says at one point that music was the best part of her life and was an inspiration to her always. What do you draw on for inspiration? What do you consider the best part of your life?
KW: Oh my goodness. Well I’m about half Jini’s age so I hope I’ve still got more to come. I grew up in London, and I was always fascinated by listening to people telling stories. That’s really how I got into journalism. I take a lot of inspiration probably from my own parents. They were teachers. And I grew up in a place where I had very easy access to the arts, music, theater, being in London. And I saw a lot of amazing productions and you know. Always in London… you know the national theater was on my doorstep, so I get a lot of inspiration from the kind of upbringing I had, with parents as teachers who were very into me experiencing the arts. I spent many Sunday afternoons walking around the Tate Gallery. So I think the visual arts have always been a part of my life. And I’m very lucky, because of that.
At one point in the film, towards the end, a photographer was being interviewed and he said that Jini was never a rock and roll photographer, rather a fashion photographer working in the rock and roll scene. But it’s this that made her so different and really changed the mold. What original approach do you bring to your work?
KW: To some extent, I think it’s important to let the audience decide how they feel about how I experienced it. That’s a really good question though, because I think the way I feel very strongly about storytelling is that the person that’s had the experience, as much as possible, should be the one telling the story. I’m not a huge fan of narration, which you will see if you look at the way I constructed the film. It’s not linear, it’s not necessarily in the order that you might expect, and I like to unravel layers. All documentary filmmakers find their way and their story. I think particular stories call for particular approaches. I had the challenge of working with someone who was in her nineties and we can’t follow Jini around, in a way that you might in other approaches to filmmaking. We can do bits and pieces, but we have particular challenges. For me, it was about building a really strong visual aesthetic. This is a film about photography. So I think, in the approach I took, I wouldn’t call myself necessarily original. I think I tried to pull together some ideas about how you can tell this kind of story, and put them in a form that makes sense and be enjoyable for the viewer.
What was the most difficult part of making the film, for you?
KW: There are two answers. As I alluded to, one particular challenge is working with someone when you’re spanning 90-plus years. There’s that challenge of getting 90 years into 70 minutes and we made sure to. We’re not trying to do an art gallery and tell her entire life story. We’re not showing her entire archive. We’re showing a period. We’re particularly showing what I think is a fascinating period in her photography. It’s not what anyone’s expecting to see and it gives you the essence of her artistry. And there is much much more, there to be enjoyed. I also think all indie films have the unavoidable challenge of funding.
We’ve had a lot of support from fundraising and that’s very important for all indie films. I would particularly hope that, as more films like this come out, Searching for Sugar Man is another example… Art films need to be given a chance. We have very few places to go to for grants. Most of the grants and funds that are available are for very important storytelling and issues of social justice, which we all need to be out there in the world, but there are very few spots for those of us who find these kind of stories. And that has been the difficult challenge of this film. I don’t want to dwell on it, but you did ask.
What do you personally think has been the biggest impact of Jini’s work, to this day?
KW: I think that, again, you have to look at that in levels. She clearly has had an enormous impact on many lives, in terms of the musicians and friendships. She was able to form really close bonds with those musicians. In a broader sense, she has brought an approach to art and beauty… Of observing beauty and documenting music and the natural world in a unique way. Given that, she leaves an incredible legacy, for anyone looking to be creative and pursue their own individual spirit. It is an important legacy, for those two things. I personally think my life has been enriched from meeting her. But I also know, from people I spoke to in the audience afterwards, and people who have contacted me since doing this film, that she has touched lives she does not know. There’s a couple of musicians in the film who have not met Jini, like the people in the band Girl Trouble, but knew her work. And then think about all those photographers and people, who have seen those album covers. You can go on for so many levels of seeing her influence, not just what we showed in the film. Obviously, she is one of the most famous rock photographers now. She definitely was doing something that we describe as “trailblazing” and “pioneering.” But I actually think, fundamentally, I’d like to think, and I’m sure Jini would enjoy the fact that she can be such a positive role model for women and girls, which is really great.
Absolutely. It seems like that probably is one of her biggest impacts, just being a woman and emerging into this scene, which was unprecedented at the time. Were there some band members that you really wanted to get a hold of that, for one reason or another, you weren’t able to get into the film?
KW:It’s obviously unfortunate, but people die. Unfortunately, Kent Morrill was very seriously ill with cancer, when I started filming. There were practical problems. Someone like Kent would have been a great interview, but it wasn’t possible, because he was deteriorating in his house. So that was unfortunate. I actually made a conscious decision not to seek out quote “rock star legends,” because their memory of Jini is going to be fleeting, because the bands she shot in a rock concert are a moment in the film, but it’s not… I actually got her interviews with musicians that she had close relationships with. To me, that was the essence of the film. The other person who would have been great to interview, would have been not a musician, but Alan Little, who helped her design the house. Actually, in the end, we have a bonus scene for the DVD more about the house, because he had actually died when we were starting production. So that kind of changed a little bit. What’s next for you Karen?
KW:: Well, I do have another project that I hope to get off the ground, and I have been working on a little bit. I’m very involved in the Women in Film and Video community, in Washington D.C. And I love mentoring other filmmakers. Other than those sorts of things, I actually have to now work on getting this film really out in the world. We hope to do other film festivals, art community screenings, and wider distribution, but we still have some final challenges. There is a lot of music and photography in the film. I have to put out licensing. That’s still remaining. Next step for us, to sort that out with, is distribution plans, which we have.
What’s coming up for you on the festival circuit?
KW: We’ve applied for a few other festivals. I have just started to receive a couple of invitations. So we’ll be looking at what we can do, over the next few months. There’s usually a bit of a break in the circuit, as you know, so I expect people will be seeing this film, hopefully, around the autumn, if not before. We’ve got a few possibilities that we’re starting to look at.
“This is the End” Directed by Evan Goldberg and Seth Rogen Starring Seth Rogen, Jay Baruchel, Jonah Hill, James Franco, Craig Robinson, Danny McBride, Emma Watson, Michael Cera Comedy, Action 107 Mins R
Funnymen Evan Goldberg andSeth Rogen – the writing team behind Superbad – have teamed up again to make their directorial debut and the funniest movie in the last ten years. With the who’s-who of comedic actors playing amped up versions of “themselves,” this ensemble bounce off each other with the snappy veracity of high speed bumper cars and manage to bottle lightning. Like sitting in on a smoke session with this pack of real-life buddies, the experience will either make you euphoric, inducing helpless giggles and maybe even tears of joy, or make you uncomfortable, leave you with dry mouth and make you want to go home. Thankfully, if your funny bone still works, you’ll probably be in the former camp.
Satisfying our munchies for laughs, Rogen and Goldberg have expanded upon their 2007 short film Jay and Seth vs. The Apocalypse and crafted a full length comedic masterpiece full of sardonic wit and brohemian madness. Chronicling a fictional reunion between long-time friends Seth Rogen and Jay Baruchel, the inside-the-not-so-glorious-life-of-a-celebrity aspect demarcates the film from the pack of big budget summer comedies we’ve become acclimatized to. Rogen and Baruchel, playing Rogen and Baruchel, munch Carl’s Jr. burgers and smoke a metric ton of pot (a J made of jays for Jay, to be precise) before heading over to a party at James Franco‘s new pad where the apocalyptic chaos ensues.
Feeling alienated by Rogen’s newfound bromance with Franco, Jonah Hill, and Craig Robinson, Baruchel sulks around the party. Franco’s guests are not just throwaway extras but exactly who you would expect to be living it up at a James Franco party: a slew of young famous people who’ve worked with the crew before on previous projects.
With the cameo really surfacing as a must-have in modern day comedies, they have become, for the most part, ineffective and boring. Shoehorning in celebs feels like a plea bargain and a desperate pull for a gag but the cameos here haven’t felt this fresh since Bill Murray‘s game-changing appearance in Zombieland.
Aziz Ansari, Rihanna, Kevin Hart, Mindy Kaling, Paul Rudd, Jason Segel, Christopher Mintz-Plasse and Emma Watson all find a line or two as they saunter around the party, pre-sinkhole of death, but it’s Michael Cera and his penchant for cocaine that steals the show and wrestles us into stitches. Cera has crafted this innocent and harmless persona from his debut in Arrested Development to his more recent roles such as Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World and totally turns that expectation on its head. This is a manic Cera; a booty-slapping, drug-addled Cera. Note to the Cera man: you have found a new calling. The bad boy is out, now let him roam.
When the apocalypse begins and people start dying off left and right, Rogen, Baruchel, Hill, Franco and Robinson hole up and prepare for the worst. Divvying up their resources, they realize that they are tragically short on useful provisions (and one much-desired Milky Way) but are stocked up with enough beer, pot, ecstasy pills, and mushrooms for them to party themselves into their graves.
When early-to-bed Danny McBride emerges from a drug-induced hibernation, he quickly becomes the vocally domineering antagonist. As a solo act, McBride’s particular brand of humor works well but it can become overbearing at times in union with the ensemble nature of the piece, with his dead-eyed machismo sarcasm tap-dancing all over everyone else’s toes. Similarly, Franco can’t score the same slam dunk riffs that Robinson, Baruchel, Hill and Rogen are dribbling and passing off between them but, at the end of the day, the imperfections of the movie give it character rather than rob it of its hard-earned steady stream of laughs. Not everyone’s part may play perfectly but, as arts-man Franco would say, it’s all art man.
As a daring new form of comedy, This is the Endis art…and it is brilliant. It works as a memorable addition and a milestone for the genre for many of the same reasons that Superbad continues to be a staple for any comedy diet. Behind the blood, penis jokes and billows of weed smoke, these are really genuine friendships that, despite how raunchous and tongue-in-cheek they are, have won us over.
Rather than feeling like an artificially scripted motion of plot points, these comics are left to do what they do best: be comical. With Rogen involved in all steps of the project, a tip of the hat goes out to him as he understands how to best use the talent of the crew around him – something that has somehow become a rare thing in the industry.
When the crew finally do emerge from the confines of Franco mansion, the world is in ruins and the special effects take the stage. Surprisingly enough, they’re pretty damn good! I mean like a long-winded Craig Robinson “dayummmn” good. For a film made on a reported 25 million dollar budget, this looks like a million bucks (which ironically enough costs around 100 million in the studio system.) Hollywood take note – this is how you spend money. Retire your outdated model of smoke and mirrors because Rogen and Goldberg just schooled you at your own game.
Rejoice, comedy is funny once more thanks to This is the End. Like a moustachioed Chutulu rising from the depths, it’s not only a resoundingly successful comedy but also a surprisingly effective apocalypse flick. Aggressively funny from start to finish, this new stripped down take on what the genre can do is somehow self-deprecating and self-aggrandizing at the same time. Still, I dare you not to laugh. This one’s for the screwball, the punsters and the satiricalists and adds up to one of the best times in theaters in years.
Led by Liam Hemsworth (The Hunger Games), Paranoia is a game of corporate cat-and-mouse that sees feuding corporate giants Gary Oldman and Harrison Ford spying on each other to acquire technology potentially worth billions of dollars. This one has flown pretty low on the radar which gives me the general idea that there isn’t a lot of faith in it. The actors alone simulate some interest though even though the concept sounds familiar to some other corporate-climbing films like Wall Street.
Give the trailer a watch and gauge your interest level:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=snFPe1bXXyk Paranoia is directed byRobert Luketic and stars Harrison Ford, Liam Hemsworth, Gary Oldman and Amber Heard. It hits theaters August 16th, 2013.
Brad Furman surprised audiences with The Lincoln Lawyer, a smarter-than-average thriller that gave new meaning to Matthew McConaughey‘s career. His follow-up is aptly called Runner, Runner and deals with a gambler whose racked up too much dept so moonlights in the shady underbelly of the black market.
Starring Justin Timberlake and Ben Affleck people have been divided as to whether this will be a potential Oscar contender or just an high reaching and highly enjoyable thriller. Place your bets and check out the trailer.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UFPqyNvNzvU
Runner, Runner is directed by Brad Furman and stars Justin Timberlake, Ben Affleck, Gemma Arterton and Anthony Mackie. It shuffles into theaters on September 27.
I’ll admit that my anticipation level for Man of Steel is higher than it should be and I’m ready to strap myself in for disappointment but the last thing I need is another trailer to reveal more of the plot. Sure, we’re all familiar with Superman and his super powers but the whole point of seeing a new incarnation of the character is different from other versions. That won’t however stop me from revealing it to you kind viewers.
With barely a week until release, this is do or die time so I’m not quite sure why they are allowing the trailer to be Man of Steel presented to you by Nokia? I mean, isn’t that kind of a joke? First of all, why the hell would Superman need a cellphone? He could just fly over and talk to you in the blink of an eye…but I digress. Does anyone else find this “presented by X corporation” inherently silly or is this just the new state of advertising? Is everything studio film inevitably going to become one big commercial for something or other? Does it bother you as much as it does me?
Anyways, I’ll stop spoiling the fun and let you watch the trailer:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwYatpwrs8s
Man of Steel is directed by Zach Snyder and written by David S. Goyer. Starring Henry Cavill, Amy Adams, Russel Crowe, Michael Shannon, Kevin Costner, Diane Lane, Laurence Fishburne and Christopher Meloni, it soars into theaters on June 14.
Oh Kate, the places you’ll go. Even behind those pointed ears, Zelda get-up and flaming red hair, I can still spot that lovably injured Lost character as Evangeline Lilly, who for all intense and purposes may as well just be Kate, makes her jump to Peter Jackson‘s world of Rings and things. Lilly is to play Tauriel in The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug and correct me if I’m wrong but I’m pretty sure she is an invented character (or one found when rummaging through those Appendices).
Kate, er Lilly, described her character as a warrior elf who won’t hesitate to kill. Sounds like the good ol’ Kate that I know. Now we just have to wait for her to get wrapped up in a love triangle between Bilbo and Gandalf that will never quite be resolved.
What do you think about all this fluffing up of the Hobbit story? Are you a fan of what Jackson is trying to do or do you think this dog is in need of a muzzle?
Following the journey of orca Tilikum, Blackfish is a heart-wrenching documentary about the horrors and consequences of keeping these “gentle” sea-giants captive. As challenging as it is exposing, Gabriela Cowperthwaite‘s doc is a captivating experience not to be missed.
I had a chance to catch Blackfish at SIFF and even have a full review written but am required to hold off publishing it until it gets closer to release. Here’s a hint though: I really enjoyed it and fully expect it to garnish attention around the doc award’s circuit.
Without further adieu, here’s the trailer:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8OEjYquyjcg
Blackfish is directed by Gabriela Cowperthwaite and will find a home in theaters on July 12.
How do you discuss a movie that seems to actively uphold genre trappings and makes absolutely no contribution to the film world at large or the horror subculture? You point out everything wrong with it and hope that no one makes these mistakes again. Well at least that’s what I’m gonna do. That and make fun of it.
Filmed in 2006, All The Boys Love Mandy Lane never saw the light of day (outside of a handful of horror festivals) until the Weinsteins recently picked it up for a late summer distribution and official theatrical release. Often heralded as the best kept secret in the horror genre, now that All The Boys Love Mandy Lane has seen the light of day, it’s clear that it should have stayed dead and buried.
As far as I can tell, the official synopsis is as follows: “Mandy Lane is a girl who is supposedly like super hot. She is like the hottest girl ever and like people would do anything to be with her. Her like best friend Emmet, who is a boy who is like totally not cool, is super jealous that all the boys like her so he like convinces this like super hot dude to jump off the roof into a pool to like impress her. But he like misses and dies. OMG. Months later, Mandy and Emmet are totally not BFFs anymore but Mandy is like super cool still (cuz she’s hot, duh!) and all the boys want to like get into her pants. When Mandy goes on a weekend trip with the popular kids, she like totally gets more than she asked for and bodies like start piling up. Also it’s like totally her friend Emmet.”
Embarrassing across the board, it’s hard to choose where to start digging into this lifeless pile of crap. Trying to decide what was the worst aspect is like arguing which historical dictator was the worse (my money is still on Hitler). In other words, it’s a contest of bads. The directing is flat-line, the acting supremely bottom-tier and the story is literally shocking in its complete and utter lack of originality. Like watching a pot of water boil, there is absolutely nothing interesting going on for the entirety of the film.
If anything, the “story” seems like a primer for something more; a trashed first draft that some dumpster diver found worth in and for some reason decided to make into an actual movie. It is as bare bones as you can get and fails to deviate from conventional horror plot structure to such a degree that you’re left wondering if they meant to be ironic in adhering to your each and every expectation. Cementing classic horror clichés rather than setting them up and flipping them on their heads, All The Boys Love Mandy Lane is mindlessly dull because its so awkwardly straight forward.
It’s as if there was a conscious effort to not add anything that could potentially be conceived as surprising or interesting. Even the death scenes were remarkably lame. I’m no champion of guts-and-gore but there is absolutely nothing here that is either distressing or haunting. Even when a girl gets a rifle shoved in her mouth until she starts to bleed, the practical effects and makeup are so unconvincing and juvenile that I felt like I was watching something my friends and I made in ninth grade. Not to discount our efforts… but come on people.
At the helm of this project is Jonathan Levine who is actually a fairly respectable filmmaker (this project notwithstanding). Levine’s 50/50 showed an unimaginably deft ability to blend cancer with comedy and even Warm Bodies was a mildly entertaining riff on the zombie and rom-com genre. At least Levine is not to blame for the utterly contrived script, as responsibility there goes to Jacob Forman, who, imagine that, has not had another writing credit since. Levine is, however, accountable for the utterly lifeless nature of the film. Each sepia-toned shot is as plagiarized and simple as the next and the repetitive camerawork makes this already slow movie drag its feet even more. Clearly, Levine has moved head and shoulders above this pedigree of filmmaking but it is still an embarrassment to have his name credited to his garbage.
If you’re going to make a slasher in this day and age, you need something to distinguish it from the pack. There are bins literally filled with movies about teenagers-at-an-abandoned-lake/cabin/ranch/who gives a shit and there’s a reason you find these types of movies overflowing the Walmart value bins at 99 cents a pop. They are literally piles of crap and all Levine has done is made the pile higher as there is not one distinguishing feature that makes this one stand above any of the others. In truth, this could be one of the worst horror movies ever made. If not the worst, it is certainly one of the least ambitious.
In order to get you to avoid this detestably lame sack of doo-doo, I’m going to go ahead and ruin the “twist” ending. Are you ready? Here come the final notes on Forman’s script: “It was her! She did it! She teamed up with her BFF and they were a team! OMG! Yes! Victory! Score! LMAO! Together they killed the popular kids…but now it’s time for them to kill themselves. Duped ya! Oh no she didn’t! Instead she’ll kill her BFF and totally gets away with it! Ha! Been there, killed them. Killed them all. Now it’s the end. Yes!”
All joking aside, this is literally the most poorly executed twist of all time. So it was her. Fine. It doesn’t really matter to me either way but I was ready to get to the bottom of this. Why exactly did she decide to seemingly abandon her unpopular best friend and befriend the popular kids (who’s only crime against her was really intense levels of awkward flirtation but I mean they never like tried to rape her or anything)? And just when we’re ready to get the answers and have the whole thing wrap up, it doesn’t. There’s nothing. No explanation. No justification. It’s almost as if Levine thought that he resolved everything, put down the camera, sparked a big joint and called it quits. It’s the movie equivalent of George W. Bush’s “Mission Accomplished” banner: 12 years later and we’re still at war. Maybe it would have come across as ironic or, um, something if Mandy Lane (Amber Heard) didn’t have the personality of a pet rock but alas! I’m just going to quickly breeze over the “acting” portion of this write-up because there is really nothing to talk about. There’s the jock, the popular kid, the nerd, the slut, the pretty one, and the virgin and each of them play their role with about as much bravado as an Ent (that’s me making a clever Lord of the Rings reference to call their acting wooden!) I guess the only two who are really required to do anything on an acting level are Heard and Michael Welchas Emett but dear lord are they terrible characters. When you make Friday the 13th‘s Jason look like a complex and rounded character study, you know you’re doing something wrong. Shame on you both.
All in all, this is a movie you should simply avoid. It’s not scary. It’s not funny. It’s not ironic. It’s white bread soaked in water. It’s such a dullard that it’s almost confusing. I really do think that Levine must have assumed that there was something ironic about doing exactly what we expected him to do but in reality, it works about as well as the Hindenburg. That is, it blew up in his face. Even diehard horror fans are sure to walk away feeling empty and robbed at the end of this movie so if you absolutely must, must, must see it, wait for it at the bargain bins in Walmart because that is sure to be its eventual home.
