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Boooooo-ya.

October 16, 2010 Leave a comment

They just don’t make scary movies like they used to. Maybe it’s because the ’10s are hell of a lot less dingy than the ’70s and early ’80s — or maybe it’s just because people ran out of ideas. Each time this year I am reminded one of the scariest movies of my youth — the 1983 b-movie (classic?), Curtains. Any movie involving a creepy porcelain doll and quite possibly the most terrifying mask I have ever seen deserves a second look. Even the trailer, cheesy narration aside, is pretty chilling.

While you’re at, check out this fantastic Modern Halloween mix tape (and some excellent holiday observational commentary) compiled by my blogger friend Steve Mavi. Some choice selections on here for the season.

It’s like you want the sundown to come here and get here, and stuff

October 6, 2010 Leave a comment

Kings of Leon are set to release their new album in mid-October. Thanks to my esteemed music compadre Steve Mavi, I was able to get an advanced copy of the underwhelming album (more on that later). For now, click and check out a video clip interview Mavi posted on his blog of the highly articulate Kings of Leon boys talking about the name of their album, “Come Around Sundown.” Watching it, I am reminded of several scenes from the Brock Landers documentary in Boogie Nights — especially the pontification of one Reed Rothchild (aka Chest Rockwell). Hysterical.

The best part is the band is absolutely serious. If their creative process for this latest album was anything like the way they went about choosing a title, everything is really starting to make sense now–which in this case, is unfortunate, because I have really liked this band for years. Full review coming soon.

Self Indulgent? Meh.

October 5, 2010 Leave a comment

Whatever, shock value. I was pretty stoked to see director Casey Affleck’s suspected faux-umentary, “I’m Still Here,” which chronicles the fame-induced freefall of actor Joaquin Phoenix. And while Affleck waited until after the film was released to officially come clean on whether the piece was fact or fiction, I purposely waited out the verdict until after I saw it. The only other pre-disposed opinions I had came from Roger Ebert’s review, who suggested that the film was not actually fiction, but instead a scary depiction of a talented actor with a career on the skids.

After a butt-aching screening at the old Logan theater, I wondered how such a perceptive film critic like Ebert bought Phoenix’s tailspin as fact. And he really did. That’s not to say that Phoenix’s job on-screen is poorly played–but knowing the talent that he is, the depth of his performance is certainly believable. Unlike a lot of the reviews I read afterward, scenes riddled with vomit, defecation, hookers, and coke neither disgusted nor shocked me. Instead, I was left indifferent because I saw how far Phoenix was trying to push himself, even as he tailgated P.Diddy in hopes of producing his hip-hop album.

There is a scene where Phoenix and Diddy sit in the recording studio preveiwing his demo. A pensive Diddy dials in, scanning the room, uncomfortably unsure how to react to the badness hurling his way. The badness, of course, spills over beyond a few stilted hip-hop lyrics because Phoenix himself mumbles in a series of bad lines and if the movie were real, we would all have good reason to feel straight bad for the guy.

Unlike Michael Phillips of the Chicago Tribune who gave the film zero stars (he really did hate this movie), I didn’t necessarily see Phoenix’s performance as an exercise in self-indulgence, although to take a character that far, some has to exist. I am the first one to dismiss self-indulgence, but knowing how much it continues driving social media trends in general, I also have to get used it. Hell, I’ve been equally guilty. But watching the film, Phoenix pushes boundaries of both craft and the community who processes it–and the creative aspect of that is electrifying and exciting and shocking, much more so than the material itself.

I didn’t know for sure if the movie was a hoax before I saw it, but a quick read of Phoenix’s opening scenes and I had no doubts. Are we seeing the future of film–a mash up of reality and fiction, much like we see on television? Perhaps it took film longer to find a way to make it work. And in an era filled with ’80s remakes and tacky-sitcoms-turned movies, I’ll take it–especially from an actor who knows exactly what he’s doing.

It will be great to get the “real” Joaquin back on screen. Because who doesn’t need a little bit more creepy in their lives, especially at the show?

**Ebert did follow up his review with a long form blog that broke down which critics nationally bought the film as fact or fiction. Perhaps he needed to explore why he was duped?

Wall Street 2.0: Styled for the Times

September 30, 2010 2 comments

There is a scene from the original Wall Street, where Charlie Sheen–then a lean, darty version of broker hotshot Bud Fox–is making sushi in a New York high rise behind an operatic backdrop. Girlfriend Darien Taylor, played by a forgettable Daryl Hannah, serves up stilted, one-line dialogue while fumbling with ’80s inspired hors d’oeuvres for their evening dinner plans. In retrospect, the scene is a one-dimensional slice against Oliver Stone’s “Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps,” which packs a much more layered punch than its 1987 predecessor. And in an era that is undoubtedly filled with more distractions and technological complexities, it serves the movie right. The question is, does it make it a better film?

Wall Street 2.0 opens with fallen mogul Gordon Gekko exiting an eight-year prison sentence for insider trading and collecting possessions that once defined him. A gold watch, a monstrous mobile phone, an engraved ring–all of his belongings look and wilted and dated, much like Gekko himself. When he returns to the buzzing trenches of New York City, he finds a far different landscape than the one he left. Talk of sub-primes and hedge funds dominate The Street, along with a new network of financial impresarios that are seemingly shot in dark light throughout the entire movie. Leading the crew is Charles Schwartz investment firm front man Brentton James, played by a furrowed Josh Brolin. Unlike the slick-talking stride of Gekko, Brolin plays a much more subtle villain, engaging in calm, verbal sparring with enterprising broker Jake Moore (Shia LaBeouf).

The characters and their alliances in this film, we learn, are tricky. LaBeouf, while outwardly appears to reprise the Bud Fox role, is more multi-dimensional than money hungry. Call it a reflection of the times. Unlike the gritty go-getter attitude audiences saw in Sheen, LaBeouf exudes a kind of idealism that has come to define the Millennial generation. Its members are eager, confident but also act in the vested interest of a greater good. LaBeouf openly talks about his need to achieve success the clean way–not through insider trading but through his own resourcefulness and ultimate greatness. He flaunts the equally clean concept of fusion technology in front of Chinese investors and trusts Brolin to take his well-plotted plan all the way to the bank.

But who can LaBeouf really trust? Upon hearing Gekko speak during a book promotion tour, he becomes instantly attracted to his reformed, matter-of-factness–especially in relation to money. “Jail certainly taught me a lot,” he tells LaBeouf over dinner at a Japanese restaurant. There is a muted sadness below his eyes, while problems simmer even deeper underneath. LaBeouf, we learn, is also dating Gekko’s estranged daughter Winnie, played by an often weepy Carrie Mulligan. Winnie resents her father, whose hunger for money landed him in jail, left her abandoned, and ultimately created more undo drama. Mulligan and LaBeouf exchange a series of tear-laden scenes, creating a new sheen of emotion absent from the first film. The relationship between the two is far more exploratory, if not sometimes tedious, than Sheen and Hannah’s, which served as a sideshow to Gekko and Sheen’s power plays.

In that respect, Stone turns out a more human follow-up to the overt brashness of his first film. But sometimes, a bit more grittiness could serve it well. The movie does a fantastic job centering on the modern financial upheavals, chronicling the chaos of Lehman Bros. weekend while referencing the first film through a series of stellar cameo appearances and some all-too-familiar camera work. David Byrne and Brian Eno’s musical score adds an element of retro-futurism, bringing chilling modernity to a complex web formed by four powerful characters that turn several twists all the way to the bank.

But it’s Douglas who still captivates as the focal point of the film, with his character portrayed in a more human light than ever before. No longer simply a slicked-hair, cigar smoking caricature of himself, Gekko is a shaggy, haunted man, mocked by an industry that once revered him. But Gekko is resourceful–and by the time he makes his on-screen exit, it seems “Money Never Sleeps” may be the most fitting title for Stone’s surprising sequel.

3.5 stars

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