Friday, August 3, 2007

So Much to Read—Good Thing You Have Nothing But Time

Wow, Jeremy, you sure wrote a lot of stuff this week, you say.

Yes, I did.

So which stuff can I skip and which stuff is a must-read?

I'm afraid all the articles are must-reads. Sorry.

In Memory of Ingmar Bergman

It’s impossible to sum up Ingmar Bergman’s contribution to cinema by only giving examples of one or two of his films — or even a decade’s worth of his work. So individual and profound are the experiences of so much of his work that only detailed examinations could do each of his films justice. To only note the eerie dream sequence of “Wild Strawberries,” or the chess match between a medieval knight and Death in “The Seventh Seal,” or the intertwining faces of “Persona,” neglects the completeness that all three films have.

"The Bourne Ultimatum:"

No other thrill-offerings this summer have come close to the level of suspense, excitement and propulsion that “The Bourne Ultimatum” pours out with seemingly no effort. The film could get by on its remarkable action sequences alone, but still takes the time to house them in a multi-layered story performed by great actors.

"Joshua:"

While mixing the formula for “Joshua” at the movie factor y, writer/director George Ratliff and his co-writer David Gilbert hit a snag. There was a leak in the credibility-injection machine. The more ingredients editor Jacob Cray-croft poured in, the faster the component leaked them out. There was still a reel of film to be spooled out, and the boys were stumped.

"Bratz:"

One’s a soccer player, one’s a cheerleader, one’s a math geek (and also loves fashion!) and one is a singer, but won’t perform because she’s too shy. At one point, when all four of the girls are holding cards stating their clique, the shy one’s says “journalist,” but she’s never actually shown doing any writing or reporting. In fact, she seems to be completely friendless once the other three ditch her. But no worries—before we can even see what adjusting to high school is like for these four hot shots, a “two years later” title card comes up.

"The Simpsons Movie:"

You might think that “Austin Powers” already adequately sent up the convenient obstruction of genitalia during nude scenes, although you remember that “The Simpsons” did that gag long before Mike Myers, when Marge painted Mr. Burns. But the issue isn’t who did it first, but who does it best, and “The Simpsons Movie” wins hands down with a beautiful, fluid movement and as perfectly absurd a punch line as could be conceived."

And don't forget to catch up on my commentary on the show's greatness from last week!

Or my review of "I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry."

Hope that's enough!
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Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Michelangelo Antonioni, 1912 - 2007

It's sure been a shitty week.

I just marveled at "Blowup" again last week, too.
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Monday, July 30, 2007

Ingmar Bergman, 1918 - 2007

I'm sure everyone has heard the heartbreaking news by now. I'm currently rewriting my column on the great Ingmar Bergman's passing.

The Guardian on his best scenes and and on Woody Allen's love of the director's work.

More on Bergman and Allen in the New York Times
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Tuesday, July 24, 2007

László Kovács, 1933-2007

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Meet Potter Before the Dwights

The Harry Potter films have given us a unique chance to watch a talented batch of young actors grow up, so I wrote my column about it.

"Introducing the Dwights" has a character who is so annoying that you can't stand a second she's on screen, so I wrotea review about it.
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Thursday, July 19, 2007

Emmys Are Lost Again

This year's Emmy nominees for Best Drama include cloying, tacky, melodramatic trash, a series that has ridden its star's performance as a wise-cracking doctor who doesn't play by the rules for about 60 near-identical episodes and a derrivitive, zany David E. Kelly dramedy. It doesn't, however, include "LOST."

While some have been ever-so-quick to declare "LOST" dead, it has been consistently taking risks and surprising its audiences. Compare the finale of "LOST" with that of its Best-Drama-nominated imitator, "Heroes," and it's clear which one has the more compelling story. While "LOST" has had a few weak episodes this season (though none so bad as "Fire + Water" from season two), it has also had more brilliant, gripping, heartbreaking and hilarious episodes than any other program. "Heroes," on the other hand, had two or three great episodes, six or seven intriguing episodes and the most disappointing climax since Freddy Adu lost his virginity. (Quit dancing around it and shoot the damn ball!) Everything that was expected happened, no unexpected twists happened and the cliffhanger wasn't half as intriguing as it was tacked on.

The third season of "LOST" pushed towards a delicious twist that turned the whole format on its head and left everyone wondering how it would start next year.

My favorite Emmy nominee is Ricky Gervais for "Extras" in the Outstanding Lead Actor in a Comedy Series category, where he will compete with Steve Carell for his American version of Gervais's character from BBC's "The Office." Tony Shaloub also has his annual nomination for "Monk" in the category, alongside Charlie Sheen in "Two and a Half Men" and Alec Baldwin in "30 Rock."
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Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Is it Just Me or is it Hot in Here?

My column from Thursday is all about heat, because you weren't getting enough outside.

"The best filmmakers can make you feel the burn — even while sitting at a cool 70 degrees — with harsh light, red tones and rough, dry and/or sticky textures. Here are five films that will remind you just how unpleasant it feels outside."

Read on.
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Monday, July 9, 2007

Did I Mention I Hated Transformers?

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Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Transform your 'Transformers' Ticket into One for 'Ratatouille'

I should admit that I wasn't as excited to see "Transformers" as a rather large number of people my age seem to be at this very moment. For whatever reason (knowing me, probably my esteemed five-year-old taste in cartoons designed to promote toys), I favored the less successful toys with transformational abilities. Namely I remember Gobots—which Tonka imported from Japan at the same time Hasbro imported Transformers—and M.A.S.K., whose characters could change their non-intelligent vehicles from one kind to another. I had some Transformers toys, and my mom claims I liked "the red scooter one." That red scooter, however, is a Gobot.

So my "Transformers" experience relied solely on the filmmaking abilities of Michael Bay. I had hoped that, with Steven Spielberg's guidance as a producer, Bay could make a fun, exciting popcorn movie. But Bay is still doing the same old shit.

Summer entertainment isn't supposed to be deep or meaningful, but it is supposed to be awe-inspiring. "Transformers" lacks any sort of magic or wonder, any sort of storyline that holds momentum, any action scene that builds to something suspenseful and amazing. Bay's plan seems to have been to shovel shit so rapidly into our faces that we don't have time to wipe it off and take in what we're covered in. There are no breaks from the clanks and explosions, rendering them meaningless. There is no sense of the size or shape of the robots, and their complex design serves more to show off special effects than to make them emotive, let alone distinct from one another.

There are lots of moving parts in titular robot-alien characters, but that doesn't translate to emotions (and they are supposed to be sentient beings). Sometimes simplicity can bring out personality, or at least help us see the robots for what they are. Sure, the special effects are impressive, but while they're special, they aren't at all effective.

Most of the time, I didn't know which character was fighting which or why I should be interested. At one point, Bay puts the camera in the car of a mother and son who were driving near a robot fight. The camera whips back and forth as the ground shakes the car around. It's a cool shot, but there's a problem: The two characters have absolutely nothing to do with the story, and don't appear before or after this moment. What's worse, however, is that we can barely see the fight that pertains to the story. We never do see anything comprehensible or that relates to the characters in any meaningful way. The film exhausts us, gives us a headache and spits us out.
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Friday, June 29, 2007

They're Blocks of Text, They're Online

The farce that is In Utah This Week's webpage continues. My review of "Sicko" and my column of the AFI's new top 100 list have mated and, since they were both my children, spawned some mentally disabled offspring. If it's been fixed, read on. If not, come up with a funny joke about it for the comments section.
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Friday, June 22, 2007

Once, Controversy Strained My Mighty Heart

EDIT: Apparently all the articles are fucked. You may want to hold off until they're fixed. ("A Mighty Heart" might be OK—haven't checked.)

So, everyone has been gushing about Michael Winterbottom's "A Mighty Heart" for the past couple weeks, but I didn't think it was amongst his best work. Maybe it's that I like Winterbottom and hold him to a high standard, maybe it's that I saw the film in Cannes and had just seen several of the year's best films. Maybe it's just not as great as everyone says it is. If I have time, I might give it a fresh look and see if I feel any differently. It does have a couple great moments, but overall history will prove me right.

I am, however, in agreement with the fawning over "Once," a great re-imagining of the backstage musical. (The page seems to be fucked, though).

I remember some recent and one not-at-all-recent controversial films in my latest column—dig it.
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If You'll Allow Me a Moment of Fanboyishness…


He's back.
(Photo by Little Stevie)
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Thursday, June 21, 2007

I Have Seen the Future

And it's a big-ass table called the Microsoft Surface.
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The End of a (Quite Shitty) Era (That Won't Be Missed)

Disney is no longer going to make sub-standard, direct-to-video sequels of its contemporary and classic titles. Although I've gotta say, I was looking forward to "Cinderella 17: The Cute Mice Sing Another Song," which has been removed from 2008's release slate. It looks like the Pixar crew is making some smart moves to clean house.
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Let the Complaints Begin

"Fargo" was booted to make room for "Titanic" (which I didn't think anyone respected nowadays), but we can all breath a sigh of relief in knowing that Buster Keaton finally made it onto the American Film Institute's revamped top 100 American films of all time. I'll be filing a column on it this week, but let's go ahead and voice some complaints here. (I know Chris Bellamy already has some ready...)

As someone who prefers "Raging Bull," "The Searchers" and "Vertigo" to "The Graduate," I think overall this list is much better than AFI's 1998 effort, even if it still lacks "Sherlock Jr." (Keaton went from not being on the list to having the no. 18 spot with "The General.") Robert Altman's "Nashville" should be much higher, but I guess we should just be grateful it's there at all.

Note: I linked to Ebert's article on the list because it has all 100 films on a page. If you want to enjoy the AFI's "visual tour," feel free.
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Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Bringing It All Back Home

Sorry for the big gap of content, but just as I was starting come back from my Cannes exhaustion, I had to leave town for a funeral.

I'm now back, and you can read my column from last week, on the best films of the year so far if you haven't already. I also did a story on the "Out/Ex" film program's collection of archival frame-at-a-time film strips and Brian Dewan's modern use of the art form. Unfortunately, the program took place on Saturday, so that's pretty much screwed.
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Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Dali Dali Oxen Free (I Have No Idea What This Headline Means)

In his review of a Dali on Flm exhibit at the Tate Modern, Richard Dorment points out that Dali was nothing without the great Luis Buñuel as his collaborator.

But real dreams normally take place in ordinary, everyday settings - it's the oddness of what happens in them, and the disorientation caused by abrupt dislocations in time that feel so weird. In the films Dalí made with Buñuel, he respects this reality. What he serves up here is high camp, cardboard stage sets that so insistently call attention to their strangeness that the meaning the dream has within the film's narrative is overwhelmed by the screaming symbolism of the backdrops and props.

My only complaint would be that Dorment gives Dali a bit too much credit for Buñuel's work.
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Have I Mentioned How Much I Love Judd Apatow?

Oh, well then I guess you don't have to read this.
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Gracie's Got a Good Heart, but Mr. Brooks Has no Brain

The sweet little soccer movie gets it's job done, which is more than I can say about another of this week's releases.

I was really ready to give "Mr. Brooks" a good review after the first scene, but after sitting through some crime procedural crap and other lame subplots, I was forced to reconsider.
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Friday, June 1, 2007

Get Knocked Up Now

The biggest mistake you could make this summer isn't forgetting your SPF 40 and falling asleep in the sun. It isn't going to a high school kegger and getting to drunk to ask the girl you're hitting on if she just graduated or just finished her freshman year. It isn't going to see "Georgia Rule" (although that's close). But if you miss "Knocked Up," which will surely be the funniest comedy of the year, you'll regret it.

Read my review, check out an interview with the supporting cast in USA Today, but most importantly, see the damn movie. Now.

Also, in my review, I somehow (might have had something to do with traveling, jet lag and a film festival) switched the names of Jonah Hill and Jay Baruchel.
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