Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts

Sunday, February 22, 2015

That Requisite Pre-Oscars Post


"People, they love blood. They love action.
 Not this talky, depressing, philosophical bullshit."


This year, Neil Patrick is hosting the Oscars. This year, I finished my marathon quite late. This year, the Oscars happens tomorrow.

This year, too, the Academy seems to have chosen fewer gems than they usually do. 

But anyway, here's my annual two cents drop into the piggy bank:

American Sniper, Clint Eastwood

Bradley Cooper's acting is restrained and brilliant, and Clint Eastwood, as always, directs with a competent hand. The movie, though, falls short in terms of width, and though there were some heart attack-inducing scenes (which is a good thing, by the way),  I feel that the scope of the biopic could be wider, which is not to say that it is completely lacking in depth. And the tribute shots in the ending--this viewer somehow feels cheated. Come on, Clint, we know you could have done better than that.

The Theory of Everything, James Marsh

The film has much to say about hope and perseverance, and I salute Stephen Hawking for his remarkable strength in the face of so much adversity, and James Marsh for making this film because now, we are reminded that our little complaints are nothing compared to what other people must be going through. The film, too, has much to say about Eddie Redmayne's talent. He shone in the film.

Ah, but that's all, folks.

The Imitation Game, Morten Tyldum

Benedict Cumberbatch has always been--looks, notwithstanding--flawless for me. He (and he, taking on Alan Turing, of course) was reason enough to see the film, and I was not disappointed. But only in that aspect, and that statement deserves a repeat: only in that aspect. Cumberbatch aside, it seemed to me like the film was created precisely with one goal in mind: to become part of Oscars history. Which is not to say that it's an entirely bad thing. But let's see where it goes.

The Grand Budapest Hotel, Wes Anderson

It started out on a whimsical note and I was, of course, smitten. The language was smart and elaborate, the background grand, and Ralph Fiennes, well, adorable. Until the first train ride scene, the movie had my full attention, and then I just started going downhill. Yes, it was I who went downhill, make no mistake. I have no doubt that the movie has glorious, wonderful things going for it; I have no doubt that it has much to teach about history and the melancholy remembrance of things that were; I have no doubt that Wes Anderson is a genius, as he has often been called. I, however, have doubts about my own capacity to focus when things start dragging on, and on, and on. I have a penchant for falling asleep on things that fail to sustain my interest, besides, but that is entirely my fault--I take full responsibility.

You do the math.

4 Whiplash, Damien Chazelle

If you're at all into the arts, if you're a musician, especially, and a drummer, specifically, you must see this film, and there is absolutely no reason why you should not. Pardon the exaggerated language, but I stand by my words. I imagine that your heart, like mine, would be up in your throat for most of the time, because Chazelle delivers in the film-making aspect. Plus J.K. Simmons is intensely fascinating, hateful, and arresting here, and one would wonder why he should best be remembered as that loud, annoying, bossy newspaper head in the first Spider-Man series. With Miles Teller (Andrew), he forms one of the most memorable (if a bit dysfunctional) mentor-student relationships on film. So drop those drumsticks for just a while and catch this film.

A digression: I usually refrain from ranking, but I decided to do it this year, and after I got those 5 out of the way, came the difficult part. I drove myself a little mad trying to decide which of the three films below came first, second, and third, and almost gave up. But because I do enjoy tearing my brains apart (sometimes), here are my top 3:

3 Selma, Ava DuVernay

The film, famously snubbed (in all other categories excepting Best Picture) by the Academy for all the wrong reasons, is a historical drama that chronicles a people's march to unequivocal civil rights, as led by Martin Luther King, Jr. The historical context is not at all tiring--the viewer feels as if he could be right there, in that moment. The film is executed in a way that the viewer does not at all feel wanting, where most of the aspects of film are concerned. The rising action is gripping and the drama is sustained, all throughout. The movie affects without employing excess, and this is an admirable quality in any form that tells the story of a leap from oppression to liberation. David Oyelowo delivers exquisitely; DuVernay has definitely made her mark in film-making history. 

 2 Boyhood, Richard Linklater

This was the first of the nominated movies that I watched, and I was quite taken aback at how wonderfully understated--and beautifully crafted--it was. This is a film where nothing really happens, but so much happens, at the same time. It is both detached and intimate, piecemeal and complete, restrained and moving--you get the drift. It tells so much about one life and all the other lives entwined with it, and with so much gentleness and intricate subtlety about it. Up to now, I'm still hard-pressed to place this where I'm placing it, but meanwhile, I'm letting it stay here.

1 Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance) Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu 

Because Michael Keaton's acting is above reproach and praise; because Edward Norton is matchless; because I am straightforward in taking the storyteller's side; because I feel that he is able to say what he wants to say in a manner that is interesting and thought-provoking; because thought-provoking films bring me to uncharted heights; because we all have a Riggan Thomson in us; because cinema and theater will almost always find themselves on opposite sides of a spectrum; because culture is subjective; because, in an effort to explore it in its entirety, I could think about--and talk to someone about--this film for hours and hours on end; because Raymond Carver; because.

What about you? I would love to know what you think.

Friday, January 24, 2014

Saved


Hollywood Giant Walt Disney's 20-year chase to obtain the film rights to P.L. Travers' Mary Poppins books finally sees its end; meanwhile, the author finds herself having to confront her own childhood. If you're a girl and you adore your father, make sure you have a box of tissues with you when you watch this movie. I didn't have one handy, so I had to use the hem of my shirt.

There isn't much to be said about Tom Hanks's and Emma Thompson's acting; only that they were perfect. And damn that Colin Farrell guy for making me cry.


"You think Mary Poppins has come to save the children? Oh, dear."

Director: John Lee Hancock ("The Blind Side")
Year of release: 2013
Cast: Emma Thompson, Tom Hanks, Colin Farrell, Ruth Wilson

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Forgive me for I shall document



Aside from movies, books are my favorite things to snack on. In between my Oscars craze (3 titles left to watch: "Nebraska", "Philomena", and "Gravity"); a Woody Allen binge (close to half a dozen movies in the past couple of weeks--my favorite of the lot being the hilarious "Love and Death"); and hunting for Joaquin Phoenix movies (I had "Walk The Mile" for lunch yesterday), I also read.

These are the books I've read these past few weeks:

The Unconsoled by Kazuo Ishiguro
Amrita by Banana Yoshimoto
Play it as it Lays by Joan Didion
Fates Worse Than Death by Kurt Vonnegut
The King of Nothing to Do by Luis Katigbak (all in all, I've read this collection three times)

I tried to restrain myself from listing down the books I read during the final months of 2013, but I lost. So, off the top of my head, here:

In the Country of Last Things by Paul Auster
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time by Mark Haddon
Poems (1962 - 2012) by Louise Gluck
The Double by Jose Saramago
Blue Nights by Joan Didion
The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter
What We Talk About When We Talk About Love by Raymond Carver
Here by Wislawa Szymborska

Right now, I'm reading Neil Gaiman's American Gods and 158 pages into the novel, I still can't decide if I like it, or not. Excepting Smoke and Mirrors, my feelings for Neil Gaiman's writing tend to be ambivalent. It took me a while to get the hang of Neverwhere, and it's taking me forever to finish this one.

As it is, I'm itching to move on to either Jeffrey Eugenides' Middlesex, or Mikhail Bulgakov's The Master and Margarita. Decisions have to be made.

Meanwhile, I shall nap.

Monday, January 20, 2014

And the nominees are...



"Sometimes, I feel I'm fighting for a life that I just ain't got the time to live. I want it all to mean something."
- Ron Woodroof, Dallas Buyers Club

The wee hours after the Golden Globes have ushered the Oscars season in. Here are my one-and-a-half-cents' worth:

"Captain Phillips" bored me. I think I dozed off somewhere in the movie. Maybe it's just me.

Michael Fassbender shines in "12 Years a Slave". Vicious like the villain that his role is, his presence is both loathsome and commanding, as expected. Or maybe I'm simply biased. After all, how can someone as good-looking as he is not be brilliant everywhere else? Ugh, yes, maybe I am biased. But, think Daniel Day Lewis. 


photo from collider.com

"Her" is a beautifully rendered rumination on consciousness and being; on loss and the emotional debilitation it often entails; on ennui and confinement; and on how, in this age of volatile, fragile relationships and, even with so many ways to connect to and with people, loneliness really--and still-- stems from the inability to communicate, if by the term "communicate" we want to highlight being understood. Spike Jonze is one of this generation's best screenwriters; he's a genius in my book. And why doesn't Joaquin Phoenix have more movies? Or maybe I just haven't seen enough.

"The past is just a story we tell ourselves."
- Theodore Twombly, "Her"

"The Wolf of Wall Street" is one prolonged, graphic paean to sex, drugs and alcohol. Or maybe I'm missing the point, perhaps somewhere along the lines of how a life of excess will, eventually, come snowballing down on he who lives it, yadda, yadda, yadda. I must be, for the phrase that comes to my mind, where this movie is concerned, is sensory overload. Though Leonardo DiCaprio's acting is superb, Scorsese's seat may have been a little too hot, as his instructions came out just a tad overblown. If we were on more intimate terms, I just might be tempted to tell him to google "restraint". Ah, well. Maybe I'm just getting old.



My money's on "Dallas Buyers Club". Matthew McConaughey disappeared into the character, the movie evaporated into the story, and I was entirely drawn in. And don't even get me started on how luminous Jared Leto is. There are no movie actors in this film, just people. Well, maybe except for Jennifer Garner. But what am I doing, making bets this early?Maybe I should watch the others first. 

"American Hustle", "Nebraska", and "Philomena" are still, and next, in my bucket, so maybe I ought to shut up and stop being stupid. "Blue Jasmine" wasn't nominated for Best Picture, but I'm watching it, anyway, just because it's a Woody Allen film, and Cate Blanchett bagged the Best Actress (Drama) award at the Golden Globes. For some reason, I don't at all feel inclined to watch "Gravity".

But maybe I should.



Monday, November 5, 2012

From the weekend(s) couch:

So this morning I find out that Ebert gave "Shame" and "Cloud Atlas" 4 stars, "Melancholia", 3 and a half, and didn't care much for either "Detachment" or "The Tall Man" (the latter did leave a bad taste in my mouth and the former is second to next of my movies to watch, after "360".)

Sunday, July 15, 2012

The pause, after "The Color Purple"

Few movies have touched me the way this one has. And after having seen it again, now that what I consider the most difficult parts of my life have come and gone, the story has taken on a new path. It has--apart from showing me the beauty in its cinematography, its actors' ability to keep everything within the bounds of understatement, its director's sure hand, and its well-written music--triggered different emotions and jump-started new insight. It's probably my age, and the keener sense to redirect perspectives that I have acquired with it, that are the roots of these feelings.

The book is miles more poignant than the film, and when I first read it, I was young, and angry, and in the middle of the quietest desperation I would ever know, against which I struggled without struggling. The analysis I wrote of it in a Contemporary American Literature class in college was a virtual treatise on the oppression of women and the importance of making one's voice heard. I had found an ally in Celie, and with that piece, I had so valiantly meant to champion her and all the women who had ever suffered in the hands of a man; and all the while, the paradox of my inability to champion myself hovered, like a shadow. The one thing I could do, back then, was to scribble passages from the book that had driven wherever home was for me, during those times.

Needless to say, I attacked the book with a vengeance, and cried my eyes sore when I first watched the movie. This morning, despite familiarity with the ins and outs of the narrative, and knowing exactly how it was going to end, I still cried, but for reasons entirely different from the ones that had so made me sniffle, the first time I saw it.

After all, it was Celie's constant reminder to herself to "just keep breathing," that had helped me through some of my darkest hours, and her heartfelt exclamation of gratitude, "I'm here, I'm here!" that reminds me of the many things I should be, and am, thankful for.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Unfortunately, it was already 3 a.m. when I woke up, and there was the whole business of whipping up breakfast to take care of, and the irresistible urges to just stare at some blank wall, in between irrepressible bouts of checking my Twitter wall and looking up movies to download, so that the plan to continue reading from the page of the book I'd left off yesterday afternoon was forgotten.

It's a gloomy, drizzly morning right now, and I have found the perfect way to spend the day: watch Woody Allen's "To Rome, With Love", prodded to look for it as I was from a post on Twitter that said this could as yet be Mr. Allen's best movie, to date.


Sunday, June 10, 2012

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

They filmed Gatsby!

And how deelish is this? Baz Luhrmann, you're so tops!

Tobey Maguire as Nick Carraway, Leonardo Dicaprio as Jay Gatsby, Carey Mulligan as Daisy Buchanan

They seem perfect for their roles. Can't wait to see Leo being Jay! In 3D!
My spine is positively tingling from the anticipation. Though the wait will have to last 'til its projected release date, which is December, 2012, pffft.
Oh, oh, oh!

from Flavorwire

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

"The nuns taught us there were two ways through life - the way of nature and the way of grace. You have to choose which one you'll follow."

Terrence Malick, 2011

"Grace doesn't try to please itself. Accepts being slighted, forgotten, disliked. Accepts insults and injuries. Nature only wants to please itself. Get others to please it, too. Likes to lord it over them. To have its own way. It finds reasons to be unhappy when all all the world is shining around it. And love is smiling through all things.
The nuns taught us that no one who loves the way of grace ever comes to a bad end."


Roger Ebert reviews.

Monday, April 11, 2011

from the weekend couch:


Roman Polanski, 2010

"Oh yes, the wall of ego. We all have one, our equivalent of the dentist's fish tank."

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

from the weekend couch:

Revisited

Sophia Coppola, 1999

From this book:

Jeffrey Eugenides, 1993

"From five, they had become four, and they were all the living and the dead, becoming shadows..."

from the weekend couch:

Had to have this:

(Despicable Me, 2010)

after my mind got blown away to super negaland by this:

(Requiem For a Dream, 2000)

Whew. Darren Aronofsky, you are definitely something else.