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Saturday, May 30, 2009

The Strangers (**1/2)

THE STRANGERS

Liv Tyler's Afraid of Something

Beautifully shot but pointless. Liv Tyler is lovingly photographed and the cinematography is excellent: all moody blacks and warm browns. A young couple is attacked in their country home by masked psychos. The first act is remarkably good with solid performances by Tyler and Scott Speedman trying to sort through a dramatic crossroads in their relationship. Then there's a pounding at the door and the B-movie horror schlock kicks it, though gradually and with an effective bit of dread at first. There's a novel moment involving who Speedman shoots with his shotgun that's really the only interesting part of the horror story. Ultimately, The Strangers reveals itself as maddeningly grim and nihilistic.

The Limits of Control (***)

THE LIMITS OF CONTROL

A baffling but fascinating cypher of a film from Jim Jarmusch. One way to describe The Limits of Control might be the Strangest James Bond Movie Ever, but that doesn't quite cut it. A hard-faced hitman who hardly says anything is sent on a mission that requires him to travel to different cities in Spain and encounter a slew of oddball characters who speak to him in a bizarre code and trade matchboxes with him. The contents of the matchbox are understood by him alone but ultimately lead him to his target. The oddballs are played by famed character actors like Tilda Swinton and John Hurt, while Paz De La Huerta spends the entire movie in her birthday suit. Bill Murray pops up as well. Some compelling imagery and the characters' weirdly curious behavior force the viewer to draw their own conclusions. I can't honestly say I understood what I saw or what The Limits of Control was all about, but I still rather enjoyed it.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Drag Me to Hell (***)

DRAG ME TO HELL
A pleasant surprise. Sam Raimi enthusiastically returns to schlock-horror with an entertaining, gross-out romp involving a pretty bank loan officer being menaced by a goat devil conjured by an angry gypsy crone. A fetching Alison Lohman is totally game for her haunting, supported ably by Justin Long as her understanding boyfriend and Dileep Rao as her spiritual guru. Not just a very entertaining good time, Drag Me to Hell also shows us exactly why Borat is right to hate gypsies. There are so many good reasons, not the least of which is gypsies always put it in the mouth.

Up (****)

UP
Pixar does it again! What a fantastic movie Up is. A brilliant adventure yarn, buddy comedy, and one of the most touching love stories I've seen in years, told in an unexpectedly powerful first act montage. The crazy cartoon adventures old man Carl Fredricksen and friends survive in the South American jungle totally one-up (pun intended) the crazy cartoon adventures in the South American jungle old man Harrison Ford, old man John Hurt and friends survived in last year's Indiana Jones. A flying house held aloft by a thousand balloons in an aerial dogfight with talking dogs pilotiing byplanes while another pack of talking dogs have a literal dogfight inside a giant dirigible is one of the greatest crazy ideas in cinema history.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Rachel Getting Married (**1/2)

RACHEL GETTING MARRIED

Rachel Getting Married achieves the verisimilitude of being an uninvited guest who doesn't know anyone at a wedding. What's more, attending an entire weekend of wedding festivities, including the bitter family squabbles and reveals of long-nursed grudges and traumas. The bizarre but absorbing multicultural rehearsal dinner and wedding sequences go on and on. And on. Strong performances from the cast lead by Anne Hathaway in her Oscar-nominated role as a deeply troubled recovering drug addict. The only other certified movie star in the picture was Debra Winger as Hathaway's mother. There's a startling argument between them where they both haul off on each other. Hathaway suffers a split lip. Winger is perfectly fine. So, unlike her mother, Hathaway can't take a punch.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Terminator Salvation (*)

Terminator And I Are Done, Professionally.

Terminator Salvation was one of the most unpleasant movie experiences I've ever had. Noise. Noise, noise, and more noise. It's all machines and explosions, which was of course expected, but it's all so much sound and fury, signifying absolutely nothing. Then there was Christian Bale as John Connor, SCREAMING to be heard above the din. Bale has virtually nothing to play as a character but he plays it with one note: eyes bulging, gravel-voiced, strident bellowing. Even in his quiet moments, getting marching orders from the old cassette tapes his mother Sarah Connor recorded for him back in 1984 or having underwritten tete-a-tetes with his wife Kate Brewster (a pregnant, saucer-eyed Bryce Dallas Howard, having virtually nothing to do until the end), Bale seems like he's just counting the minutes before he gets to bark at someone for some reason. All that noise and Bale's screaming gave me a splitting headache. After this movie ended, I was forced to find salvation in some aspirin.

We see little of what supposedly makes John Connor the great leader of men outside of his fireside CB radio chats. Suddenly there's a "prophecy" that Connor is the leader of the Resistance, but he isn't even really. Connor and the Resistance answer to a bunch of high-ranking clowns in a submarine, one of whom is played by sci-fi B movie veteran Michael Ironside. Ironside even "relieves" John Connor of his command, as if that means anything. What, are they gonna court marshal Connor if he doesn't comply? The structure of the Resistance is so ill-defined and illogical, it's a wonder Skynet has any trouble whatsoever taking out these raggedy yahoos. After all, Skynet's 50 foot tall giant robots, which are transported by enormous flying Hunter-Killer airships, can somehow just sneak up on people. Just don't play any early 90's alterna-rock or the machines will be right at your shanty's doorstop.

The great disappointing bait-and-switch of Terminator Salvation is that John Connor is not the star of the movie. Connor is not the main character. That honor goes to Sam Worthington's Marcus Wright, a death row inmate in 2003 who, in 2018, is not only surprised to be alive but has a big secret that the audience already knows because of the trailer but Marcus himself is unaware of until halfway through the movie: He's a Terminator!

Marcus Wright is a monosyllabic brute with the dubious distinction of being the first primary Terminator character introduced in the Terminator franchise that I cared absolutely nothing about. Marcus' story has all the trappings of a machine who wants to be human without anything that makes that classic sci-fi dilemma interesting. Yet it is Marcus, not Connor, who has the main character arc, who grows and evolves during the movie, who makes the noble sacrifice at the end. Marcus also encounters young Kyle Reese (Anton Yelchin - I wished he said "wictor, wictor" like he did on Star Trek), destined to be John Connor's father because he falls in love with a ratty Polaroid of Linda Hamilton. By introducing a teenage Kyle Reese, Terminator Salvation dives headlong into George Lucas prequel territory: Hey, remember that bad ass human warrior in the very first Terminator movie? Here, you get to see him as a snot-nosed teenager who has never heard an Alice in Chains song.

Marcus saves Moon Bloodgood, a hot Resistance pilot, from a gang of human would-be rapists. This is a moment that, due to Salvation's crippling PG-13 rating, might as well have been preceded by a "SCENE MISSING" title card. (There was a topless shower scene that was removed to spare the vulnerable eyes of the teenage boys in the audience. They came to enjoy mindless death and explosions - they mustn't see boobs! Think of the children!) After learning Marcus is a Terminator, Bloodgood undergoes metal fever and helps him escape Connor HQ. Her brilliant planning gets them about twenty feet to a jeep for cover before she's plum out of ideas. Marcus bails and she gets recaptured, only to get a slap on the wrist from Connor. And then, she's gone. Though as far as unwelcome presences in the movie go, Bloodgood is outmatched by Common as Connor's right hand man, a grunt so cool he wears sunglasses at night. Obviously, his future's so bright, he's gotta wear shades.

As ever, Skynet's master plan makes no sense. Marcus is created by Skynet to infiltrate Connor's camp, gain his trust, capture him, and bring him to Skynet, presumably to be executed. Why does Marcus not know what he is? And why coerce Connor into coming to Skynet HQ? Why not just Terminate him? Meanwhile, the top Resistance brass in the submarine inform Connor that Skynet has a list of primary enemies. Connor is number two on the list, his teenage pops Kyle Reese is number one. How would Skynet know about Kyle Reese at all? The only way it could know who and what Reese is/will be is if Skynet watched the previous three Terminator movies. Halfway through the movie, Skynet's giant robot captures Reese. Skynet then had Reese imprisoned. Why do that? Why not just Terminate him? There, problem solved.

Later, Marcus marches right into Skynet HQ, is ID'd as a Terminator despite other Terminators not recognizing him and trying to terminate him for most of the movie. Marcus is promptly repaired in Skynet's Apple Store-looking main hub. Marcus then confronts his creator, Helena Bonham-Carter, the virtual face of Skynet. She tells him what he was created to do. He decides to heroically rebel and tears some sort of control device from the back of his head. Why did he even bother ripping that device off? He was already uncontrollable by Skynet.

The ending is a cheat. We see Connor fulfill his lifelong dream of destroying Skynet's mainframe, only to have him deliver a closing voice over that they destroyed Skynet, but not really. There's more Skynet to fight. But... but we saw you blow it up! No? There's more? Well, good luck with that, JC.

The only part I sort of enjoyed was the big fight at the finale. John Connor, having penetrated deep into Skynet, encounters the familiar face of Arnold Schwarzenegger, looking convincingly like the original Terminator Sarah Connor and Kyle Reese battled in 1984. The T-800 model of the Terminator had steadily been upstaged by shapeshifting, more "advanced" models like the T-1000 and TX. In depicting a long, brutal battle with the old school T-800 endoskeleton, Terminator Salvation went a long way to restoring the luster of the original and best Terminator. And yet, the T-800 was ultimately beaten not by John Connor, the human, but by Marcus Wright, the more advanced model of Terminator, so the point of the great leader of the humans being able to defeat a copy of his childhood robot surrogate dad was lost.

The story of the future war against the machines was best left fought in the audience's imaginations. To see the future war depicted ultimately highlights the preposterous central conceit of the Terminator story: that a grown man showed his younger father-to-be a Polariod of his dead mother, the father-to-be falls in love with that photo, and later is sent back in time to father that man. In the meantime, killer robots attack and murder as many dirty, desperate human soldiers as possible, to an uncertain end. Because every time a human or a Terminator time travels to the past, they end up merely postponing an apocalyptic future that will have to happen anyway for any robots or humans to travel back in time in the first place.

There was nothing in Terminator Salvation to care about. No coherent story, and no characters to latch onto. I don't care anymore. I don't care about John Connor. I sure don't care about Marcus Wright. I don't care about the future war. I don't care about Terminators. The point of cinematically depicting the future war against Skynet is ostensibly to show audiences how John Connor became the salvation of mankind, but the movie doesn't believe in him. Salvation fails to show us the John Connor we've been told for three movies and a TV series that he's supposed to be. Bale's Connor is presented as the son Linda Hamilton and Michael Beihn's Kyle Reese but he lacks the humanity and passion of his parents. Or even the devil-may-care spark of himself when he was the boy played by Edward Furlong. Bale's John Connor is an angry, uninteresting creature. As an action movie, Terminator Salvation is no fun; a heavy metal bludgeon to the senses. Unlike Marcus Wright, Terminator Salvation has no heart.

The bottom line is, for me, personally, Terminator is over. It was really over when T2 ended back in 1991. Whether it's a short-lived apocryphal television series or theatrical sequel after sequel threatening to be cranked out, it is all just fan fiction designed first and foremost to parasite off the Terminator name. At this point the Terminator franchise exists only to justify more reasons to show robots blowing stuff up; as an excuse to squeeze more money from people's wallets. The war between man and machines will never truly end as long as they can make a buck from it. The only sane solution to this madness is to throw up your hands and walk away from this money-grubbing franchise. That salvation from Terminator is free.

Monday, May 18, 2009

The Girlfriend Experience (**1/2)

THE GIRLFRIEND EXPERIENCE




Steven Soderbergh's ode to the professional escort, circa October 2008. The Girlfriend Experience stars Sasha Grey as Chelsea, a New York City working girl for higher class clientele, most of whom spend their time with her complaining about the economy and dreading Obama beating McCain in the election. Shot in warm and cool natural light, Soderbergh employs a frustratingly fragmented narrative to show glimpses into the tight-lipped Chelsea's professional life and heavily armored personal life. The result is a cold, ultimately uninvolving experience. Ten minutes of one of Sasha Grey's hundreds of other films is much, much more bang for the buck.

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