Jan 082018
  January 8, 2018

MaureenOSullivanMaureen O’Sullivan was the great ingĂ©nue. She appeared to be sensual and exciting while simultaneously being innocent and cute. It was a balancing act few have managed to pull off. Unfortunately it put her in mainly supporting roles where she was the goal—of the eight films below, only two have her as the lead. The exception was the part that brought her fame: Jane in the Tarzan franchise. For the first films, Tarzan is not the star, but Jane, and it is a Jane who is at ease scantily clad and sexy, that is until the production code caught up with the 3rd movie.

O’Sullivan’s film persona rarely varied and I’ve wondered how much of it was scripting and how much was just her. Did scriptwriter after scriptwriter just decide that her calling most males “darling” fit her character or was that part of her everyday vocabulary?

#8 – The Emperor’s Candlesticks (1937) — A lightweight and nearly forgotten period, spy, comedy and romance (as opposed to romantic comedy) starring William Powell and Luise Rainer. O’Sullivan is in a secondary role but is delightful.

#7 – Tarzan the Ape Man (1932) — The first of the Weissmuller Tarzan films that follows Jane’s father’s search for an elephant graveyard until they run into Tarzan. Weissmuller is an impressive Tarzan, but this is O’Sullivan’s show.

#6 – The Devil-Doll (1936) — A decent horror film at a time when horror films were out of vogue. It is not one of O’Sullivan’s better parts, but the whole is watchable and the best horror film of ’36 (Full Review)

#5 – A Day at the Races (1937) — The Marx Brothers are the stars, but they liked to shoehorn in a romantic pairing and O’Sullivan was the best young female they ever stuck in.

#4 – Pride and Prejudice (1940) — A romantic comedy take on the Jane Austen classic. O’Sullivan lands the supporting role of the nearly perfect sister, making it easy to believe that yes, everyone would love her. (Full Review)

#3 – Tarzan and His Mate (1934) — The best of the Tarzan films and the best lead part O’Sullivan ever had. She’s so natural, so joyful, playing in the jungle. The plot doesn’t matter. All that does is O’Sullivan and how she interacts with Weissmuller.

#2 – The Big Clock (1948) — One of the great Film Noirs as Ray Milland is placed in charge of an investigation to find a man who turns out to be himself. Remade in ’87 as No Way Out with Kevin Costner. O’Sullivan plays Milland’s poorly treated wife. (Full critique) [Also on the Ray Milland list]

#1 – The Thin Man (1934) — Myrna Loy is a rich socialite; William Powell is a retired detective (now living the high life on her money) who gets sucked into a murder case. Funny and charming, this introduction of Nick and Nora Charles is as good a time as you can have at the cinema. O’Sullivan plays the daughter of the missing thin man. [Also on the William Powell list & the Myrna Loy list]

 

Jan 082018
 
one reel

Olivia (Lucy Hale), Markie (Violett Beane), and their college friends go for a final wild spring break in Mexico. There, another partier (Landon Liboiron) tricks them into a game of truth or dare. The game is “possessed” and they are then forced to continue playing or die, where the “truths” are terribly upsetting and the “dares” tend to be fatal.

Truth or Dare isn’t as bad as its reputation would suggest (I’ve seen in repeated called one of the three worst films of the year). It is well made and well acted. The characters are engaging when they need to be, and reasonably defined when they exist only to be cannon fodder. It’s problem is that it is so thoroughly generic. Until the ending, this is like 500 other horror films. A bit more skill was involved in its making then such movies often are granted, but that just makes it a skillful rehash. Early twenty-year-olds bicker and flirt and scream and run and get picked off one by one. There’s nothing they can do about it till the end. Blood is kept to PG-13 levels and nothing gets too scary. We’ve seen this before; well, I’ve seen it before. If this came out in 1985 I’d probably give it a positive rating. If it come out in 1965 I’d be raving about it (maybe a soft rave). But in 2018, it’s a patchwork of previous movies. There is not a single moment you won’t predict, even down the order of the deaths.

And then there is the ending, which has come in for the harshest criticism for being plagiarized. But everything about the film is plagiarized. The ending stands out because it was only plagiarized from one film instead of hundreds. I rather like the ending, and I think this might have been a decent horror flick if it worked harder to earn that ending (by cutting way back on the bickering and focusing on Olivia and Markie’s close and unbreakable friendship and love. But they didn’t. Still, the end did make me smile as at least it didn’t stick with the expected finale from those other hundred films.

So this isn’t a bad film on its own. It simply has no reason to exist.

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Jan 082018
 
one reel

Four generic girls at an unfocused slumber party (Joey King, Julia Goldani Telles, Jaz Sinclair, Annalise Basso) perform an Internet ritual to summon the monstrous Slender Man. They all feel “something,” but mostly deny that. When later one of them vanishes, the others assume it is the work of the evil force, or they deny it, depending on whatever scene was randomly edited it next, and attempt to get their friend back.

Other weak horror films of 2018 (The Nun, Truth or Dare) were marked by being professionally made, and failing due to poor scripts. Slender Man is an exception. Oh, it has a terrible screenplay, but it is incompetently made. The lighting is terrible, making it difficult to see what’s going on and often impossible to make out the characters’ faces. The contrast is off as well, and it has a grainy, video look. I wonder if they even hired someone to do color correction. And there is no indication that anyone involved knew where to set a camera. I’ve seen numerous short film school projects created with more skill. The acting isn’t great, but it hardly matters when random shadows cover the actress’s faces.

The Slender Man character was invented as part of the “Creepypasta” online movement, where people wrote short horror stories claiming they were real. The Slender Man stories went viral. He was described as an extremely tall and slim, featureless humanoid who appeared around children. In 2014 two unstable 12-year-olds attempted to murder a classmate to summon Slender Man. The notoriety made him a hot property and so we got a movie. The victim’s parents were not amused, calling it crass commercialization of their tragedy. I could forgive the filmmakers’ crass commercialization of tragedy if they did it with any style.

The basics are all stolen from better films. There’s a good bit of Candyman (way too much as I couldn’t stop thinking of how inferior this was to it), with a healthy dose of The Ring and A Nightmare on Elm Street sprinkled over it. There’s simply nothing else here. The characters only rise above generic when they slip into being annoying, but they aren’t even annoying in an interesting way. The titular monster is hardly in the film (we get a lot more waving curtains, so if you are frightened of wind blowing through an open window, then there’s something here for you), and is never explained, nor defined. There’s no scares, no emotional beats, and no clever plot moments—there’s hardly a plot at all. It isn’t even memorable enough to rate as truly awful. But then the last point is also its one virtue: it’s easy to forget.

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Jan 052018
  January 5, 2018

What’s truly sad is that this is now an important discussion in America. How the Hell did that happen? But fanboys are at the heart of not only the wars in lit fiction, gaming, and genre film fandom, they are at the heart of our political split. National politics has been determined by fanboys.

But OK, I’ll pull this in to film, because film is my area. And I’ll be swiping from one of my own earlier posted comments.

What’s so bad about being a fanboy? Well, it depends on how your use the term–it isn’t tightly defined. I use it one way; you may use it another. If you use it another, be clever enough to realize I’m not using it your way. I find the way I use it better because it is useful. “Fan” no longer means fanatic in popular parlance, but rather “person who enjoys X” Using Fanboy to mean “fan” or “male fan” doesn’t give us anything new. However, using it to describe a certain kind of “person who enjoys X,” one who leans into being a fanatic and has certain traits does give us a term for something that needs a term. And it is how I and many others use the term fanboy. So, lets look the two big problems–those traits–with those I label fanboys, and do it in relation to film. And those problems are nostalgia and identity.

Firstly, a fanboy’s love of a film franchise (or anything) is not directly related to the films. It is directly related to his own imaginings, his memories of how it made him feel when young, etc. It may be the film that drowned out his parents fighting or distracted him when coming home after being bullied at school. Or maybe it was what he was watching when he got his first kiss. Whatever the case, fanboys no longer can properly view the source. This makes them useless for critical discussions of film (and considering I run a film festival, etc, I’m very big on critical discussions of film). What fanboys can talk about is how they personally feel, which would be fine if they didn’t keep getting into critical discussions of film and demanding that their personal feelings are of universal importance. If a fanboy says, “I didn’t like The Last Jedi because it doesn’t give me the emotional support that RotJ did thirty years ago,” that’s perfectly reasonable (though why they need to say this to the world instead of a few close friends is another matter). If they say, “The Last Jedi is terrible because it isn’t Star Wars and destroys the childhoods of millions,” this is fetid nonsense. It is the difference between speaking about your preferences and what is good. Fanboys speak entirely subjectively, but then project that onto the objective world. (This is why there are grown adults who find they can spit out the sentence “The Transformers are great!”). Nostalgia is always going to cripple one’s ability to evaluate items or franchises–thus I am never a fan of nostalgia. But the fanboy takes it further, believing they are not crippled, and that their rose-colored glasses (or the opposite) reveal great truth.

And secondly, and this is more important to the general population, a fanboy identifies with the franchise. His own self worth is tied up with the franchise. Thus, an insult to the franchise is a personal insult to him. Someone disliking the franchise is no longer a case of different opinions, but an attack to be responded to with anger. And this is generally terrible for society (we’ve had enough problems with that sort of silliness with sports and now it is the very foundation of our political discourse). I saw this a lot in my discussions of BvS. Fanboys got very angry at me, swearing and making threats. As Superman and Batman and DC characters in general are a part of their identity, those characters must be shown respect. If they are laughed at, then this is equivalent to laughing at the fanboy. Since he has tied himself to something–in this case comic book characters–, respect for them equals respect for the fanboy, and more importantly, a lack of respect for them equals a lack of respect for the fanboy.

The fanboy’s view of reality can be twisted by this need. The fanboy needs to feel that he is good (as everyone does), and as he identifies with Superman or Star Wars or old-style SF lit or gaming, etc, then those things must be good–objectively good. So if others say they don’t like them, they must be lying. They must have an ulterior motive. And so, they end up believing wild conspiracy theories to explain other people’s opinions (Ah, critics don’t like Bat v Supes! It must be because they are all biased for Marvel due to Disney’s powerful control of them! Someone doesn’t like these stories? They must be pushing a secret Marxist agenda! Critics don’t like Bright? They must be under the thumb of film corporations trying to take down Netflix). Most people, even fanboys, agree that getting angry over different tastes is foolish, but getting angry over lies and deceit and conspiracies, that seems reasonable.

I’m seeing this with The Last Jedi, but in this case the fanboys dislike it because it is not matching the identity they cling to. Now some non-fanboys don’t like The Last Jedi. Tastes vary and that’s all good. If someone didn’t like it because it doesn’t appeal to them, then they didn’t like it. And that’s their reaction. They just shrug and find something they like. But for fanboys, changes from what they imagined, changes from their identity, are an attack. They don’t shrug. For them, it questions their identity, and that makes them angry. And we are seeing this anger now. No one who just doesn’t like something gets angry. (I didn’t like Alien 3 but it didn’t make me angry and cause me to threaten the director). So we get cursing and diatribes that grow to death threats. Because they didn’t like a movie…

And that’s why fanboys are a problem. The heart of the problem is nostalgia and identity, the foundation of conservatives and alt-right folks, and unfortunately, a far too prevalent factor in the lives of liberals too. Many of the societal problems of the moment (racism, sexism, anti-trans, etc) are directly connected to nostalgia and identity. Those two are what gave us our current president. But that’s politics, not movies, and implies it is just a right wing problem. It’s not. A majority of the people I interact with on FB (that means you) are wrapped up with one or both of those. And a significant number are fanboys. A significant number can, with a straight face, say, “Well, it was a good movie, but it was a terrible Star Wars movie and I hate it” without realizing what you just said.

No movie can destroy your childhood, or even your view of your childhood, unless there is something very problematic with your own ego–perhaps a franchise being used as a crutch. And everyone is aware that we use crutches to get better, not as life long friends.

Fanboys make discussion of art impossible. They are angered by opinions (much less facts) that differ from their view of the world. And they are easily deluded on what the world is like.

So yeah, Fanboys suck. Try not to be one.

Jan 042018
 
one reel

Schoolgirl Meg (Storm Reid) has the type of close relationship with her physicist father (Chris Pine) that can only be filmed in weird angles with unnecessary close-ups and lots of gibberish dialog. He claims to be able to teleport around the universe and vanishes after adopting the off-putting Charles Wallace (Deric McCabe). For the next four years Meg is angry and filled with self doubt in an indie drama kind of way. Enter three massively underwritten goddesses, Mrs. Which, Mrs. Whatsit, and Mrs. Who (Oprah Winfrey, Reese Witherspoon, and Mindy Kaling). They’ve been chatting with Charles Wallace in some vague and unlikely way and are ready to take him, Meg, and a random kid named Calvin (Levi Miller) universe jumping to find Meg’s dad. This leads to a meandering trip where the goddesses are of little help and the kids are aimless.

An ugly After School Special with all the charm ripped away, A Wrinkle in Time is dull, simplistic, and a failure that earned its box office bomb status. It is meant as a children’s movie, but it is insulting to children and the characters speak not like kids but as corporate execs vaguely think children might speak, keeping in mind these execs have never met one.

Some films fail in little ways. Some in large ways. A Wrinkle in Time fails in every way. No one involved seemed up to the challenge, which really means director Ava DuVernay wasn’t up for the challenge. She was a successful low-budget character drama and documentary director, but a 100 million dollar tent-pole special effects fantasy is a different matter. Artistry isn’t enough. You need skill and experience and the ability to lead a city. She has yet to develop these.

The most visible sign of incompetence is the inconsistency. Sometimes the film is shot well; sometimes it is blurred and under-lit. Sometimes it is expansive, sometimes it is claustrophobic (and I don’t mean when it is trying to be). The acting wobbles from controlled and real to high school theater production. And then there’s the special effects. They are never top drawer for 2018, but sometimes they are passable, and sometimes they are amateurish. Half the film seems to have been created on a very small sound stage surrounded by green screens. Sure, there are great flowing vistas, but our characters never interact with them. We are supposed to be wowed by the visuals, but there’s no magic here.

Pacing and structure makes it all worse. Things plod along, and then leap forward. Ideas are repeated until driven into the ground (gosh, is she angry because her father left and she doesn’t accept herself? Please explain that ten more times in a row). Sometimes they hang on a world for a time, others they just pop in, look around at the green screens, and pop out.

This is a strangely sterile film. It should wrap the viewer with wonder and emotion, but that never happens. It should take the viewer along on an adventure, but there’s no excitement. The prevailing wisdom is that the surrealistic children’s novel was unfilmable. I can’t say if that’s the case, but this shouldn’t have been filmed.

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Dec 312017
  December 31, 2017

valarianIt’s time for my 10 Worst Fantasy and Science Fiction Films of 2017. I’ve been ranking the films all year as I see them, and this won’t quite match that list as I want an apples to apples comparison, so I’m only including wide releases or big budget pictures. Sure, some micro-budget VOD films would break into this list, but there’s no joy in attacking those. I’m looking at the great follies of man.

First an honorable mention for Justice League, an unruly, sub-professional mess which is still better than its prequel, Batman v Superman.

Then 3 special awards:

Biggest Franchise Killer: The Mummy.
Most Artistically Empty Cash-grab: Beauty and the Beast.

Now to the 10:

 

 

#10 Kingsman: The Golden Circle

2014’s Kingsman: The Secret Service was fresh and fun, if a bit silly. This sequel is stale and drab, and extremely silly. Everything that was good about the first is missing. It takes work to go downhill so far in a single film. It gets the award for most disappointing sequel of the year.

 

#9 The Lego Ninjago Movie

This is a kid’s movie meant to distract a grumpy child while you are getting his juice box. Of course its message to children is to get mom and dad to buy some Ninjago toys. (full review)

 

 #8 The Space Between Us

This is what gives young adult SF a bad name. And when did Gary Oldman give up on acting? (full review)

 

#7 Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets

It’s a beautiful film, and then Dane DeHaan opens his mouth and it all goes to Hell. His one positive trait is that he makes Cara Delevingne look less horrible, purely by comparison. (full reivew)

 

#6 The Dark Tower

No fan of the books is going to have anything nice to say about this movie. Roland, the powerful gunslinger out for revenge, is reduced to a bland babysitter for a generic magic child. Neither he nor the kid can support a film. (full review)

 

#5 Flatliners

The original Flatliners did little with its potentially interesting premise. This remake does less. Five med students see scary stuff occasionally. That’s it. Others have said this is the most boring film of the year. I don’t think it is memorable enough for even that title. (full review)

 

#4 The Circle

As edgy and deep as your aunt’s Facebook posts, The Circle makes the bold statement that a complete lack of privacy is probably a bad idea. Not exactly the deepest of philosophies. I’m beginning to question Emma Watson’s future in film. (full review)

 

#3 Personal Shopper

Do you like texting? Do you like to watch other people text? Well then this is your film, with over 20 minutes of texting. Yes, there’s some supernatural stuff, but we come close to the “it’s all in her head” trope without actually taking a position. Instead there’s texting and shopping and scooter riding.

 

#2 Transfomers: The Last Knight

Is there anything to be said? If you don’t already know a Transformers movie is going to be a dumpster fire, I’m not going to be able to convince you. As for the story and characters, who cares? (full review)

 

#1  Bright

Netflix’s $90 million blight on cinema, this puss-laden, wretched film is bad for the business, bad for art, and bad for viewers. That it is racist is the most positive thing I can say about it–at least that’s something. But even ethno-nationalists deserve a better made film. (full review)
bright

 

Dec 312017
 
toxic
Just wallow in that color palette

Just wallow in that color palette

In a world of humans, rich elves, and poor orcs—and a good deal of racism—policeman Daryl Ward (Will Smith) is forced to work with the first Orc on the force (Joel Edgerton). On a routine call the two cops run into a magic user known as a Bright and a magic wand. Wands can do almost anything in a Bright’s hand and are fatal in anyone else’s. An evil elf needs that wand to bring back The Dark Lord who was vanquished 2000 years ago and everyone else wants the wand for its undefined power. At least I think that’s a reasonable synopsis. Based on the dialog and murky picture, maybe this was Ace Venture III.

If you are making a mashup of an ‘80s buddy cop flick (“I’m going to retire and worried about my pension”—honestly, that’s in the movie) and Lord of the Rings, wouldn’t you want to make it fun? It wouldn’t have to be a comedy, although that’d be a good choice, but fun? Exciting might be a good option too.

And obviously you comment on race relations because otherwise, why would you make this? Well, Bright doesn’t comment on race, but it is racist, so its got that going for it.

Bright is neither fun nor exciting nor thoughtful. It is ugly. It’s ugly in theme, in dialog, but mostly in cinematography. Everything is muddy and tinted blue-green. If you want to see what is going on, you’re out of luck. In the numerous fight scenes, I had no idea who was shooting at whom, who’d been hurt, and where anyone was. If everything else worked, Bright would be terrible due to the obscuring style of photography. But nothing else works. The only enjoyment I could gather from this is in arguing over which of the rotten parts is the most distasteful. Character is way up there. Do you remember when Will Smith was amusing? Yeah, it was getting harder to remember before this, but after Bright I’m thinking that it was just fairy tales told by those remembering a fantasy 1990s. Smith plays one of the many unpleasant characters I never want to see again. Not just unpleasant, but uninteresting. His Orc partner is less unpleasant but is naĂŻve and mentally deficient (and the racial message is
?). Don’t look for consistency either in these cutouts. Our villainess can take out entire SWAT teams with ease at one moment, but can’t shoot straight the next.

Dialog gives character a run for the money. It is some mix of old buddy cop film banter, random obnoxiousness, lines that are supposed to be profound but aren’t, jokes that lack humor, and the word “fuck.” If you like the word “fuck,” you are in for a treat. If you like dialog to be humorous or witty or develop character, well
 They do say “fuck” a lot.

Bright is the first big budget Netflix movie, which does not bode well for the future. It’s directed by David Ayer’s, whose last film, Suicide Squad, is a masterpiece by comparison. Bright is a foul, cheap-looking, amateurish piece of fan-service. Netflix is threatening to make a series from this. Take that as a threat.

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Dec 292017
 
two reels

Tough-cop-guy (Frank Grillo) is with his petulant son (Jonny Weston), a Girl (Bojana Novakovic) and a standard Ederly-Black-street-person (Antonio Fargas) when the aliens attack LA. There’s also cameos from Latino-cop-about-to-die and Black-cop-about-to-die (but hey, she’s a woman this time). The aliens brainwash people and then steal them, along with blowing up random things. Time passes and Tough-cop-guy is on the alien spaceship and defending a baby. More time passes and Tough-cop-guy, Girl, and Baby are now in Indonesia with a bunch of martial artists who were apparently in The Raid. So naturally, they fight the aliens with martial arts. Then some more stuff happens, but unless it is punching or kicking, it really doesn’t matter.

I don’t remember Skyline. That isn’t a snide way of saying it is unmemorable. I can’t remember it at all. I know I watched it. I know I didn’t think much of it and grouped it with weak alien invasion movies like Battle LA (which I barely remember) and Battleship (which is kinda hazy as well). But plot and story—I’ve got nothing.

So this is the sequel. But it seems that very little from the first is needed for this one. An alien with a human brain and a pregnant woman are framed as if they are holdovers from the first film, but they don’t stick around long.

Beyond Skyline is an odd picture. I’ve seen enough low-budget alien invasion films to know how they run (thanks SyFy) and this one starts like they all do. But then things go haywire. I’m used to poor scripts, but I don’t think the script had anything to do with how they made this film. It seems what actors they could get for a few days and what locations they could wrangle define the picture. The film is in three parts and each part changes tone, pace, goal, and most of the characters. Big discoveries come out of nowhere because that’s not the focus.

“Hey, I just, for no reason thought that this young girl’s blood could save us all.”
“Cool, we’ll take that as a fact and I’ll toss in some tech there’s no way I could know anything about and we’ve got a plan.”

The big difference between Beyond Skyline and other similarly budgeted flicks is that they avoid special effects and fight choreography and use up time in endless, poor relationship discussions while Beyond Skyline doesn’t even pretend that the characters or relationships matter and dives into the FX and fights. There’s a whole lot of combat here. Large humanoid robots get in hand-to-hand fights while giant robots knock down buildings and stomp on folks. Martial artists fight each other for no reason and everybody shoots everybody all the time. The last third is the most fun, even though it doesn’t fit in with anything that came before. We have old-school martial arts, with a guy getting his arm cut off and that not slowing him down in his blade attack. It’s silly, but an enjoyable kind of silly.

This isn’t a good movie. Nothing means anything, the plot is “whatever happens” and the characters are just vague descriptions. But if you want to watch lots of pointless fighting, Beyond Skyline has you covered.

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Dec 292017
 
one reel
TheDiscovery

Thomas Harber (Robert Redford) has discovered definitive proof of an afterlife. This has lead to massive numbers of suicides. Upon hearing his father has discovered something new, Harber’s truly annoying son, Will (Jason Segel), travels to a beautiful home that is supposed to be considered ugly for no reason. It is the cult-like base where Thomas carries out his research, now focused on what being dead is like. On the way he meets Isla (Rooney Mara) who manages the herculean task of being even more annoying than Will.

The Discovery has a great concept. Not about the afterlife as many films have touched on a secular afterlife. It is the social effect of everyone committing suicide that is the foundation for a great movie. This isn’t that movie. Once that idea is expressed, it all goes to Hell, which is kinda fitting.

Instead of examining that social situation, or the philosophical implications of suicide, or even the research angle, The Discovery spends its time with what is supposed to be Will and Isla’s love story. That could possibly work, in a different movie, but as both Will and Isla have no positive attributes, their dialog lacks wit or humanity, and Segel and Mara have negative chemistry together, it is the worst kind of slog. Since this is a movie about death, I just wanted these two to die, and do it quickly. Their abysmal discussions about who they’ve known that have died and how life is complicated take place during a side mystery as Will tries to prove in the cheapest and easiest to film way that his father is wrong.

Jason Segel is not a great talent. The star of How I Met Your Mother isn’t much of any kind of talent, which allows him to fit into this film perfectly. Redford does not fit. He’s slumming it and it shows in every scene. He’s not trying hard and he’s still on a different plane than the rest of the cast. But the low level of talent isn’t reserved for the actors. Directing, lighting, and cinematography are scraping the muck as well. The blue-green haze screams last year’s cell phone camera. The night scenes do indeed look like night as I couldn’t see a thing.

This isn’t a film that dares to ask big questions. It is conventional and conservative. It is so dead set on saying nothing that the only question it had me asking was when it would end.

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Dec 292017
 
three reels

A man (Casey Affleck) dies and rises as a ghost, returning to his home. He watches over his widow (Rooney Mara) for a time, but she leaves the house and he stays on. He watches, occasionally acting  but mostly watching as people come and go.

If you haven’t heard about A Ghost Story, it’s the film where the ghost wears a sheet with the eyes cut out and it isn’t a comedy. It also isn’t a horror story and has no scares. It isn’t about grieving although many seem to think it is. It says surprisingly little about what it is like to mourn. It isn’t a love story, although I’ve heard people say it is. There’s little affection shown between the married couple and in my mind they have a horrible marriage, but I suppose it might just be average.

But the film does have a meaning and it makes it clear. There’s very little dialog, but in the one long speech in the film, a drunken pseudo-philosopher states the point. The film is about the impossibility of leaving anything behind. It is about our importance, or lack-there-of, in the universe. Music and art will be forgotten in time, so the works of an average or below average man will barely outlast his closest kin. The ghost waits as time goes on. He circles back but time goes on. Nothing in the universe will ever acknowledge us and if we go looking, we will never find anything but the sheer enormity of it all. A Ghost Story makes that point well. It made me feel it, which is what the best movies do. Camus would be proud.

I wanted to love this film, but it takes its indie film status too seriously. If you don’t follow indie films, indie films treat their audiences like morons while the filmmakers, in doing so, think they are treating them as geniuses. Every point is repeated and hammered home. If something can be expressed in a minute, the film will do so in three minutes. If a moment is intended to make you feel, it will hang around five minutes after it does. And A Ghost Story is an indie. Scene after scene go on far too long. I understood what the filmmaker was saying in a scene, but I have to be shown it again and again. Reasonable editing and a respect for the audience would have chopped a third of the film away. Brilliant editing would have made this a 40 minute short. But the filmmaker believed, as most indie filmmakers do, that we will “get it more” if he keeps spooning it to us. And indie critics and patrons have latched on to the idea that being treated as a moron is a form of respect, so they like it, and thus some of the overzealous reviews and comments on this film. It’s good. It’s just not that good.

The best example is the pie eating scene. We watch Rooney Mara eat an entire pie without cutting away. Complete. Now, was there something in the 30th bite that I hadn’t learned from the 29th? Did minute 5 of this meal make me feel something I didn’t in minute one? I’m not saying it wasn’t effective, but that’s why editing exists: to make things more effective. And that scene could have been substantially more effective.

In retrospect the A Ghost Story comes off better as what sticks in my mind are the moments that really work. But those other moments were there, ticking by.

Dec 282017
 
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TokyoGho

Kaneki (Masataka Kubota), a shy bookworm, inadvertently has the organs of a ghoul transplanted into him, making him a hybrid. Like ghouls, he now can eat only human flesh, and drink coffee, and has tentacles that pop out of his back. He knows nothing of surviving as a ghoul, so is taken in by some kindly ghouls who are always under threat from the human anti-ghoul taskforce.

Some amine tropes suck. No, it isn’t a matter of culture. They are just bad storytelling. Anime fans like to ignore these as it is harder to justify their fandom if they acknowledge them.

Tokyo Ghoul is based on an amine series, and the pertinent tropes are the passive, weak, cowardly, socially inept, overly emotional, young main character, and the weird, antisocial cop with unruly hair. The second is annoying, but the first tears down many anime titles and live-action films based on them, including this one. It isn’t fatal as there’s some fun to be had, but it sure does knock it down a ways. Waiting and waiting and waiting, for Kaneki to do anything other than blubber is not entertainment.

The world of ghouls and humans has potential. It is bright and colorful, even at night. The ghoul coffeehouse works as a place for the worthwhile characters (those who are not Kaneki and the cop) to meet and chat. And the combat isn’t bad if you don’t mind the cheesy CGI (and that a sniper rifle and grenade would solve the problems).

There isn’t that much to the story since it is primarily an introduction to the world and monsters, but it’s enough. If they had replaced Kaneki with a reasonable facsimile of a person and drop the ridiculous—top of their lungs—moralizing, it would have been a reasonable adventure yarn with lots of blood. As is, it is watchable for those who can put up with its hefty flaws.

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Chris Washington (Daniel Kaluuya), a Black man dating White Rose Armitage (Allison Williams) heads for a weekend with her White parents (Katherine Keener, Bradley Whitford) in their White town surrounded by the Whitest of White culture. All the White people are a bit extreme, making constant weird comments about race, but the Black servants are stranger, robot-like at times, hostile at others.

Get Out is a hard film to review, or even comment on, as it is all about theme, and that theme is clearly expressed and very important. Is it a problem that everything else doesn’t quite work? If the plot was original, if the characters were genuine or captivating or acted reasonably, then the focus would switch and perhaps the theme wouldn’t be as visible. But the focus is on theme (for two acts—I’ll get to that in a moment) and it does a beautiful job of showing what it feels like to be a Black man in America. And that’s a victory for any film.

I’d be slipping into spoiler territory if every bit of advertising didn’t give it away, but as it does: For most of the running time, Get Out is The Stepford Wives. While The Stepford Wives is always good, it is only great once—that first time you see it, before you know what it is about. And it is 1975. Switching from sexism to racism unfortunately makes the date less important, but the story can only be great once. And writer/director Jordan Peele realized that, so he changed the final act to one that doesn’t fit with the rest of the film. And by “changed,” I mean changed what film he was borrowing from, but then originality isn’t the point. Does a different ending make it better or worse? It certainly makes it more cathartic. It also completely tosses out that overwhelming theme from the first two acts. But maybe that’s what was needed. Get Out isn’t a disconnected piece of art; it’s all about the effect it has on the modern world, on racism, and on audiences, particularly Black audiences. So perhaps after hammering one theme home for an hour, what was needed was a different one, a theme about survival. Maybe the film is better switching from “what is” to “what can be.” That is more for sociologists to determine than a film reviewer. But whatever the case, Get Out is interesting, and if it isn’t a complete success in storytelling, that’s OK as that wasn’t the goal.

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