Jojo Rabbit

At the end of 1942’s Now, Voyager, Bette Davis turns to Paul Henreid, and utters the now classic line, “Oh, Jerry, don’t let’s ask for the moon. We have the stars.” I was reminded of that line when I caught Jojo Rabbit just before it left the theaters. Writer/director/actor Taika Waititi reaches for the stars here, and while he doesn’t always make it that far, he at least makes it to the moon on a regular basis.

An absurdist comedy about Hitler, war, hate, and anti-Semitism in particular isn’t normally the basis of belly laughs. Of course, one thinks of 1968’s The Producers and especially its “hit” number, “Springtime for Hitler.” That was outrageous on so many levels just 23 years after the war ended. Perhaps enough time has passed for most of us to enjoy a Hitler send-up now, especially since Waititi adheres to Producers writer/director Mel Brooks’ example of comedy (especially extreme comedy) being the best revenge: ““The only way to get even with anybody is to ridicule them,” said Brooks. “So, the only real way I could get even with Hitler and company was to bring them down with laughter.”

To describe exactly where the laughs come from would be a spoiler, but suffice it to say that Waititi as Hitler, the imaginary childhood friend of the young lead, externally visualizing the young man’s coming to terms with life as a preteen and Hitler Youth, puts out lines and character readings that are as funny as anything in any recent film. Those lines and situations are a mashup of 1940’s dialogue, current dialogue, childish thoughts, and precocious thinking that is far beyond the scope of a 10-year-old. It’s a tightrope walk, and it occasionally falters, usually because joke number four isn’t quite as funny as joke number 3. But the laughs come fast enough to make you forget the occasional stumble; the absurdist scenario of a moody, rowdy, and occasionally ridiculous Fuhrer can apparently go a long way. The acting by Waititi is both over-the-top and right on the nose. In a less competitive year, Waititi’s performance might have been Oscar-nominated.

Aside from a never-should-work-but-it-somehow-does central concept, the film sails along on its casting, with some absurdities as resonant as the imaginary Hitler. Those absurdities include the ever-reliable Sam Rockwell, whose character manages to begin as a dark joke and eventually becomes a trusted figure, and then…well, you’ll have to see the film. His character’s arc might have been literally unbelievable in another director’s or actor’s hands, but here it helps hold the film together and grant it the humanity the film has been seeking all along. Rebel Wilson has a role as equally ridiculous at first, but she doesn’t change, which makes sense on one level, but is disappointing on another. Wilson is a tough comic persona to keep under control. Like Bill Murray, Wilson is often in another film of her own within a film. Waititi manages to keep those comic energies focused within this film, but barely.

More attention, however, has been focused on the two leads, newcomer Roman Griffin Davis, and Oscar-nominated (Best Supporting Actress) Scarlett Johansson. Davis is good, and seems to get better as the film goes along. He’s probably got a great career ahead of him. Truth be told, however, his best friend Yorki (Archie Yates) steals every scene he’s in.

The heart of the film is Johansson, who had somehow been forgotten as one of our finest young actresses. She is smart, warm, and funny as the mother, and provides the soft and creamy center of the film, keeping things firmly on the ground and preparing us for the turn to serious toward the end. Last year was a banner year for her, with a Best Actress nomination for her stellar work in Marriage Story in addition to her nomination for this role. I hope it isn’t too long before we realize that she is one of the best actresses working today, and that we put our awareness of her talent before our awareness of her beauty.

As moving as the film often is, it really doesn’t present anything especially new or fresh thematically. War is bad—check. Hate is bad—check. Once we meet and connect with folks, it’s less difficult to hate them—check. What is new is the deep dive Waititi takes into our experience of Hitler, using the Brooks approach of humor, but getting closer to the historical figure by having him not be represented on stage, but presented as Hitler himself on screen, even with the distancing effects of humor and the active re-imagining of the German leader by a very imaginative child. It’s a bold move, and it works.

I am old enough to have a conflicted reaction here. My father was a POW in WWII, and the long-term effects of that experience had a direct and negative impact and me and my family. (I often joke—with a serious lining—that I blame all my problems on Hitler.) Plus, as a student of history (and especially the war), I am aware of what the real Hitler released upon Europe and the world, and am appalled to my soul with his hatred of the Jews. Getting me to laugh at this particular expression of Hitler is a triumph of sorts, and perhaps an indicator that we are far enough away from the mid-twentieth century to look at this with new eyes. I can’t completely replace my old perspective with this new absurdist one. But I could put t it on hold for 108 minutes.

Waititi’s reach exceeds his grasp at times, but with Thor:Ragnarok and now this film, Waititi has established himself as a smart and accomplished comic sensibility willing to go to great lengths for his comic vision, and talented enough to make the stretching worth it.

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2020 Oscar Show

Predictable. Shocking. Way too long, with way too much music. Again, we had an Oscar show that had all the potential of actually being good, and again it grabbed defeat out of the jaws of victory.

It all started well, with a very talented Janelle Monáe singing softly and sweetly (and charmingly) with Mr. Rogers’ theme song, bouncing off of Tom Hanks in the front row and therefore buying our full engagement. Then the song went loud and overly, unnecessarily big, with Monáe regrettably making the song about herself for a moment.  Big and energetic eventually turned into too much altogether, and the whole presentation got fat and overproduced.

The Oscars were hostless again this year (not a good idea if they are going to keep having new people introduce new people who introduce other people). Recalling better times were Steve Martin and Chris Rock, former hosts that had fun reminding us that they weren’t hosting, and making us miss their presence throughout the rest of the show.

Brad Pitt started us off well with a predicted win for Best Supporting Actor. All of Hollywood wanted this, and other than an unnecessary political reference, it was a very good acceptance speech, setting a bar that went unchallenged after that. The acting prizes, in fact, were all predictable. Laura Dern gave the second-best acting acceptance speech, lovingly referencing her acting legend parents Diane Ladd and Bruce Dern at the end. Nice job.

Joaquin Phoenix’s speech for Joker was sincere but all over the place, and at times quite uncomfortable. After seeing an improvement in his speeches over the awards season, it was a disappointment to hear such meandering expressions that never came together. Note: there will be memes. A bit less confusing but just as wandering was Renée Zellweger’s speech for her Judy win. She was trying to say how looking to our heroes can unite us (ostensibly in this divided social age), which was a good idea. But it spun out of control, and like Phoenix’s speech, simply went on too long. Dear four winners: You all knew you were going to win, so why didn’t you ALL have a concise and meaningful SHORT speech at the ready? Please check out Patty Duke (The Miracle Worker) and Jane Wyman (Johnny Belinda) for the right way to do an acceptance speech.

Music was far too present in this awards show (and this from a musician). Questions: Why, why, why do all the songs have to be presented in full? The only song that really worked was Cynthia Orivo’s “Hang On,” which was a presentation that was worthy of the time spent listening to it. It must be said, however, that Chrissy Metz’ singing of the Breakthrough song “I’m Standing With You” sounded better than anything she’s done on “This is Us”. And Elton John’s version of his sure-to-win song demonstrated why it didn’t deserve to win. But quality aside, full presentations are a waste of time. Please, Oscar producers, find a much better way of handling this (Call me….I have ideas).

Seventeen years after Enimem didn’t show up at the Oscars for receive his Oscar for “Lose Yourself” from 8 Mile, he shows up and does it here. Why, why? As a performance, it was pretty good, if not bleeped countless times. But why was it here—to lengthen an already overlong show? Completely unnecessary.

The “In Memoriam” presentation was music done right, and not overdone–a lovely if occasionally hesitant version of “Yesterday” by Billie Eilish with just enough visual references to honor those we’ve lost without stretching it out too long. Nicely done.

Clothing was an improvement over the outfits at this year’s Golden Globe awards. After all the #MeToo activity in the past few years, it was disconcerting to see far too many women presenting themselves as sex objects with their outfits. Not here. Nearly all were attractive without asking us to gawk, and while they were occasionally a bit overdone, they weren’t embarrassingly underdone.

The Academy did things differently with the acting and musical score categories. The his/her nominated movie. They’ve turned that into an uncomfortable blend of scenes from the actor in question, bouncing from film to different film to different film. I’m all for seeing as many scenes as I can see at the Oscars, but the scenes were confusing and tended to dilute rather than reinforce our understanding and enjoyment of the actors’ hard work.

The music nominated for Best Score was given an exciting treatment by featuring a female conductor showcasing the scores with visuals from the films. Fast and fun. Why can’t the Best Song be treated the same way—as a quick reminder of the song rather than a full performance? Why, why, why? There was a “tribute” to film music that rammed together images and sounds of various famous scores that looked and sounded like a series of jump cuts edited by Godard to intentionally confound and confuse. And then the mid-show rap recap of the first half by Utkarsh Ambudkar was both clever and needlessly time-consuming. Clearly the Academy doesn’t quite know how to feature music in its award shows; we already had the Grammys—we don’t need a film version of them.

The awards themselves? Well, I got 21 out of 24 correct in my predictions, as I thought that 1917 would get Best Director and Best Picture. I wasn’t disappointed on two counts. One, I tied as a winner of my Oscar pool, and how could I be disappointed that the film that will likely go down as truly the best of the year won these two awards?  (For the curious, I also missed Production Design, which quite deservedly went to Once Upon a Time…in Hollywood.)

Of course, time will tell if this acceptance of the foreign-language film Parasite was a self-congratulatory one-off, or a sign of different things to come. Analysis can go any which way depending on one’s degree of cynicism, Academy history, and hopefulness. I think it is something of a game-changer, however. Brilliant non-British international films may have a chance of winning more than acting awards in the future—awards for screenplay, direction, and film for this film were stunning, and may have opened the doors for more of the same in the future. This may pose new problems for the Academy in how to handle this, as confusion may arise that challenge the generally accepted notion that these are national awards with the occasional reach outside the country. Or…this could also be the Academy’s grand gesture of self-congratulations and virtue signaling that will take care of (read: sideline) other good foreign films for a long time. We’ll see.

Bottom line: The show is too long, has way too much music, has little to no control over the acceptance speeches (which should be given a great deal of latitude of course), and is in desperate need of a host who can pass the PC test (can anyone at this point?) and pull things together. Producers: just contact me, and I’d be happy to be on the production team for next year. I also teach film at a school that’s known for its engineering school; perhaps I can snag a couple of them for their input.

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2020 Oscar Predictions

UPDATED FRIDAY, February 7, 2020

The Oscar race of 2020 is considered by experts to be among the most predictable (hence, boring) in many a year. Even the usual cry of “there’s always some big surprise” is muted as most think that the winners are all wrapped up at this point. That’s probably true. But here are my predictions anyway, with my comments following some of them.

Best Picture Nominees

“Ford v Ferrari”
“The Irishman”
“Jojo Rabbit”
“Joker”
“Little Women”
“Marriage Story”
“1917”
“Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood”
“Parasite”

The winner: 1917. It would be a shock at this point, with wins by the PGA (no, not the golf association), DGA, and even the BAFTAs. Apparently the powers that be accidentally had perfect timing for this film’s release, which any other year might have been considered too late in the awards season.

Comments: This is been the best year for films in a long time. Every film nominated will be remembered fondly, and most are going to be classics. The Irishman was thought to be a lock months ago, as was Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood earlier in the year. But they will have to be content with the nominations.

Lead Actor

Antonio Banderas, “Pain and Glory”
Leonardo DiCaprio, “Once Upon a Time in Hollywood”
Adam Driver, “Marriage Story”
Joaquin Phoenix, “Joker”
Jonathan Pryce, “The Two Popes”

The winner: Joaquin Phoenix. Lots of awards from the guilds, plus the BAFTA, plus this often strange presenter has been pulling it together in his acceptance speeches in a clear bid to win. It’s overdue for him. But any other actor listed is worthy as well this year. This may have been Leo’s most complete performance, Adam Driver might have won in any other year, the same for Pryce, and the Banderas nomination is a career award.

Lead Actress

Cynthia Erivo, “Harriet”
Scarlett Johansson, “Marriage Story”
Saoirse Ronan, “Little Women”
Charlize Theron, “Bombshell”
Renee Zellweger, “Judy”

The winner: Zellweger. It’s been hers to lost for ages now, and that’s not going to happen. Erivo was unfortunately just a token nomination, but a good one nevertheless. Johansson didn’t own Marriage Story like Adam Driver did, so this was never going to happen for her this year. Ronan is already a great actress, but she is moving into “nominated many times without a win” category. She’ll get hers, hopefully sooner than later. Zellweger was great, though, and owned this film like no other actress owned theirs this year. Sometimes the best “role” wins.

Supporting Actor

Tom Hanks, “A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood”
Anthony Hopkins, “The Two Popes”
Al Pacino, “The Irishman”
Joe Pesci, “The Irishman”
Brad Pitt, “Once Upon a Time in Hollywood”

The winner: Pitt. Nearly everyone in the industry wants to see him win this, and he’s been playing the awards circuit like an orchestra conductor. Hopkins could have won this deservedly, and the argument that Pesci deserved it above the others could be easily made. But it’s Brad’s year.

Supporting Actress

Kathy Bates, “Richard Jewell”
Laura Dern, “Marriage Story”
Scarlett Johansson, “Jojo Rabbit”
Florence Pugh, “Little Women”
Margot Robbie, “Bombshell”

The winner: Laura Dern. She’s won every other group’s award for this, and it will be well deserved. She’s Hollywood royalty (google her parents), and it was a great performance.

Comment: The “snub” thing. Too much ink has been spilled using this overused and misapplied term. Those who nominated apparently wanted to “snub” Jennifer Lopez here for Hustlers. Or maybe, maybe, they just though the other five were more deserving. This looks like it could have been an actual snub (rare), as this performer is worth a half billion, and did the halftime performance at the biggest TV event of the year. Maybe people thought that was enough. Maybe they just didn’t like her. Or maybe they just didn’t like the film, and overlooked her performance because of that. Or maybe, maybe, they just thought the other performances were better.

Director

Martin Scorsese, “The Irishman”
Todd Phillips, “Joker”
Sam Mendes, “1917”
Quentin Tarantino, “Once Upon a Time in Hollywood”
Bong Joon Ho, “Parasite”

The winner: Mendes. He’s pretty much wrapped it up with the guilds, and now with the BAFTA award, it’s likely his. And the Academy loves technically complex films, and loves to award their directors.

Comment: I suppose there is an outside chance that Ho might win for Parasite. I would have predicted that as a real possibility a month ago. But the love for 1917 just keeps growing. Scorsese is getting ignored about now, which is sad because The Irishman may be remembered in the future as his magnum opus. Same with Tarantino. Any other year, either of them could have won with their film.

Animated Feature

“How to Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World,” Dean DeBlois
“I Lost My Body,” Jeremy Clapin
“Klaus,” Sergio Pablos
“Missing Link,” Chris Butler
“Toy Story 4,”  Josh Cooley

Winner: Toy Story  4

Comment: Klaus has been receiving a lot of love lately. And the others have as well. They may well cancel each other out.

Adapted Screenplay

“The Irishman,” Steven Zaillian
“Jojo Rabbit,” Taika Waititi
“Joker,” Todd Phillips, Scott Silver
“Little Women,” Greta Gerwig
“The Two Popes,” Anthony McCarten

The winner: Jojo Rabbit

Comment: My first guess was Little Women, as I think the entire Academy wanted to award Gerwig for her work, especially since she was “snubbed” for a directing nomination. But the momentum has moved to Jojo.

Original Screenplay

“Knives Out,” Rian Johnson
“Marriage Story,” Noah Baumbach
“1917,” Sam Mendes and Krysty Wilson-Cairns
“Once Upon a Time in Hollywood,” Quentin Tarantino
“Parasite,” Bong Joon-ho, Jin Won Han

Winner: Parasite

Comment: Parasite is greatly respected, and many will feel that no wins for Picture and Director will be short shrift, and that its guaranteed win for Best International Film isn’t enough. I was hoping for Marriage Story, but the writer-director will just have to wait.

Cinematography

“The Irishman,” Rodrigo Prieto
“Joker,” Lawrence Sher
“The Lighthouse,” Jarin Blaschke
“1917,” Roger Deakins
“Once Upon a Time in Hollywood,” Robert Richardson

Winner: 1917. No doubt. This will be legendary cinematographer Roger Deakins’ second award, and it might easily have been his fifth or sixth. No question on this one.

Best Documentary Feature

“American Factory,” Julia Rieichert, Steven Bognar
“The Cave,” Feras Fayyad
“The Edge of Democracy,” Petra Costa
“For Sama,” Waad Al-Kateab, Edward Watts
“Honeyland,” Tamara Kotevska, Ljubo Stefanov

The winner: American Factory

Comment: This is produced by the Obamas. For Hollywood, that’s all they need to know.

Best International Feature Film

“Corpus Christi,” Jan Komasa
“Honeyland,” Tamara Kotevska, Ljubo Stefanov
“Les Miserables,” Ladj Ly
“Pain and Glory,” Pedro Almodovar
“Parasite,” Bong Joon Ho

The winner: Parasite (see best original screenplay above). In a year of locks, this is the lockiest.

Film Editing

“Ford v Ferrari,” Michael McCusker, Andrew Buckland
“The Irishman,” Thelma Schoonmaker
“Jojo Rabbit,” Tom Eagles
“Joker,” Jeff Groth
“Parasite,” Jinmo Yang

The winner: Ford v Ferrari

Comment: The American Cinema Editors award went to Parasite. But Ford v Ferrari is just a normal film without its editing.

Sound Editing

“Ford v Ferrari,” Don Sylvester
“Joker,” Alan Robert Murray
“1917,” Oliver Tarney, Rachel Tate
“Once Upon a Time in Hollywood,” Wylie Stateman
“Star Wars: The Rise of SkyWalker,” Matthew Wood, David Acord

The winner: Ford v Ferrari

Comment: People are still arguing about what this category means, and how it differs from the next category. I just hope Joker doesn’t win, and I have a soft spot for Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. Tarantino’s film “deserves” to win—whatever that means—but we’ll see.

Sound Mixing

“Ad Astra”
“Ford v Ferrari”
“Joker”
“1917”
“Once Upon a Time in Hollywood”

The winner: 1917

Comments: What’s fascinating about this year’s films is that they major in different applications of visual effects. Endgame is a classic and important superhero movie with high production values. The de-aging process was put to its best use in The Irishman. The Lion King is an unusual film in that it’s made to NOT look like an animated film. And Star Wars is Star Wars. Minds brighter than mine think 1917 will win, but for reasons I don’t quite understand or agree with. In a year of outstanding visual effects, no one film—pardon me—stands out.

 

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1917

What recent film reminded me of Psycho, Gravity, Million Dollar Baby, Birdman, Rope, The Revenant, True Grit, All Quiet on the Western Front, Paths of Glory, The Searchers, Deuteronomy 20:19-21, and Psalm 1:3 (the last two being Bible references)? Why, that would be 1917, of course! (Details at the addendum below).

1917 is the recently released World War I film that is snatching up the Best Picture awards from a surprising number of groups, starting with the Golden Globes, and is now, with the PGA award, the surprising frontrunner in a year of very good films. If you know anything about it at all, it’s that it is created to appear as one long take. It’s an achievement, but it’s also an experience, and more touching than some critics are giving it credit for.

The technological wonder of it all is legitimate artistically, to a point; the plot involves getting from point A to point B alive, and the one-take approach gives us an unbroken experience with our leads. It can be distracting for some, but my experience with it was a combination of connection to the plot, identification with the main players, and a joy of experiencing a dazzling technical display. Knowing that it was the work of legendary Roger Deakins (who will surely win his second Oscar for this) was part of my enjoyment.

Critics are correct in that the plot is thin. But so what? That’s a topic worthy of much discussion, and as an American, I am supposed to be guilty of putting too much emphasis on plot. A simple plot is neither a good or bad thing in itself; here the simplicity helps keep focus, and the main goal stays the main goal. Making it through alive and delivering a message is always kept in the forefront, and with that always in place, we can continually connect with both the actor/s and the self-conscious but stunning visual approach.

The screenplay is both surprisingly good and occasionally hokey. With a single-minded focus encapsulated in the simulation of an unbroken shot, emotion might seem to have no place. Not true (spoiler alert, big-time). But with the death of Lance Corporal Blake, we are forced to stop, and we are forced to see what it looks like to see a young man die. It’s also a transformative scene for Lance Corporal Schofield, who inherits the assigned task—and the film–from Blake and must shift into another gear internally (and then must show those changes to the viewer subtly but externally, which he does). There are some genuine moments that will take you out of your seat, and one or two that you don’t see coming. The ending is also traditional but well-done, in that reserved British way. The simple plot also adds a layer when (spoiler alert again), the men are told to make sure that the delivery of their message is witnessed by others.

The hokeyness may be in the eye, mind, and brain of the beholder. But the sequence of the French girl and the baby seems a bit much, and too much of a classic war trope to be fresh. Our lead does seem to escape a good deal more than might be expected. The whole cherry tree scene should have been left on the proverbial cutting room floor (proverbial because this is shot in digital). Lastly, the appearance of a whole group of could-have-been-helpful British officers is strange in timing, to say the least.

Deakins (along with director Sam Mendes) is known for his gorgeous images, and while the film seems to be about camera movement, there are impressive images throughout. Specifically, the “war is hell” cliché is visualized more than once, and while the film never goes Terrance Malick on the viewer, the shots of nature and water are never less than beautiful.

The casting is typical and unusual at the same time. The two leads are relative unknowns, a given for this kind of film where we are supposed to connect with a character, his tasks, and his environment rather than a star. Fortunately, the acting is stellar, and in a year with weaker male lead performances, George MacKay may have been in the running for acting awards (though the script doesn’t allow him the big Oscar-y moments that the Academy loves to nominate). What I found fascinating were the “important” people the soldiers meet along the way, each one a British film or television star. Of course, our first big name is Oscar winner and forever-Mr.-Darcy Colin Firth. Then we get a messed-up Andrew Scott, looking distracted, upset, and less than his handsome self. Then there is Mark Strong, who gives the “extra information” that moves the intensity of the plot up a notch. Somewhere along the line (not to give too much away) we get Oscar nominee and forever-Sherlock-Holmes Benedict Cumberbatch and, finally, Richard Madden, all taking their place as stakes in the ground of the script. It’s an approach that is worthy of further thought and study, as the familiarity of the actor gives us an instant connection, but can risk taking us out of the film entirely.

I agree with critics who wonder if this film will stand the test of time, and even a second viewing. Much will be lost in a second viewing, as we know what happens all along the way. But the enjoyment of the technical triumph may well make it even more rewarding; this is a time-will-tell scenario. But the audience for my viewing was riveted throughout, and was as hushed and engaged as any recent film audience I’ve encountered. This is a film that is as intense as a murder mystery, and that may be the reason some stay away. But the film is structured solidly enough, and has its emotional moments; it will likely become a classic. And once you step back from the main characters and the plot, this is a film with enough comments on war to fuel a myriad of master’s theses.

Last thought: 2019 has been a very good year for film. Just look at the nominees for Best Picture (which hardly constitute all that was good last year). The Irishman, while being slightly denigrated for being too similar to previous Scorsese films—a ridiculous charge in the light of its elegiac approach—will be considered a masterwork in the future. Parasite is already a classic. Marriage Story is taking longer to find its place in film history, but it will be considered a great film in time. And Once Upon a Time…in Hollywood is not only Tarantino’s best, but has already carved out a place for itself among modern great films. 1917 arrived late, and its look makes it something of a standalone. No, it’s not “like” the other films in this paragraph, and shouldn’t be compared (though it will—a downside of awards season). But it will definitely earn its place among the great war films, and its depths (which are there in spite of its attractive superficial technical characteristics) will be plumbed and admired in time.

Addendum (spoiler alerts)

Psycho: The film kills its main character early, and the film is then carried by another.

Gravity: A huge technical achievement with a long (apparent) tracking shot.

Birdman: See Gravity, but the whole film is one long (apparent) tracking shot.

Rope: See Birdman.

The Searchers: A simple plot is made more complex with some added information (in the Western, the thought that Ethan might not simply rescue Debbie).

Million Dollar Baby: A film that appeared late in the season, apparently from nowhere, and gobbled up all the major awards.  

The Revenant: Our 1917 hero goes through some similar tough times in nature, and the Oscar-winning cinematography is often uninterrupted.

True Grit: Because it contains some stunning Deakins imagery.

 All Quiet on the Western Front: The great early classic WWI film, featuring an emotional death scene, and because it too was strong and beautiful.

Paths of Glory: Another classic WWI film, with all those reverse tracking shots through the trenches.

Deuteronomy 20:19-21: Leave the fruit trees alone!

Psalm 1:3 Because of the last shots of our hero. (You’ll have to look it up….)

 

 

 

 

 

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Quick Cuts: Winter Holiday Films

To get personal for a minute, the reason I haven’t been writing here is because my life has been turned gloriously upside down, plus it’s been the holidays, plus we’ve had lots of company, plus I’ve been prepping for teaching four film courses this semester instead of one. Since there is no way I can properly “catch up,” I’m providing some brief thoughts on the films I saw recently. So in no particular order:

Bombshell

Great and almost unnerving performance by Charlize Theron as Megyn Kelly, a good performance by Nicole Kidman as Gretchen Carlson, and another excellent performance by Margot Robbie. The film didn’t find the sweet spot in this mash-up of politics, news, allegiances, and political correctness, so it doesn’t quite coalesce as it should. It will be a perfect Rorschach test for future study, however, in the political and intellectual divides currently wreaking havoc among us as views try to come to terms with how they are supposed to feel about the people and issues in this movie. It will be ignored at the Oscars, in spite of a few nominations.

Uncut Gems

Thought by some to be a near-masterpiece, this features one of the two great Adam Sandler performances of his (dramatic) career. It’s intense, loud, fast, profane to the max, and has exhausting camerawork and editing. It also features perfect casting by Idina Menzel in a non-musical role. Since I didn’t find Sandler’s character as charming as I believe the film hoped to present his character, the movie was a thoroughly unpleasant experience about bad people doing bad things.

Marriage Story

The most adult movie of the year in many ways, this features great performances by Adam Driver (the actor of 2019, IMHO), Scarlett Johansson, and Laura Dern (who will win the Oscar, and deservedly, for her performance here—she actually made me forget I was watching the actress). It’s intense, sometimes infuriating, and lean and mean in execution. Probably writer-director Noah Baumbach’s most accomplished film. It’s not as “big” as The Irishman or Once Upon a Time…in Hollywood, but it’s nearly as good. If you’re married and thinking of divorcing, see this first, and see what can get unleashed when things get out of control. (There’s a happier ending than you might think.)

The Private Lives of Elizabeth and Essex (1939)

I hit a couple of films from “Hollywood’s Greatest Year”. This featured a 32-year-old Bette Davis playing a 60-something Queen Elizabeth I and a mostly fictitious relationship with the supposedly much younger Lord Essex, played surprisingly well by 31-year-old Errol Flynn. The two didn’t get along (which doesn’t show), and Davis reportedly thought little of Flynn’s acting talent; much later, viewing it on television, she changed her mind. Yes, of course she’s the powerhouse, but Flynn is actually quite good, especially with heightened and challenging dialogue. He was known primarily for his looks and ability to swashbuckle, but I didn’t remember what a lovely speaking voice he possessed. A rather high-toned affair, but I can now cross it off my list.

The Two Popes

This might have suffered by being on Netflix rather than in the theaters. It’s a highly intelligent, often funny, and sometimes moving account of the move from Pope Benedict to Pope Francis. It’s a marvelously crafted film that covers much more territory—life events as well as thought—than what one might expect. It’s actually quite entertaining and very intelligent. People who actually READ the Bible may catch a rather obvious goof in a Bible reference. (So sad that folks who did such a deep dive into Catholic doctrine and the personal history of the current pope would have messed this up. If anyone taking a good look at the script, or acting the words, or being on set when the mistake was made, had actually spent any time reading the Bible, that mistake would not be in there.) The powers that be have put great actor Jonathan Pryce (Francis) in the lead category at the Oscars, and Anthony Hopkins (Benedict) in the supporting category, and they both got nominations. They are equal partners, and they are both fantastic. When I first saw the first half of the film, I thought that Hopkins was doing the better job. Then the film pays more attention to Francis, and Pryce steals the limelight. Two great actors with a smart script and a creative director. There’s a bit too much left-leaning politics toward the end, and the film loses its perspective at that point. Otherwise, a nearly great film.

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

Yes, it’s neither current nor old. But so good. If you haven’t seen it, do so. So incredibly creative and fresh.

Parasite

A ground-breaking film that is most definitely not for everyone. This film is opening the door to Asian films as few others have. Meticulously crafted, so well-acted, and there is twist after twist. I didn’t love the last 15 minutes, and I didn’t believe this last unexpected (or was it??) direction the film took. A lock for Best International Film, and a genuine contender for Best Film and Best Director.

Knives Out

A flat-out entertaining film. Smart, funny, and a mash-up of the game of Clue and Agatha Christie. Lead Daniel Craig doesn’t always hold on to his accent, but certainly holds on to the fun he’s having in the role. The movie is a triumph in its keeping a slightly exaggerated tone throughout while remaining believable, grounded, and fun—tough to do. This is what they used to call a movie-movie. Great cast, good acting, fun plot line, bigger than life. Don’t miss this one.

Of Mice and Men (1939)

Another from “the great year.” Surprisingly long takes, with long scenes playing out with a static camera, or just some smooth tracking work. Lon Chaney, Jr., known as a generally bad actor who could never approach the heights of his father’s work, and who is more known for playing movie monsters, turns in the best and most solid work of his career. Very much a film of its time, and very much a film adaptation of a play, the best part of it for me was the fluid camerawork associated with director Lewis Milestone (All Quiet on the Western Front, the 1931 version of The Front Page). Again, another box for me to check off.

Little Women

No, not the new version, but I prepared myself by seeing the 1949 overproduced MGM version. A lovely and luminous young Elizabeth Taylor, a surprisingly young Janet Leigh, a completely wrong Margaret O’Brien (only because two young), and a surprise to me, a performance by June Allyson that actually worked and that I enjoyed. Too lush by far, but it set me up for seeing the new version well.

Ford v Ferrari

Another old-fashioned movie-movie that is completely entertaining. Matt Damon is an under-appreciated actor, and does well here, but Christian Bale once again transforms himself into his character. For those who love good acting, car racing, and true stories, this is your film. It’s getting a little lost right how, but will become a well-remembered film, if not something of a classic.

Quick thoughts on The Golden Globes

In one sense, completely predictable. And yet 1917 for Best Picture-Drama, and for Best Director. Few saw that coming, and it pushes the film to the front for Best Picture at the Oscars.

Jennifer Lopez lost for Best Supporting Actress for Hustlers (and then failed to get an Oscar nomination). Is that fair? This is the Hollywood Foreign Press, a relatively small group of writers from other countries writing about American films, so there is no logic. Ricky Gervais, whom I normally don’t really like but whom I’ve enjoyed at the Globes, was just too distant this year, and pulled the evening down, a real regret. Michelle Williams, I love you as an actress—you are so very diverse and so very talented. You are an American treasure. But your faulty thinking/speaking that the award is also for the person and the choices they’ve made is simply ridiculous, and was an excuse for your divisive rant that did what Gervais warned against—it veered once again into politics, with virtue signaling that could have been seen on the moon. Michele, your thought connections were faulty, as was your topic. Lastly, I believe the four major film acting awards are a complete preview of the Oscar winner—Phoenix, Zellweger, Pitt, and Dern. We’ll see!

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A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

Most of the positive press about this film has to do with “how much we need a movie like this right now,” and there’s a good deal of validity to those sentiments. An openly emotional movie that neutralizes cynicism is a tonic to the current zeitgeist. What’s often being lost in the discussion (which too often has a condescending political edge to it) is the actual film itself.

A Beautiful Day, directed by Marielle Heller (last year’s Can You Ever Forgive Me? and some television work) is a slightly bumpy, direct, and solidly/stolidly directed film whose emotional punches arise from its plot and especially from its two main actors. It’s loosely based on a real-life writer, Tom Junod, who wrote a piece on Mr. Rogers for Esquire Magazine back in 1998 and formed a life-long friendship with the television star. Junod becomes Lloyd Vogel here, as his film character’s issues with his dad became so dramatic in the screenplay that Junod asked for a name change. The writers also apparently added some of their own experiences as relatively new fathers to add color and depth to the character. So proceed understanding that that this is a “based on a true story” story.

The set-up is classic if not cliché. Cynical person/writer/whatever-you-want is forced to connect with someone/something that challenges their cynicism and they come away (spoiler alert) changed. Fortunately, the cynical one is played by Matthew Rhys (TV’s “The Americans”), an actor of range that brings an intensity always and a dark pessimism and sarcasm when he wants. Great casting choice, and he does a very good job, hitting every beat. A clear, straight performance like this was what is required when you’re pairing with someone perceived as a mystery.

Of course the focus of attention has largely been on America’s film Everyman Tom Hanks, another excellent casting choice. There may be someone else in the country that could bring Hanks’ All-American persona, acting chops, and absolute sincerity to this role, but I can’t think of one who could bring all three. His is the first name in the cast, but is essentially a lesser co-lead, and the producers are clearly offering him for nomination in the Best Supporting Actor category.

Hanks is facing a giant acting challenge here, and does some of his best recent work in the role. Fred Rogers isn’t the easiest person to portray, either as a television performer doing his own singing, puppetry, and acting on his show, but also as a television producer, husband, father, and in this film’s presentation of him, a living legend known for his kindness and nearly pastoral ability to focus in on a person’s needs. It seems as if we can see Hanks working hard to be the character at times, but it could just as easily be Fred Rogers being as measured, calm, and thoughtful as he reportedly was. In either case, it works. Playing quiet and deeply caring (in both the emotional and active senses) is as great a challenge as doing Shakespeare well.

Apparently, there was a great deal of resistance from the Rogers camp to having a film about the man, but they were ultimately won over by this approach. He’s not a saint here (in terms of unattainability), and seems unnecessarily enigmatic at times, a fault that might be the screenplay’s as much as Hanks’. The script, however, doesn’t always fall into easy and obvious answers, and sometimes lets silence doing its talking; for instance, Vogel asks Rogers about his celebrity, making a sharp distinction (in his mind) between the person of Fred Rogers and the character the writer is assuming he plays on television. It would have been easy for an obvious slam-dunk explanation that there is no separation between the real-life Rogers and his TV persona, but the film wisely has Rogers absorb but not answer the question, an astute “omission” that lets the viewer fill in the gap themselves.

There is a playful element in the film that can come off as cute and imaginative, or twee and cloying. I’m somewhere in the middle on it. There is the obviously artificial TV set of “the neighborhood” and then there is the reality of the film. The film works to blend the two into one, which is perhaps a nod to the fact that both the person and character of Mr. Rogers are the same. But as the film moves into deeper dramatic territory, this effect is less powerful, even distracting. The film, like Wes Anderson’s Grand Budapest Hotel, changes its aspect ratio, but not to differentiate time periods, but to distinguish the television work (1.33:1) from the rest of the film (the normal modern 1.85:1). That more subtle differentiation might have been enough.

This is as good a non-documentary film on Fred Rogers that we are likely to ever get. Hanks in the lead role. A solid performance from an actor playing a cynic who is finally convinced of Mr. Roger’s sincerity, and in fact allows FR to change his life. Plus the wise move of having Rogers being the secondary character rather than the first, the more to objectively view him, my dear. In spite of the rather traditional arc that the lead has to make, and the back-and-forth between performance and reality that doesn’t always work, this film is worth seeing for the two performances alone. Plus, hey, we could all use a little more Fred Rogers right now, yes?

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Frozen II

I usually consider sequels as a series of problems that need to be addressed. The huge success of Frozen made the sequel’s stakes higher and the creative decision-making both more focused and more challenging. We have to keep Elsa and Anna, of course, as well as Kristoff and Sven. But how do we add drama and tension? And what about Olaf? He was a delight in the first, so do we give him more to do in the sequel, and if so, how much more? Anna and Sven are in love, but where is their relationship now, and where is it going? Saving Arendelle worked last time, so do we put a twist on it and do it again?

What big challenges are going to come between the sisters? Do we dig into their pasts, or is everything in the present looking toward the future? And then there are the musical questions—how much, of course, and how can anyone ever hope to capture “Let it Go” lightning in a bottle a second time?

Fortunately, Frozen II answers these questions in as creative a way as one could hope, with one mild caveat. Disney is generally synonymous with magic, but the focus here is on the powers of the enchanted woods, and the elements therein. (You will have to break it to the children that in spite of its importance in the plot line, water doesn’t actually have memory.) The animism gets a bit thick, and the emphasis is probably the film’s one small weakness.  The plotline gets a bit muddied because of it, and the departure from normal Disney magic pulls the film away from the more direct and rather less complicated world that the film previously created with Frozen. Perhaps this is Disney’s way of darkening up the sequel, a common approach (The Godfather: Part Two, The Empire Strikes Back, etc.). While perhaps distancing the film from its younger viewers this way, it also opens it to some of the most elegant Fantasia-like imagery since, well, Fantasia.

The film is densely packed with wit, creativity, and stunning imagery. The sequences of Elsa in the woods are often strikingly lovely. The film rightly keeps the Elsa-Anna connection tight, but it verges on being a little much, as Anna is supposed to be in love with Kristoff, whose attempts at proposals are one of the bright spots. The sisterly love, though, is as sacrificial as before, and is probably the two films’ greatest theme. It’s so refreshing to see a Disney film that 1) doesn’t have a rebellious teen trying to get away from “abusive” authority figures, and 2) doesn’t have someone’s main lesson be to “follow their heart,” a motto that can get a person into trouble as much as it helps them find their way.

Everyone moves forward here—though I missed the shopkeeper (who appeared but had nothing to do). Elsa has a new journey—physically and emotionally. Anna makes what turns out to have the greatest journey of all in some ways, but no spoilers here. Kristoff grows up a little, and Olaf is busier than ever (a good thing for this viewer).

The biggest reservation that people have about this “not being as good as the first movie” is that it has simply, and necessarily, lost its freshness. The sisterly love has already been established (and here built on). We already know that Olaf is delightful. We have the main characters down, the locale is familiar, and the personal dynamics are set. But the film does all it can to make up for the loss in freshness with its humor, its intelligence, and its beauty. Nothing can replace the joy of finding new characters, new relationships, and new worlds, but Frozen II nearly makes up for that loss in other ways.

One difference that may or may not work for some viewers is the move toward traditional musical forms. There are moments where the film is something of an animated version of a mid-century M-G-M musical, and the form and the songs stick out a little. However, the main number by Kristoff is a satire on ‘80s music videos, and is funny enough to take one out of the film (in the best way—I couldn’t stop laughing). Olaf also does a couple of recap skits that are absolutely delightful (if you really want to see all of him, stay after the credits, but it’s not really worth it—and this is from a major Olaf fan.) Kristin Bell as Anna gets to show off her voice, especially in her upper range, in a way that occasionally threatens to overpower powerhouse Idina Menzel. Then of course there is “Into the Unknown,” the “Let it Go” song here sung by Menzel which will not be sung by as many little girls as “Let it Go,” but is a lovely song in and of itself. And BTW, “Let it Go” is lovely referred to in the film, as are several other moments of the first film; Frozen II seems to have a healthy and non-competitive relationship with its predecessor.

One of the film’s great strengths is that there is always something going on, and there are multiple layers of meaning and activity. Warning; the college professor is about to come out: A creative comparison could be made with an animated feature like The Good Dinosaur, which is as thin and uninteresting as Frozen II is dense and entertaining. The film will take several viewings to catch everything going on. Yes, I understand that Disney is a corporate behemoth that knows how to market well and encourages multiple viewings of its films. Here, though, it’s warranted. Frozen II is a delightful, beautifully drawn, funny, and smart film that shows what can be done when creative answers are as important as the bottom line.

 

 

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