Thursday, November 22, 2012

Review: The Master



“Always make the audience suffer as much as possible. A glimpse into the world proves that horror is nothing other than reality.” Alfred Hitchcock’s own quote about Psycho is more than adequate for any analysis of why we watch Paul Thomas Anderson; it is the marquee of his mastery. A master of scene development, Anderson presses us to hold attention for not a glimpse but an inward journey. Quite the competition of the Andersons this year for Best Picture, the arguments will stem from a preference for construing a story: while Wes Anderson shows us a beautiful picture in totality, Paul Thomas Anderson shows us a focused subject that engages our commitment as if there was a person to converse with us. 

The story revolves around the relationship that forms between the characters of Freddie (Phoenix) and Lancaster (Hoffman). Far from being an extensively detailed waltz between two competing auteurs as the trailer almost led us to believe, the story is a crafted cruise, churning the dark and clear waters we think are so easily separated, of how two men trying to walk a road that frightens them to their core can so very often find each other, and what happens when they come to see each other as long-lost “friends”, even if neither truly believe anyone can ever be a friend. 

The clash is of human endurance, not goals. We do not see a careful craftsman or a droll drone in either of these men. Scenes of a seemingly brilliant and boisterous man losing his temper over semantics is not the portrayal of anyone we are being told to think of as malicious or malevolent, or even manipulative. Scenes of resistance and resilience in the face of simple temptation with little consequence for the taste will not provoke a sense of patsy or sycophant. 

The two instead are good soldiers, staunch and stalwart, holding their post against all odds with general conviction as to how they have arrived. The signals they send out are not for aid but as a signal, a flare, to remind that they are still here. Whether we “side” with either of them is inconsequential. They are usually too far out of reach, we being one of the messages that did not make it through the enemy barrage. However, in them we see those forces of containment we so often see in ourselves, and we see how these two are dealing with it, respective of who they are as people.

In long holds or slow tracking shots with very little camera motion and drawn pans into the occasional close-up or intimate conversation we are not invited to take what we want from the scene, but to see what is there. Only twice does the camera give a perspective shot, and the scenes are so stark and stripped we immediately recognize the unreliability; even if we could touch these two, feel them in us, we would be at loss for which way to begin looking, wanderers we be, not travelers. What we take has little to do with how we respond to the characters, but how we respond to our notion of who they are and why they are acting as they do, as we would someone we know. They do not do “good” or “bad”. They do “them”.  How we react to that and comprehend that says as much about the structure as it does about sensibilities. 

We are meant to fall asleep next to the sand figure, someone to hold, but just as easily slipping through our fingers. As sand itself never forms much of a solid foundation, in a lifetime when all we seek is to become something else, we are constantly escaping our own grasp; others are even more ethereal. The warmth in this movie is for those who seem to be what the resilience will push away, not for those close to us, proximity or “personally”. We repeat over and over a process that does little to show anything other than our own need to understand ourselves through someone else and somewhere else. Whether we try to explain our dream or ignore it or rage against it, we are all too often found in the same cells, right next to each other, far more often shouting for everyone else to shut up, no matter how comforting or close they could be.

A film certainly of ironic and enterprising imagery, Anderson concludes the true “film season” with a Man vs. Man vs. Fate vs. Society story, pitting us not on any side but rather wondering as per what side we are on, and whether we believe in our own explanations enough to think that if we are not helping, we are failing. Perhaps we might even wonder what exactly we might measure as failure.

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Friday, July 1, 2011

Review: No Strings Attached...or Friends with Benefits...why did it change titles for the re-release?

For the avid fans whom I know have been waiting for my reviews of actual movies, do not worry, they are coming. Sorry for the delay, Fundamentals of American Law is 666 pages and Introductory International Law is 572 pages...yeah...oh, and I still have Arabic to learn, and writing two papers on nanofibers, so no biggie. Anyway...In the mean time I figured I could adequately apologize for my tardiness by just commenting on the trailers I have seen for No Strings Attached being re-released on July 22nd as Friends With Benefits. I guess when you rename a movie people will go watch it again, but I am very confused by a lot of things I see in the trailers. I will explain in detail.

I guess I just found it strange that they wanted to re-release the movie since it was hardly worth watching the first time. The trailers do not seem to show anything really different though. As a matter of fact the two trailers from January and now the new ones from yesterday are almost the exact same thing. The dialogue, the framing, the camera angle, the "jokes" and the dialogue; it just seems like all they did was rename the movie. I don't know, I guess they just knew Transformers would suck and after producing anything with Justin Bieber Paramount wanted to make a movie that actually made $147 million more than expected...or was it Screen Gems...eh, F&^% it!

I am a little worried about how some things in the movie are not how I remember them to be. Natalie Portman is not as attractive, she is taller and now has a deep tan. Plus her acting talent has totally disappeared. I guess all the effort of making Your Highness was very taxing on her. When you make such an awesome parody of bad movies I guess it takes a lot out of you. And Ashton Ketchup is even worse than he normally is...and he is shorter too. Hum, I do not remember them looking like this but what do I know, all I remember from the first movie was the dumb carrot joke anyway since that was the only thing worth remembering.

So the movie premise is that these two are sleeping with each other but agree that emotions will not get in the way...gee, I wonder what's going to happen...

Yeah that's about it. I guess where the plot is boring as a piece of toast the dialogue is "edgy" because someone says the word masturbate. Oh, and that incredibly pathetic, I mean funny scene at the bar that goes on for fifteen minutes about how much fun it is going to be when you have sex with your unconscious wife. Yeah, these characters are awesome...so anyway back from death and depression, sorry I meant marriage...

Apparently in the "new" trailer their is even a scene that is SUPER racy because Woody Harrelson says that they are sleeping together and let's the whole audience know what's going on is such an over the top fashion we know they are DEFINITELY having sex outside of marriage...OH MY GOD! I really do not remember this scene from the movie and I really do not remember Woody Harrelson at all...eh, maybe I just missed that part where he stops by in between hunting wanted Mexican drug cartel assassins and running over zombies to be a huge movie producer. You know scenes like that are very easy to miss. Maybe it happened when I went to the bathroom ten minutes in...I was trying to stab my eyes out with a soda bottle...

Also, aside from Natalie Portman's scene where she says "We should use each other for sex." they had to put in the scene that makes it even more obvious that they are going to have sex and joke about it but eventually they cave into feelings. You know, the scene where she asks why they never show you what happens in the movie after the romantic kiss and short Ashton Kushie says "Oh they do, they call them pornos." Oh man, that is so funny and witty. I'll bet Michael Bay spent five minutes helping them write that dialogue. It is always a good idea to show contempt for the audience; just ask M. Night Shamamalama-sama-bama-kuh.

I guess it could be worse: short Ashton Kabul could always walk in front of me and actually hit me over the head with a pipe wrench. Maybe I should be grateful...

So yeah, I don't know. I guess Paramount is just at that point where they are so cynical they just say that another production company is putting out their movie under a different name, and not change anything of substance or style at all. I mean I know there is no group of people who are so lazy and cynical that they watch the movie someone else made and literally word for word, scene for scene copy it and put in that "other girl" from Black Swan and the other ex-Abercrombie and Fitch unless meat pack, I mean zombie, I mean "model" rather than actually try casting or writing for themselves...I mean that would just be pathetic on a level even George Lucas could not top. I guess I just want to chastise them for thinking the same exact movie under a different title will trick people for very long into thinking it is a new movie.

Maybe they at least decided to really focus on how it is actually a horror film and will help serve as a prequel to the new Zombieland movie. Maybe short Ashton Kurukannan will be the first one eaten...I'd love to see that scene. Maybe they could use it as a metaphor on how overzealous use of your body will slowly cause you to be eaten away, only in the metaphor it's with zombies and not self eating flesh demons, or Groover. They could even use a low angle approach shot to demonstrate dominance of body over self. It would be a very moving scene.

I guess if you are a drooling idiot who has no concept of subtlety and like side boob shots you will love No Strings Attached with Natalie Portman and Ashton Kuddlebear, even though it got renamed Friends With Benefits. I guess it could be worse, I mean it could be that a studio totally stole the entire concept, direction, dialogue and tone of another studio's movie and just chucked in actors off of Craig's List and called it their own and new. At least there is still that much...

Wait a second I have to go answer my phone - I'll be right back.

Yup...yeah...no why?


Wait, what? What do you mean they are two different movi....

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...don't worry little Billy, mommy is coming soon, she can't live with this knowledge either....