Showing posts with label Blog-a-thon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blog-a-thon. Show all posts

Monday, April 14, 2008

All Hail the New Flesh: Part of the Sarris Blogathon

This post is part of the Andrew Sarris and The American Cinema blogathon.
I can think of no more worthy entrant into the category of Expressive Esoterica then Canadian auteur David Cronenberg. Most narrative mainstream film is marked by it's characters transformations over the course of the film; the workaholic father learns the value of hearth and home, the slacker youth straightens up under the weight of newfound responsibility, the whore with the heart of gold marries Richard Gere and so on. Heroes journeys are inherently transformative, but the films of director David Cronenberg embody transformation on a cellular level. Cronenberg has utilized graphic, fantastic transformations to underline the changes of his characters and it is one of his many marks as a director that elevates what in the hands of a less talented director be the stuff of late-night cable TV. Throughout his career Cronenberg's work has been marked by its fascination with alterations that are intimate and extraordinary and explore characters identity.

Cronenberg himself says on the topic of identity "The bigger question is that of identity. What does an identity consist of and is there a continuity of some kind in personality? Is there an absolute form of self from the beginning to the end of a person's life? Is it mental, is it physical? If you change yourself extremely in a physical way and consequently change yourself mentally, then are you the same person? You have the sense that you are, but is that just an illusion? On a romantic, personal level is this transformation different from the way you or I change? How would it affect us if we're involved in this person's life?"-Reel Conversations by George Hicknelooper

In utilizing the conventions of the horror genre, a medium that Cronenberg is exceedingly pleased to be working in, he has found a niche that has allowed him to create an extraordinary body of work for nearly three decades. On horror Cronenberg says "It seems natural to me to go where the primal energies and concerns are. With horror you are plugged directly into those things, there's no pussy-footing around." Through the prism of horror Cronenberg has tackled topics as diverse as abortion (The Brood), sexually transmitted diseases (Shivers, Rabid, the Fly), fetishes (Crash), our increasing fascinations with both televsion (Scanners, Videodrome) and virtual reality (eXinstenZ), violence (A History of Violence, Eastern Promises) and our deep unbridled fear of the unknown in the past (Spider) and future (The Dead Zone).
While Cronenberg's films can be labeled as violent and gory both these elements are precisely what the films require, they are never in excess and are never there solely to titilate. A fine example can be seen in A History of Violence, the film has two beautifully shot sex scenes, both are graphic but it MUST be noted that both underline how Tom and Edie Stall's (Viggo Mortensen and Maria Bello respectively) relationship has been changed by the events of the film. The first sex scene is cute, innocent, aping the conventions of a juvenile courtship complete with Edie dressed in a cheerleader's uniform. Cronenberg's shooting of the scene is unobtrusive, revealing Edie in her outfit, the score is playful. The next time the viewer sees the two being intimate the scene is infinitely more intense. The act is shot from a skewed angle and the scene is staged more like a violent sexual assault. Eventually Edie capitulates and the act becomes more sensual but no less violent. Both scenes do a great deal to inform us of how the Stall's world has changed.
Cronenberg's success lies not just in revealing his themes and telling stories but as an accomplished director of actors. Many directors of genre pictures may put their emphasis on their fx or if we're lucky on their stories, but Cronenberg from the beginning has a penchant for making decent actors effective and making good actors outside the norm appear great. Men like Christopher Walken, James Woods, Jeff Goldblum, Jeremy Irons and Viggo Mortensen have all done career best work under Cronenberg and it has all been to their advantage. None of these men would be considered matinee idols (with the possible exception of Mortensen who couldn't care less about being a movie star) they're all a bit rough hewn, off the beaten path type acors who Cronenberg has revealed to have enormous depths of feeling in the midst of fantastic chaos. The fact that he has dorected several of the men to Oscar nominations is well worth noting. Cronenberg has done wonders with his actresses as well a distingusihed group that includes Geena Davis, Genvieve Beujold, Maria Bello, Jennifer Jason Leigh and Holly Hunter. His female protagonists have been more then just scream queens, they are genuinely damaged by the horrors they see or impressively overcome them.
Cronenberg's acceptance by critics and audiences has grown by leaps and bounds over the years but while he's ventured further out into the mainstream he has lost none of the edge that fist helped him make his mark in 1975's Shivers (the image of a women being attacked by mutant parasites in the tub is still so potent as to have inspired the marketing and a key sequence of James Gunn's Slither nearly three decades later). Consider the fervor that was stirred up by Nikolai's nude bathhouse knife-fight in Eastern Promises and one is reminded of the outcry from viewers when Max Renn perused a channel where people were whipped and beaten in Videodrome. Both scenes have huge resonance and speak volumes about their characters, themes and the remarkable man who helped bring both scenes to life.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Make a Mann-Lover Out of You: Part of StinkyLulu's Supporting Actress Blogathon

This entry is part of Stinky Lulu's Class of 2007 Supporting Actress Blogathon. You can check out my fellow entrants here.

If there is one complaint that is time and again leveled against Judd Apatow is that he give his female characters short shrift. I can see why such criticism would come about but I think a good deal of it is myopic. The reason for this is perfectly encapsulated, in my opinion, by one of the finest and most under praised supporting-actress performances of the year: Leslie Mann as Debbie in Knocked Up.

In a world inhabited with immature (but incredibly amusing) man-children Debbie is an adult, maybe the only real genuine adult in the whole film. While both Ben (Seth Rogen) and Alison (Katherine Heigl) grow and mature their development is small and I've always felt that the film guarantees no happy endings for the couple (they'll be loving if not perfect parents but they never really come off as an idealized film couple). But Mann's character is a working mom with genuine love for her family and a not-so-great relationship with her husband. While she loves her family she hasn't let go of her insecurities about getting older and being a woman in her late thirties, though living with her younger, attractive sister in Los Angeles of all places probably doesn't help matters. Additionally living with Alison and her more free-wheeling husband Pete (Paul Rudd) is making her crave her own independence and shirk the responsibilities of adulthood.

When we first encounter Debbie in the film she is mired in domesticity. She is not only asleep with her husband but both children are sleeping in the room. The scene is telling as it immediately establishes the family is close but there can't be a lot of sex in the relationship anymore. When we next encounter her the family is getting ready for the morning and asks her husband to take the kids to school and Rudd explains he can't as he has a meeting with a personal trainer. She thinks its the first time he's telling her about it and despite protestations that he put it on the calendar Debbie isn't having it. Apatow never cuts to the calendar to ensure the veracity f Pete's claim and leaves it up to the audience. Eventually Alison volunteers to take the kids and for the first, but certainly not the last time, Debbie berates Pete, saying "you've turned my sister into a limo driver." These opening scenes establish a basic dynamic for the couple but it's not painting the whole picture. It would be so easy to label Mann's character as a shrill harridan but Mann and the script give her a lot more nuance. She's angry for her burden and it's something that gives the character real dimension and someone worthy of the viewers empathy.

Deb has two really critical scenes in the movie and both show-off that Mann is not only a skilled comic actress (something previously established from years of character work) but also can bring some fairly strong emoting. Both these scenes stem from her aforementioned insecurities. When she and Alison first visit a night-club to celebrate Alison's recent promotion the two walk right by the line to get in while Debbie tells Alsion "If I didn't get in I would've lost my shit" its a tiny moment but it foretells one of Debbie's biggest scenes in the film. Later on in the film with Alison now visibly pregnant she and Debbie cannot get in. Younger, more attractive women keep getting let in and Mann goes from sweet and pleasant to unbearably angry and shrill to completely shattered in the space of mere minutes. Below is the scene from the screenplay:
DEBBIE
What was that? What the fuck was that?

DOORMAN
It is what it is, sweetie. Now can you
step to the back, please?

ALISON
(to Debbie)
You know what? Maybe we should just
go.

DEBBIE
You don’t need to call me sweetie.

DOORMAN
Yeah, but maybe you should listen to
your friend.

DEBBIE
No, you don’t need to call me sweetie.

DOORMAN
All right, you want to come in, you’re
going to have to go to the end of the
line and wait like everybody else.

DEBBIE
I’m not going to go to the end of the
fucking line. Who the fuck are you? I
have just as much of a right to be
here as any of these little skanky
girls! What, am I not skanky enough
for you?! You want me to hike up my
fucking skirt?! What the fuck is your
problem?! I’m not going anywhere!
You’re just some ‘roided out freak
with a fucking clipboard. And your
stupid little fucking rope! You may
have power now, but you’re not God.
You’re a doorman! Okay? You’re a
doorman! Doorman! Doorman! So...fuck you, you fucking
fag with your fucking little faggy
gloves.

The Doorman grabs Debbie and takes her aside.

DOORMAN
Come here, come on.

The Doorman takes Debbie aside.

DOORMAN
(whispering)
I know. You’re right. I’m so sorry. I
fucking hate this job. I don’t want to
be the one to pass judgement and
decide who gets in. This shit makes me
sick to my stomach. I get the runs
from the stress. It’s not because
you’re not hot. I would love to tap
that ass. I would tear that ass up. I
can’t let you in because you’re old as
fuck...for this club, not, you know,
for the earth.

DEBBIE
What?

DOORMAN
You old. She pregnant. Can’t have a
bunch of old, pregnant bitches running
around. That’s crazy. I’m only allowed
to let in five percent black people.
He said that. Five percent. That mean
if there’s twenty-five people here, I
get to let in one-and-a-quarter black
people. So I got to hope there’s a
black midget in the crowd.

DEBBIE
Now I feel guilty. I’m sorry.

DOORMAN
Why y’all want to be in here anyway?
Y’all need to be at a yoga class or
something.
(regarding Alison)
What the fuck is she doing at the
club? That’s not even good parenting
right there. Your old ass should know
better than that.

DEBBIE
Oh, God. Ugh.
Debbie takes Alison away.


Later on as the two compare their woes on the sidewalk Debbie cries "Oh God, fucking men, I get worse looking and he gets better looking. It's so unfair." While the language be a bit more blue it's a sentiment that connects her to Bette Davis in All About Eve. Debs tears are real and it illustrates her frustration over this thing she has no control over. The scene is alternatively hilarious as her anger is so intense but the matter is just so trivial. She's so mad she's tripping over her own language to get the speech out. Her repeated poking at the bouncer "Doorman! Doorman!" is funny in and of itself but then once lifted from the page and onto the screen the fact that the tinier Mann could hardly pose a legitimate threat to the towering Robinson makes it all the more funny. At this point in the film Deb is at her lowest point. She's kicked Pete out of the house and is at the nadir of doubting her own sexuality (which is why she's so accommodating towards Jason Segal's Jason's shameless flirting). When people think of Knocked Up they tend to recall the comedic bits but just check out the incredible range of expression Mann plays with in this sequence.










In three minutes of performance time she absolutely runs the entire gamut of feeling all the while being underscored with some pretty damn funny dialogue.

The scene that puts Deb and Pete on the outs is played a bit straighter and not really going for laughs as much. Deb is suspicious that Pete is cheating on her and drags along Ben and Alison to investigate. What she uncovers is that he is actually sneaking out of the house to play in his fantasy baseball league. Here is the scene from the moment where Mann drags Rudd out of the house to confront him.

PETE
It’s a fantasy baseball draft. I’m not
cheating or anything.

DEBBIE
No, this is worse.

PETE
How is this worse?

DEBBIE
This is you wanting to be with your
friends more than your family.

PETE
Look, the reason I make that up is
because if I told you what I was
really doing, you would just get mad.
So, you think I’m seeing a band, I do
my fantasy draft, and it’s win/win.

DEBBIE
Well, what did you do last Wednesday
night when you said you went to see a
band?

PETE
I went to the movies.

DEBBIE
With who?

PETE
By myself.

DEBBIE
What’d you see?

PETE
“Spider-Man Three.”

DEBBIE
Why do you want to go by yourself? Why
didn’t you ask me to go?

PETE
Because I needed to get away, you
know? With work and you and the kids,
sometimes I just need some time to
myself.

DEBBIE
I need time for myself. I want time
for myself, too.

Debbie holds back tears.

DEBBIE (cont’d)
You’re not the only one.

PETE
It’s not that big of a deal.

DEBBIE
(through tears)
I like Spider-Man.

PETE
Okay, so let’s see “Spider-Man Three”
next week.

DEBBIE
I don’t want to go see it now.

PETE
Well...

DEBBIE
I don’t want to have to ask you to ask
me. I want you to just come up with it
on your own.

PETE
What? I don’t even know what to say.
Uh, what do you want me to do?

DEBBIE
You just think because you don’t yell
that you’re not mean, but this is
mean.

PETE
I’m not being mean. I’m being honest.
You’re telling me I need to be honest.
Just--

DEBBIE
No, you’re not. You’re lying.

PETE
I’m doing it because I need to keep my
sanity a little bit.

DEBBIE
You know what? I don’t want you at the
house anymore. Okay?

PETE
Come on.




While the way Mann lets the phrase "I like Spider-Man" escape her trembling lips has elicited laughs every time I've seen the film, the scene is pretty damn strong dramatically. Here Deb is being completely straightforward with her husband trying to get across to him that she too has individual desires and that she doesn't relish being the "bad guy." It's incredibly frustrating that she cant be the wild one, that she has to be the family fulcrum; the one worrying about doctors appointments and high concentrations of sexual predators living in the neighborhood. But not only that, she is desperate to actually be with Pete; for him to see her as the person he fell in love with and got married to, the person he can sneak out with and do fun stuff. This is genuine human drama and an issue that I've no doubt committed married couples must face. I defy any Apatow hater to watch this particular scene and say that the man is working against his female characters.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

The Endings Blog-a-Thon: Bringing Up Baby

If the title didn't tip you off this is part of Joe's Movie Corner Endings Blog-a-Thon. Click on the link to see my fellow bloggers entries.

Warning: This posting is dedicated entirely to revealing the ending of Bringing Up Baby if you have never seen the film I would urge you to go see it and then come back and enjoy this entry.

To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go.-Mary Oliver

Give a dog a bone/Leave a dog alone/Let a dog roam and he'll find his way home.-DMX, Ruff Ryders Anthem
Bringing Up Baby is the quintessential screwball comedy. As a door-slamming farce it's genre defining in its conventions. The flighty heiress, the tightly wound fuss-budget male, the mix-ups, the pratfalls, the double entendres and mistaken identities, the comedy is firing on all gears at all times. By the time film gets to the end though its been a pretty exhausting ride. If for some inexplicable reason you're reading this entry without having seen the film here's what's happened, hapless paleontologist Dr. David Huxley (Cary Grant) has been frantically searching for the intercostal clavicle, the last bone that will complete the brontosaurus skeleton that he and his fiancee, the aptly named Ms. Swallows have been working on. In the course of trying to get funding for the museum he stumbles into extrovert deluxe Susan Vance (Katherine Hepburn). David is utterly annoyed by Vance who of course completely taken by the wound-up David. She wants to help him out of his shell and in the course of several days has him cross-dressing, digging dog bones over his estate and fighting off a vicious leopard (phew).
You can check out the film's final ten minutes here but the scene I will be talking about begins at 5:28.


Even if one isn't an art lover they're likely to realize that David is sitting in such a way as to evoke Rodin's The Thinker. Having gone through his adventures with Susan he realizes he is no longer the man he once was and a dull, professional life with Alice Swallows is now incomprehensible to him. "Well, there's nothing else I can say, except that I'm glad that before our marriage, you showed yourself up in your true colors. You're just a butterfly." It's an intentionally ridiculous line. "Just a butterfly", it's cheer worthy, but a tight-ass like Swallows would never see the humor in the situation. Here screenwriters Dudley Nichols and Hagar Wilde give us the confirmation that yes, David has changed enough that even the most unaware characters in the film realize it.

David has a brief moment to consider all this when as usual his quiet is shattered by the approaching Susan. Hearing her coming he races up to the top of the skeleton. David has tried to get away from Susan before but this time he's not running from her but from his feelings towards her. I should also point out that while Ms. Swallows dress is rather tight and unappealing, Susan's outfit is flowing and distinctly feminine. At first she presents him with the macguffin, the intercostal clavicle bone he was missing. She runs up the ladder to further pursue David and now Hawks composes the two as equals. The ladder that Susan is perched on his rickety. Hawks composes a beautiful visual metaphor to the uncertainty of the would-be lovers. Their own concerns and jitters over possible rejection and their excitement in finding a partner grows and builds. This is all still discounting the huge sexual overtones of her having his bone.

The talk is loaded with entendre and very sexy but also economically and capable of wiping out great patches of exposition. As David begs Susan to get down she informs him of having the million dollars the museum needs thus wrapping up yet another lose plot thread. The two go back and forth (both figuratively and literally) with their exchanges all the while swinging with intense force. Sure they couldn't show having sex in the film but this scene goes to great lengths to convey just as much. If you were to take out the dialogue and just leave in the panting the scene essentially doubles as love-making, the quickening of pulses, the building tension and at last collapse and release.
Just listen to Hepburn's breathing at around 8:49, the woman is post-orgasmic.
Susan: It's too late, isn't it? I made a mess of everything, haven't I?
David: Oh no.
Susan: Oh, I was so happy when I found the bone this morning. Oh David, if I could only make you understand. You see, all that happened, happened, because I was trying to keep you near me, and I just did anything that came into my head. I'm so sorry.
David: Well, I ought to thank you.
Susan: Thank me?
David: Yes.
Susan: Well, why?
David: You see. Well, I've just discovered that was the best day I ever had in my whole life!
Susan: David, you don't mean that.
David: I never had a better time!
Susan: OH! But, but, but I was there.
David: Well, that's what made it so good.
Susan: Oh, did you really have a good time?
David: Yes, I did!
Susan: Oh, that's, but that's wonderful. Do you realize what that means? That means that you must like me a little bit.
David: Susan, it's more than that.
Susan: It is?
David: Yes, I love you, I think.
Susan: Oh, that's wonderful, because I love you too! Stop rocking, David.
David: Oh, I'm not rocking. I-I-I...
I love how that even at his most passionate David in all his enthusiasm can still only manage "I love you I think." The script never forgets for a moment that we're dealing with both romantic AND comedic elements so while things may be getting rather lovey-dovey there's a delightful physical bit of business as the ladders sways back and forth the distance extending perpetually. By the time the ladder falls the ending is no longer in question. Susan climbs aboard the skeleton and David reaches for her. Hawks cuts to a wide shot and we are witness to the rather remarkable shot of the enormous skeleton collapsing. Consider that the "child", the creation, of Swallows and David is the skeleton; dull, lifeless and inert. Susan and David's child has been the titular leopard, Baby; a living, vibrant animal full of passion and enthusiasm. Here over the literal wreck of remains, the end of David's old relationship a new coupling is made final. In short a perfect ending.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Last minute blogathon guy

Hey so while I've pimped the forthcoming class of 2007 supporting actress blogathon I just literally got notice that I'd been invited to participate in yet another blogathon: this one on film endings. This blogathon is being headed by Zhang Ziyi loving webmaster Joe of Joe's Movie Corner. I'm really psyched and think I have a killer entry lined-up (alas youtube took down one of the clips I was planning on using-bummer). The 'thon will be running a massive three days long (from the 27-30) which gives me some time to work. Expect an entry up some time either on Thursday or Friday at the latest. Those of you clamoring for a There Will be Blood review will have to wait as some unforeseen difficulties (and bad show times) have kept me away from this most anticipated last big release of the year. Hopefully I'll get a look at it tomorrow and have the review up at the same time.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

HEY! Who's got two thumbs and is now a legitimate member of the Film Blogosphere?

This GUY!

Hooray! I am as pleased as punch to have been accepted into my first blog-a-thon. I will do my best to be equal to my classier blog peers. You can be they sure as hell don't try to squeeze in a mention of Enchanted in every post (DAMNNIT!). You can find out more by clicking here.

And for a sampling of what you'll be in for you can click here.

Ooooooh who am I going to pick?

Oh and hey guys, thanks for helping me crack one thousand.