Saturday, December 5, 2009

‘Bonnie and Clive’: Lessons I learned from AN EDUCATION

The London captured in Director Lone Scherfig’s early 1960’s suburban portrait of Twickenham isn’t yet swinging, but it’s a tidily-organized, austere destination that is characterized as cold, damp, gray and dimly lit where diegetic echoes of French, Jazz and American Pop music emanate from wax and cigarette smoke floats amongst the musical notes. A cleverly designed title sequence (one in which Saul Bass would probably be proud of conceiving) moves in rhythm - - and in shapes and scribbles of ‘white chalk’ - - to Floyd Cramer's #1 hit (in the U.K., 1961) "On The Rebound" (a figurative title indicative of sexual relations yet to come) while the canvas of the movie screen is at once denoted to a chalkboard signifying: Class is in session.

Jenny (Carey Mulligan), is at the top of her class with marks destined to promise her a seat at the University of Oxford. At sixteen, she gracefully exudes a beauty and maturity not typical of her classmates with one foot in adolescence and the other in adulthood. A storm is afoot and changes are brewing in Jenny … and London. While leaving her literal classroom on foot during a rather torrential rainstorm, prosperity (twice Jenny’s senior) rounds the corner in the guise of David (Peter Sarsgaard) who welcomes Jenny into the comfortable confines of his Bristol luxury automobile. I was reminded of The Police’s “Don’t Stand So Close To Me”:

Wet bus stop, she’s waiting

His car is warm and dry

Like any naïve schoolgirl of the ‘60’s not accustomed to contemporary Stranger danger and with the added element of wet discomfort from the rain, Jenny eventually accepts his invitation after some clever wordplay. Additionally, she bargains for the temporary shelter of her cello and the objet d’affection for David as he is a lover of classical music and all its instruments. Incidentally, Jenny resembles the curvaceous shape and size of her negotiating chip and is undoubtedly an instrument with which he himself would like to play.

Music takes on an especially powerful significance in the film (as is typical in Screenwriter Nick Hornby’s work e.g. HIGH FIDELITY and ABOUT A BOY) with tracks that mirror Jenny and David’s playlist of their relationship including: “You've Got Me Wrapped Around Your Little Finger”; “Comin’ Home Baby”; “Teen Scene”; “Tell The Truth”; “Sweet Nothin’s”; “Since I Fell For You” and “Your Heart Is As Black As Night”. Musical cues subtly match moments of characters’ dialogue and actions for instance when David hatches a plot to lure Jenny to Paris on a Friday while Beth Rowley smokingly sings “A Sunday Kind Of Love” at the exact moment she belts out she doesn’t want a “Thursday, Friday or Saturday” kind of love. And when David and Jenny wander through a crowded casino club and Ray Charles’ backup singers cry out of the jukebox (for David no less) to ‘tell the truth’.

David reveals he is a man of the world, an accomplished jetsetter and bachelor or rather, a rebel whose suave veneer would equate him with Ian Fleming’s James Bond and it’s to David whom Jenny wishes to be bonded. Eventually, the two ‘life’ enthusiasts attend a classical music concert with David’s friends and ‘business’ colleagues, Danny (Dominic Cooper) and Helen (Rosamund Pike) who further take Jenny down the rabbit hole of art auctions, martini lunches, chain-smoking and sophistication.

Even Jenny’s traditionalist parents, Jack (Alfred Molina) and Marjorie (Cara Seymour) living in their impeccably straight-laced surroundings (which seem to be lacking in substantial lighting fixtures) are no match for David’s quick wit, incomparable charm and when all else fails, social lubrication. Equally (if not more so) focused on Jenny’s achievement of higher education and place in the world, Jack is the clichéd stick-in-the-mud (who’s unjustifiably racist, most particularly to Jews) father with standards of excellence and frugality he wishes to impress upon his daughter e.g. when he goes so far as to check the front lawn to see if their family owns a tree upon which money grows. David is the attractive landscaper (ala Rock Hudson, ALL THAT HEAVEN ALLOWS) who will chop down that trope.

With clever playacting and promises that he is able to introduce Jenny to Clive “C.S.” Lewis, the accomplished author, Christian apologist and former member of the Oxford faculty, David has Jack and Marjorie eating out of his hands which makes one wonder if he’s done this before (more on this later). Fallen under David’s seductive spell, Jenny’s parents are just as smitten as she is and allow him safe passage through their parental insecurities to Oxford and later, Paris. She trades in her gray school uniform for more colorful frocks and begins to sacrifice good grades for an education in worldly wisdom under the tutelage of David.












Everything seems bright and promising for Jenny until the rug of disillusionment is pulled out from under her when she discovers that David and Danny are actually self-employed sneak thieves who steal fine goods that (in their estimation) their owners cannot appreciate. To stay with David and condone such behavior suggestive of Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow would go against everything Jenny has learned in her parent’s upbringing. She has a choice and for sake of argument (and the story), she decides to stay with David. No matter how difficult a relationship with David might be, to leave class (in mid-semester) would assuredly produce a failing mark.

Once in Paris, their relationship seems sealed as they reveal their respective sexual prowess to one another: that of a virgin on her 17th birthday and an experienced older man who is just as shy as she is. An uncomfortable silence is punctuated by sounds of airplane take-offs and landings at an airport nearby while images of framed jumbo jets don the walls in their Parisian accommodations. The steps that have been taken up until this moment (despite the criminal behavior) has been carefully plotted and organized and through the act of sexual surrender on both their parts, there is nowhere for the happy couple to go but up as their relationship literally takes off and Jenny’s chances at Oxford are left to crumble on the runway.

Jenny and David return to London and break the news of their engagement to her parents to their devout satisfaction. Jack’s initial hope for his daughter to attend university is further shattered as he reveals that once his daughter found a capable husband to share a life with, that nothing else really matters. And for extra credit, Jenny seals the deal by standing off against her headmistress (Emma Thompson) and dropping out of school much to her favorite teacher Miss Stubbs’ (Olivia Williams) dismay. She is now free to lounge around Danny’s palatial residence, eat fine food, libate on exotic cocktails and swap fine clothes with Helen … A+.

David treats his new in-laws to a dinner out on the town, but reveals two flaws in his coordination of logistics: his Bristol requires a fresh tank of diesel which he didn’t plan for and he should’ve scraped the automobile for clues if he was going to leave it alone to pay the station attendant. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it most certainly also caught the cad. After searching through the glove compartment of David’s car, Jenny not only finds an empty pack of Bachelor-brand cigarettes (fitting name since David and Jenny are about to marry and he’s no longer a Bachelor) but freshly-opened envelopes addressed to David and his wife’s home. Controlling her rage, Jenny orders David to take her home - - the proverbial honeymoon is over.

David drops off his in-laws (soon to be out-laws), heads for the security of the bottle and for once is unable to consult his charm in conversing with them. With Jack, Marjorie and Jenny waiting for David to arrive with his apologia inside their home (now in absolute pitch darkness), David reverses his car in the middle of the street which glares his headlights into their living room (the brightest light that’s filled their home the entire film) and they’re able to not only see through his veil of deception, but Jenny learns her lesson and knows what she must do: return to school to complete her A-levels after which she is accepted into Oxford.

Throughout Jenny’s learning process, David brought with him a color (to oppose the dull gray and red brick consistency of Jenny’s neighborhood) and excitement (visual aids and class trips) that wakes up her conservative family to the possibilities of a new brand of post-war London which would soon welcome the Beatles and really swing. Off screen departs David and his Bristol and in its place would soon appear Cadillac automobiles.

Jenny’s (and London’s) maturation process leads her through a coming-of-age odyssey at once fascinated by the pleasure principle - - with a voracious appetite for culture, cinema, fine cuisine and classical/popular music - - who learns to accept her current state of reality and return to complete her proper education. By obeying this reality principle and reserving the lessons (fantasies) she had learned from David, upon being asked to travel to Paris with one of her similarly-aged Oxford peers, Jenny expresses great desire as if she’d never been - - which appears as if she has a lot to teach him and each other … Class dismissed.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

TWILIGHT, L'amour Miséraaaaable: A Vegan Fantasy

1834, "hobby, pet project;" 1881 as "fashion, craze," perhaps shortened from fiddle-faddle. Or perhaps from Fr. fadaise "trifle, nonsense," ult. from L. fatuus "stupid."

Original definition of "fad"

With the cinematic unleashing of Stephanie Meyer’s “Twilight” Saga, the once folkloric and mythological Vampire brand of seductive, gothic romance, nightly mischief and mass hysteria has shifted into a frosty terrain of mopey, emo-tinged, sexless, blood-sucking abstinence. And let us not forget: health-conscious - - instead of stakes, the film features a steak sandwich or lack (of meat) thereof (Meyer herself makes a cameo as “Woman Who Orders a Vegetarian Salad in the Diner”) - - vampire culture has gone from blood-red to green excitement. Oh, what a sad time for a vampire to be immortal. (See how a centuries-old vampire is coping with the contemporary film and literature fictional-shift.)

By definition, Meyer’s “beloved” (doesn’t it take at least a decade to reach beloved status) vampire-based novels and (Production Designer par excellence) Director Catherine Hardwicke’s first entry in the film series, TWILIGHT, have achieved cult status amongst a rabid fan-base of young adults, primarily tween and teenaged girls. If the film and the universally accepted lifestyles it has promoted are any indication of where (young) modern America is headed, I’d welcome anyone to drive a stake through my heart and be vanquished of this culture shock.

After the ‘cold open’, wherein the film’s production and distribution company’s snow-enshrouded Summit Entertertainment logo in cool aquamarine (which constitutes the film’s main color palette) fills the screen, an equally chilling line is uttered by Isabella Marie "Bella" Swan (Kristen Stewart): “I’ve never given much thought to how I would die” - - this is both a character name and a line of dialogue given heavy weight of wisdom and maturity not befitting of a modern-day American teenager who speaks it (unless, of course, she was featured in an Anne Rice novel). I’d have been thoroughly interested if this was being spoken in voiceover by the pre-slaughtered fawn in the film’s opening minutes, a scene reminiscent of both the stately deer’s demise in Michael Mann’s THE LAST OF THE MOHICANS and the sacrificial lambs surrounding the lushly, ethereal pond setting in James Whale’s BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN.

As the film progresses, we discover that Bella and her peers are no ordinary teenagers, but those characterized by the stereotypical Emo sub-culture: wherein guys are more sensitive than girls, yet both sexes lead an angst-ridden, tortured and depressed existence while donning apparel that is correspondingly suicidal and where short or tall, choppy, low-banged hair makes up 75% of their ‘look’ best represented by the human mortal counterparts, the vampiric coven of the Cullen Family (Emo Royalty, who flamboyantly shimmer like diamonds in the sun’s rays) and Bella’s prey, Edward Cullen (Robert Pattinson) who no one at Forks High School seems to understand.

Despite the ill effects the current economy has had on millions, modern-day teenagers (most particularly, Bella) in Hardwicke’s film really have nothing to feel tortured about: they have a (multiple) cell phone(s), home computer (and/or laptop), the unlimited pleasures the Internet has to offer (e.g. access to FaceBook and Twitter accounts), luxury automobiles and parents who show concern for them and fend for their well-being. Quel dommage! Incidentally, the one and only time Bella shows any sincere enthusiasm in the entire film is when her father, Charlie Swan (Billy Burke) gifts her with a truck he has purchased from his friend, Billy Black (Gil Mirmingham) and son Jacob (Taylor Lautner). Perhaps it’s in the drinking water - - in fact, the only instance anyone drinks from the tap is Bella during a conversation she has with her father in their kitchen - - as he’s typically placed near a bargain pack of Dannon bottled-water and cans of beer.

The social network in Forks, Washington (population “3,120 people”, Bella grumbles) where TWILIGHT’s events unfold can only be deemed as ironic dysfunction when compared with other educational institutions (real or cinematically fictitious, you may decide). Characters engage in lingo indicative of current social trends (e.g. “google it”; “Chillax”; “I’m down the with kids” and “You’re the bomb”), the majority of the student body seem to intuit and welcome Bella as if she’s of a celebrity-status (in this case, Sherry Potter) and yet Bella gives everyone the brush advising that she’s the “silent, suffering type”. Bella’s dad, the Chief of Police, has no idea that his daughter, the metaphorical Pandora’s Box (gift wrapped by Chastity), has conveniently liberated an age-old blood feud between a race of vampires spawned by the Volturi (an ancient race of Italian vampires) and Quileute (a.k.a. Quillayute) Indians who are able to transform into werewolves.

So, Emily Bronte’s classic WUTHERING HEIGHTS has been transferred from the Yorkshire moors to the gloomy Pacific Northwest and grafted with fangs and fur! Unlike the conversations featured in this revered classic of English literature, Meyer’s discourse in wuthering Washington State tends to be commonplace and awkward. Questions are dodged; secrets are kept and then revealed later; nervousness ensues. Mankiewicz or Chayefsky wouldn’t dare partake in such screenwriting trifles and/or released work one would connote to a fad. Bella literally shakes off potential friends in a school gymnasium who try to enter in a dialogue with her. And her movements are equally oblivious when she opens a car door into Jacob or slips and falls on a patch of ice. I understand the latter being a plot device, both that Bella is on shaky ground and that it hints at an accident involving the employment of Edward’s superhuman vampire strength and a van that nearly crushes Bella in a parking lot. But her actions are consistently clumsy and mopey and why she attracts everyone in her orbit, I may never know - - unless I read the books to discover that she holds the key to the ultimate human question - - but, that’s another medium for another post (that may never be); I digress.

Bella and Edward get past their initial awkward teenage adolescent hang-ups (that still exist come the climax) and become an item. Just as Romeo and Juliet participated in a doomed romance so are Kristen Stewart and RPatz’s protagonists as Edward fears he may altogether consume (i.e. drink, bite, devour) Bella if he is overcome by his animal urges. What ensues are scenes that are as uncomfortable to watch as they are laughable e.g. when Edward erratically squirms in Bella’s presence and looks as if he’s going to V in his M. TWILIGHT’s closest cinematic counterpart (save for the nomadic vampires’ long ‘hesher’ hair that came and went with THE LOST BOYS who are intent on killing Bella) may be CAT PEOPLE that contained a similar theme of controlling one’s animal desire for the sake (and safety) of a lover in that Irena Dubrovna (Simone Simon) refused to become intimate with her fiancé Oliver Reed (Kent Smith) innately knowing that she’d transform into a dangerous panther thereby tearing him to shreds. Jacques Tourneur’s and Val Lewton’s horror classic however, favored style over substance (and passing fancies). And if the first entry in the book series come to screen is any sign of things to come for the TWILIGHT Saga, this will be a quadrilogy that is anything but bella.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Films That Have Inspired Social Networking

Twitter, YouTube and flickr are just a few of the current social networking tools that have contributed to the massive proliferation of users online as well as making the world (and universe) a much smaller place through the use of their technological devices and the data that has passed through them. Likewise, the cinema has been a source of entertainment and inspiration for its viewers since the first image and accompaniment of light flickered on a movie screen. By combining communications tools via the power of the cinema, the results have been highly reactive in the present social and technological marketplace.

Pre-dating contemporary computer and electronic technology, the movie-going public as well as the characters embedded in the celluloid, would (and still do) engage in an archaic form of message-delivery: stone drawings, paper/letter correspondence, radio or Morse code/telegraphic communications. Joseph L. Mankiewicz’s A LETTER TO THREE WIVES (1949) would now easily reach three million within seconds via a mainframe and companion server. In Hitchcock’s THE LADY VANISHES, Dame May Whitty’s Miss Froy, could’ve texted of her capture in the train’s compartment or uploaded the “MacGuffin” folk song carrying top secret information to a YouTube account using her mobile phone.

What follows are a few examples of films that have exhibited similar techniques and design processes of these networking tools prior to their creation. What is key here is that data was shared through an interaction with another person(s) (or user(s)) as opposed to being kept to oneself which is the crux of social networking.

Photographs were taken by paparazzi in LA DOLCE VITA (Dir: Federico Fellini, 1960) and NOTHING SACRED (Dir: William A. Wellman, 1937) and by a photographer trying to solve a murder (BLOW-UP, Dir: Michelangelo Antonioni, 1966) and (REAR WINDOW, Dir: Alfred Hitchcock, 1954), but that the images weren’t shared by them through their cinematic communities, save for their respective newspapers or magazine editors, they must sadly be disqualified from any inclusion herein.

Although there is an exuberance of energy and powerful imagery present in films such as MAGNOLIA (Dir: Paul Thomas Anderson, 1999), JFK (Dir: Oliver Stone, 1991), SINGIN’ IN THE RAIN (Dirs: Stanley Donen, Gene Kelly, 1952) or ANNIE HALL (Dir: Woody Allen, 1977) - - all of which and more like them are featured in clips (or in their entirety) online - - their entertainment may leave a lasting effect on one’s memory and feature a film (or game show)-within-a-film or film-viewing aspect, but any tool for the sake of social networking is for the most part, intangible.

Just think, if these filmmakers had played their cards right and had access to the technology that is currently available at our fingertips, these contemporary devices could’ve been welded in the furnace of their creative minds and like many of (YouTube’s) Chad Hurley’s contemporaries, in their basement.


Twitter/texting (Jack Dorsey, 2007; www.twitter.com)

Twitter asks one question, "What are you doing?"/"What's happening?" Answers must be under 140 characters in length and can be sent via mobile texting, instant message or the web. Twitter's core technology is a device agnostic message routing system with rudimentary social networking features. By accepting messages from sms, web, mobile web, instant message, or from third party API projects, Twitter makes it easy for folks to stay connected.

DR. STRANGELOVE OR: HOW I LEARNED TO STOP WORRYING AND LOVE THE BOMB (Dir: Stanley Kubrick, 1964) In this “culturally significant” dark comedy masterpiece, Sterling Hayden’s General Jack D. Ripper, orders a B-52 carrying nuclear warheads into Soviet airspace through an onboard CRM 114 device utilizing brief three-letter code prefixed messages between themselves. The results are disastrous and equally hilarious.

E.T.: THE EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL (Dir: Steven Spielberg, 1982) The beloved science fiction blockbuster featuring the relationship between a stranded alien botanist and his earthling friend, Elliott, as they employ a “Communicator” device to “phone home”. By utilizing the Speak & Spell console (one of the earliest electronic handheld devices complete with a visual display) in addition to various household appliances, a tree branch and a little imagination, Spielberg has concocted one of the most elaborate communications tools (exhibiting less than 140 characters, albeit, in an alien language) in cinema history with enough reception to reach E.T.’s home in deep space.

REAL GENIUS (Dir: Martha Coolidge, 1985) Val Kilmer’s Chris Knight attempts to loosen up his fellow “Pacific Tech” classmate Mitch by throwing him a party during their many failed attempts at creating a chemical laser for their professor. Unbeknownst to Mitch, Chris lures him (and scores of students in the process) across the university quad by way of a laser light show to a “Tanning Invitational” hosted by dozens of scantily clad beauticians. An alternative precursor to Evite / Socializr, Chris types a brief phrase “Tanning Invitational” by way of computer which is eventually “spelled out” by an elaborate series of laser beams and reflective mirrors set up across campus.

THE ABYSS (Dir: James Cameron, 1989) The science fiction underwater actioner features a team of oil workers and Navy SEALs in a mission to salvage nuclear warheads from a sunken Soviet submarine before they detonate and an approaching hurricane topside impedes their objective. When one of the warheads falls over the edge of an undersea trench, Ed Harris’ Bud is fitted with a special diving suit as well as a wrist pad touch-type device to apprise the team (in brief messages) of his advances into the abyss.


YouTube (Chad Hurley, Steve Chen, 2005; www.youtube.com)

YouTube is the leader in online video and the premier destination to watch and share original videos worldwide through a Web experience. YouTube allows people to easily upload and share video clips across the Internet through websites, mobile devices, blogs and email.

JOHNNY MNEMONIC (Dir: Robert Longo, 1995) Keanu Reeve’s Johnny Mnemonic takes the idea of a ‘thumb drive’ a step further playing a data courier who delivers sensitive information to clients through a storage implant in his brain by connecting to and uploading data and imagery via a television or visual display. A similar idea is featured in TOTAL RECALL (Dir: Paul Verhoeven, 1990) based on sci-fi maestro Philip K. Dick’s “We Can Remember It for You Wholesale” when Arnold Schwarzenegger’s Quaid is ‘uploaded’ with memories - - or in this case - - images for a vacation on Mars.

HACKERS (Dir: Iain Softley, 1995) Johnny Lee Miller’s Crash Override first connects with Angelina Jolie’s Acid Burn when Override tries to hack into a television station’s computer network in order to watch an episode of The Outer Limits. Burn then (like current copyright infringement) hacks into the server and kicks him off.

THE BLAIR WITCH PROJECT (Dirs: Daniel Myrick, Eduardo Sánchez, 1999) The film takes YouTube’s tagline “broadcast yourself” a bit too far and although it is indirectly ‘broadcast’ by filmmakers other than those featured in the footage, it is nonetheless a forerunner in the idea of shooting oneself to become the subject of shared video and ‘viral’ programming for the masses to digest it.

JACKASS: THE MOVIE (Dir: Jeff Tremaine, 2002) The “feel-sick movie of the year” features MTV’s Jackass television performers (stars?) doing what they do best in front of the camera which has spread like ‘viral’ wildfire throughout the Web and become a pop-cultural phenomenon spawning imitations online, on television (MADtv and FAMILY GUY) and re-enacted most particularly by young boys aged 18-32.

Amélie (Dir: Jean-Pierre Jeunet, 2001) Amélie Poulain’s Audrey Tautou mysteriously surprises “the Glass Man” with videotapes she has edited (and uploaded) with whimsical, random and ‘viral’ imagery (e.g. a naked baby swimming in a pool, a horse intruding on a bicycling tournament, etc.).


Flickr (Stewart Butterfield, Caterina Fake, 2004; www.flickr.com)

By securely and privately uploading images and/or video from the Internet, mobile devices, users' home computers and from whatever software they are using to manage their content, Flickr shares this data on the Flickr website, in RSS feeds, on one’s blog, by email, by posting to outside blogs, etc. Flickr also organizes photos and video as metadata in order to search and disseminate to others with ease.

PECKER (Dir: John Waters, 1998) Edward Furlong’s Pecker, an avid photographer and sandwich shop employee, becomes an art sensation when the photos he takes of his family and Baltimore neighbors catch the interest of a New York art dealer and professional art collectors.

Amélie (Dir: Jean-Pierre Jeunet, 2001) Through the help of Amélie’s friend, a stewardess, Amélie devises a plot to have her travel the world with her father’s garden gnome and take pictures of it amidst the backdrop of worldly landmarks (e.g. New York City and Russia). Additionally, Amélie’s love interest, Nino Quincampoix, travels throughout Montmarte lifting discarded photos from photo booths which he collects and keeps in an album.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

PRECIOUS: Restricted Cinema For All, Pleasure for None

Claireece Precious Jones (Gabourey Sidibe) is a woman oppressed on multiple fronts: in the home; in the outside world and most unfortunately by herself. She struggles to live a hopeful existence in an otherwise hopeless environment afflicted by unending emotional anguish brought on by intense physical and verbal abuse. In short, Precious is living in her own personal Hell. This state of torment and perpetual misery is presided over by her mother, Mary (Mo’Nique*), an ironic moniker that conjures religious connotations of a woman living a sinless life and/or capable of mothering (a) God. Mo’Nique’s matriarch in the Jones household, however, is a gross portrait of motherhood of horrifying proportions whose welfare depends on the check of the same name (welfare) while flying under the radar of concerned Government and Educational caseworkers.

The setting is Harlem, New York, 1987 and the images captured therein are photographed in a handheld vérité style that often shakes until the point of emphasis on a particular action is revealed. After a while, trained viewers will no doubt become aware of this predictability and build an immunity to the filmmaker’s desired result and just watch for the sheer joy of watching. But therein lies the problem. There is nothing particularly pleasurable of the film’s visual and verbal dichotomy. PRECIOUS is a contemptible entertainment in which its heavy-handed approach to finding beauty amongst so much tragedy is almost too much to bare. To add insult to injury (no pun intended), Precious Jones’s fictionalized story upon which PRECIOUS is based (“PUSH: A Novel” by Sapphire), is not very much unlike many of the stories that girls, women or men who experience personal trauma like this on a daily basis (in Harlem, NY or Anywhere, U.S.A.) find themselves in whether it be in an abusive situation at home, school or office space.

It is a filmmaker’s responsibility to put their protagonist through the wringer (when a protagonist is actually featured as opposed to a general documented subject) and can be witnessed in every form of entertainment that has graced celluloid, video or other medium from DUCK AMUCK to THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA. But come the climax when the journey has ended, there is typically the satisfying pay-off with an amount of gratifying retribution that has been earned as is found in most mainstream entertainment separating the cinematic pleasures from the displeasures. For the amount of misery inflicted upon Precious Jones in her cinematic journey, there’s not much 35mm data contained therein that doesn’t equate PRECIOUS to the popularly disreputable horror film (as opposed to the artistically dignified horror of Hitchcock’s PSYCHO or Clouzot’s DIABOLIQUE). That there is a more representative normality i.e. “conformity to the dominant social norms” present in PRECIOUS, as per Robin Wood’s analysis of the American Horror Film, PRECIOUS wouldn’t necessarily be categorized as a film of the socially accepted horror genre - - but it comes arguably close as it is a nearly two hour collective nightmare: collective, in the sense that it is the fusion of the nightmare of Precious’ life captured on celluloid by the filmmaker and the collective nightmares of the audience that are created from watching such intensely loathsome subject matter.

Wood argues that the basic horror film formula consists of three variables: normality (Precious’ daily grind in Harlem, Manhattan, New York); the Monster (Precious’ mother, Mary; her father who raped Precious thereby giving her two unwanted children and the H.I.V. virus; Precious’ inability to believe in herself who is almost always at odds with her alter ego, a white girl with blonde hair who she sees in the looking glass) and the relationship between normality and the Monster (Precious is invisible to the world around her and leads an existence that is comfortably numb).

Just as Christine Brown (Alison Lohman) is unable to escape the wrath of an elderly gypsy (Lorna Raver) who has cursed her in Sam Raimi’s DRAG ME TO HELL, Precious Jones is equally tortured by the demons in her orbit, albeit under less supernatural circumstances. Mary throws objects at Precious from across the living room in their besieged apartment and drops a television set down a stairwell in the hopes of crushing Precious and her child who are resting a few stories below; Precious is taunted by her peers and pushed to the ground when she least expects it. It is generally agreed that horror films are not meant to be taken seriously. So, to classify PRECIOUS as strictly horror with the added weight of it being based on so many true human documents attempting to share a voice for social criticism against such abuse, would be disrespectful - - but after just thirty minutes into its gratuitous landscape of sympathy smashing and domestic warfare, enough is enough. Wood intimates a psychological point that many people regularly attend horror films to ridicule or to laugh unless the film in question is overtly intellectual. Anyone screening PRECIOUS will get what they pay for: something very close to a nightmare (with unsteady photography). Wood explains that the horror film is “restricted to aficionados and complemented by total rejection’ and ‘they are dismissed with contempt by the majority of reviewer critics”.

Come Oscar time, although both actors worked their hearts out, Mo’Nique’s Mary has a better chance at AMPAS Gold than Raver’s Sylvia Ganush for the sheer fact that the latter’s performance is widely considered in the movie-going subconscious, an amusingly slapstick caricature of the evil gypsy. Blame it on years of B-Horror schlock generated by American filmmakers for the pre-determined snub. Oscar campaigns tend to be expensive and studios can be correspondingly faithless in pushing such an actor for the coveted trophy. In confining an argument for the approaching Golden Globes race, particularly Mo’Nique’s nomination for “Best Performance by an Actress In A Supporting Role” compared with Christoph Waltz’s nomination for the oppositely gendered “Best Performance by an Actor In A Supporting Role” as Col. Hans Landa in INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS, the portrayal of violence by the former is far more insulting than the latter’s elegant handling of menace who succeeds in doing so without uttering an obscenity. Even as Landa succumbs to his first and only on-screen act of physical violence near the film’s conclusion as he strangles the neck of a pivotal character, the scene exudes a Hitchcockian quality of love-making that typified many a killing representative throughout his filmography in such works as STRANGERS ON A TRAIN to FRENZY (whereas Hitch’s scenes of love-making resembled a murderous act).

Littered throughout PRECIOUS’s abrasive architecture is the consistent presence of the color orange. Just as Precious has difficulty fitting in with her peers (she is an overweight, illiterate teenager pregnant with a second child), orange is linguistically one of many words in the English language that doesn’t rhyme with any other word. In the universal color spectrum, orange (representing courage, caution and fire in Hindu and other traditions) falls between red (symbolizing heat, anger, passion) and yellow (signifying cowardice, enlightenment, ripeness, happiness) and due to its highly visible contrast in brightness to other colors is typically used to signify danger(s) ahead: a fitting choice for such volatile subject matter.

PRECIOUS is not so much exemplary of incendiary filmmaking as it is merely manipulative “poverty porn” that buries uplifting platitudes of clichéd enlightenment into bottomless depths of despair for sophisticated audience members to till through and unearth for deeper reflection. Amidst the exhaustive torment that Precious experiences, she herself has a mantra:

I want to be on the cover of a magazine.

I wish I had a light-skinned boyfriend with real nice hair.

But first, I want to be on one of them B.E.T. music videos.

that transforms her into a superstar where she appears amongst uplifting visual motifs by contemporary standards (when dreamed up by less than privileged youth) of a dancer in the gaze of dozens of spotlights as she is smothered by a handsome partner; an actress walking the red carpet after a Gala film premiere and an overwhelmingly colorful photo session where she strikes multiple fierce poses. When daydreams are not enough, Precious’ saving grace is the tangible support she receives from an understanding yet radical schoolteacher, Ms. Blu Rain (Paula Patton) at an alternative transfer school who reminds Precious that “everybody’s good at something” and who asks, “what can you do?” In time, Precious finds the will to read and write. She pushes herself to learn the spoken word to wield its power for the benefit of giving a voice to her story that has long since been silenced. Living in a comatose state for as long as she can remember, it takes the help of her new classmates and the tutelage of Ms. Rain and her admitting her love for Precious as a human being to wake her up to a new state of consciously hopeful possibility.

Besides Precious’ growing interest in reading, writing and in bettering herself by strengthening her abilities and intercommunication skill sets, her often times disagreeable behavior isn’t entirely sent into oblivion. She continues to harass a young neighbor in her building who likewise tries to show an interest in Precious and her child; she steals a bucket of chicken from a restaurant and eats the evidence while running from the establishment and mocks her fellow female students in her classroom which tends to mimic a tame version of a “Women In Prison” film sans the bars and the bondage. With a film displaying so much misery, it’s not very difficult for the viewer to become just as numb as the titular character. The tag line to PRECIOUS is as follows: “Life is HARD; Life is SHORT; Life is PAINFUL; Life is RICH; Life is PRECIOUS”. That may be true, but Life is also entertaining and for all of the aforementioned reasons shared above, PRECIOUS is not.

*Coincidentally, Mo’Nique’s character’s name in Director Lee Daniels previous film, SHADOWBOXER, was Precious.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

ALL IN THE FAMILY

"Funny, you're a stranger who's come here
Come from another town
Funny, I'm a stranger myself here
Small world, isn't it?

We have so much in common it's a phenomenon
We could pool our resources by joining forces from now on

Funny, isn't it?
Small and funny and fine"

Selection from Johnny Mathis’ SMALL WORLD

With the release of Universal Pictures’ FUNNY PEOPLE, Writer-Director-Producer Judd Apatow’s corner on the comedy market is confirmed. Whether the film is able to skillfully balance its comedic and dramatic elements is debatable and of little importance, cinematically speaking. What is abundantly clear about Apatow’s latest and self-indulgent effort is that it’s a showcase of talent one may see recycled in an upcoming season of NBC/Universal television programming; a 2.5 hour diversion that is as timeless as a flash-in-the-pan YouTube video clip. There are currently millions upon millions of video captures and social media streams ready to view online, yet one would be hard-pressed to survey them all. In the realm of film criticism, there must be hundreds of critiques of this film available at this very moment, but instead of clicking ahead, I invite you to continue reading. Much like the ‘cute kittens’ upload that Leo Koenig (Jonah Hill) excitedly shares with Ira Wright (Seth Rogen) as a ploy to draw online traffic to his stand-up comedy routines, FUNNY PEOPLE is an ultimately unfulfilling attempt at a lasting entertainment with no electricity that quickly (but not soon enough) fades from consciousness. {Seriously, despite its over 27 million views, does anyone really care about “David After Dentist” anymore?} As patriarch over the nepotistic FUNNY PEOPLE, Apatow is not so much an auteur as he is a brand. His productions are a veritable laugh factory (like the comedy club of the same name) employed by familiar comic personalities who have typically brought charm to situations wrought with shocking repercussions. {Take note, Trey and Matt, as the power that Judd is wielding is perfect fodder for a future South Park episode.} Whereas Apatow’s feature directorial debut, THE FORTY-YEAR-OLD VIRGIN and follow-up feature KNOCKED UP were superior comedies with colorful characters uttering realistic dialogue in situations that seemed to border on the embarrassingly surreal, FUNNY PEOPLE seems like a prank of manufacturing - - like a vehicular assembly line that turns out lemons, FUNNY PEOPLE leaves one’s taste buds with a sour finish.

Apatow’s stable of ‘regulars’ (and family members) enclosed herein, this go round, more often than not, clumsily display an awkward handling over the material that is at times unbearable (e.g. when Mable (Apatow's oldest daughter, Maude), recites “Memory” from “Cats”; for lack of a better phrase, Baby Rose Marie she ain’t … and chances are she probably slept with the Director - - too soon!?), uncomfortable (see 2.5 hour running time) and inappropriate (for example, in the film’s excessive and unfunny usage of jokes concerning a certain male appendage). Penis jokes (or rather, references to penises) notwithstanding, the film is a juvenile boy’s club wherein strategy for one to succeed is often complemented by obscenity and denigration. Under close examination, no one in the film is truly considerate of anyone else in his or her screen orbit. The film poster alone effuses a smugness on the part of Adam Sandler who appears as dissatisfied and cold as the combination color-scheme and typeface while Seth Rogen and Leslie Mann affectionately cling to his arms and shoulders awaiting a response. Unlike the (American; mass-released) posters for THE FORTY-YEAR-OLD VIRGIN (can you spot the poster's error here?) and KNOCKED UP, FUNNY PEOPLE’s promotion is less exaggerated and more genuninely true-to-life. It’s been said that movies hold a mirror up to the society which watches it - - if that is true, then shame on you, Mr. Apatow.


FUNNY PEOPLE is brimming with characters who employ tactics to further their own careers for the sake of entertainment, most specifically, the stand-up comedy circuit, where a solid night of stellar delivery of belly laughs ensures a return appearance and another step closer to fame. What Price Hollywood!?, indeed. With a bevy of billed actors on display, it seems as if Apatow has conveniently given his cast their 15-minutes of fame - - literally - - if one were to calculate each character’s respective screen time to running time. No star is more reputable and shines brighter in the film though than George Simmons (Sandler), a stand-up comedian-cum-high-concept Hollywood actor who has achieved Cruise-like celebrity and Hearst-like possessions (a Malibu-beach style residence overlooking the Pacific that humor and penis jokes built, imagine CITIZEN KANE imbued with Lenny Bruce) whose passion for joke telling almost outweighs the contempt he harbors for humanity. Karma, it seems, comes to George and at the height of his celebrity, he is diagnosed by his doctor with a rare form of Leukemia. He doesn’t change his daily routine upon hearing the news (except for the cocktail of pills he needs to ingest): he sleeps with multiple partners, narcissistically watches video footage of his former performances and treats those in his social circle like a client instead of a friend ~ a smarmy misanthrope. So, George Simmons is dying from a rare blood disease and decides to stay in Los Angeles to perform stand-up comedy? Now that’s funny! I suppose if he went on a road trip, it’d too closely resemble LAST HOLIDAY.


A star is born in Seth Rogen’s Ira Wright who shares an apartment with his two ‘Industry’ roommates (I’d be lying if I referred to them as friends), Jonah Hill’s Leo Koenig and the ever-impassive Mark Taylor Jackson (Jason Schwartzman). While Jackson is comfortably employed as a lead in a new prospering NBC comedy, “Yo Teach…!”, Ira and Leo are struggling stand-up comedians who no doubt try to channel the stylings of the master comics that adorn their walls (Dangerfield, Belushi). After performing a set at a Venice comedy club, opportunity (Sandler) telephones for Leo with a job to write material for an upcoming MySpace gig, but it’s Ira that answers the call. Think of it as a contemporized SUNSET BLVD. where George takes Ira under his wing and treats him and the audience to (what appears to be) a backstage look into the world of stand-up comedy in Los Angeles. For the film’s wealth of set-ups and multiple characters - - like an elaborately staged Altman film - - there isn’t much to be gathered from this vocation; except that if you strategically lie, cheat, steal and refuse to be the least bit empathetic to those in your sphere, one may achieve success.

The truth is, George liked "the tubby one" more and Leo is, incidentally, the funniest character in the film. He exudes a natural sense of comic timing unmatched by his co-stars and often builds to an unexpectedly amusing punch line. However, when Leo realizes later that he's been stabbed in the back by his ‘mate and calls out Ira, it makes for an unsettling sequence - - not that it's dramatic and heartbreaking, their exchange of dialogue is awkward, not believable and there are several unpleasant close-ups with lots of profanity exchanged. And then, it’s George who comes to the rescue to calm them down, which he immediately succeeds in doing (?) - - if I were Hill, I still would've been positively p.o.’d. By the way, this battle royale takes place during Thanksgiving - - an American holiday when family and friends customarily come together to give thanks, especially to G-d - - in the film’s consistent fashion, it is George, like in some deranged version of IT’S A WONDERFUL LIFE, who is celebrated … especially when he beats the disease into remission and is given a second chance at living.

Enter Daisy (Aubrey Plaza) whose deadpan delivery tires almost as quickly as her inflection. She plays the love-interest of Mark and Ira; correction, to Mark, she is a potential sexual conquest whom he offers Ira ten days to make a move on before he presumptuously sleeps with her himself. Twenty-one days later, Mark has kept to his word (maintaining the stereotype that the typical Angeleno with money and celebrity is a misogynistic whore), Ira is reasonably upset and Daisy emotes how independently sexual she is. No matter, come the climax, after Ira is fired (more on this later) by George (again, much like the relational dynamics of SUNSET BLVD.), he and Daisy accede to getting together. Way to promote that fresh new talent, Mr. Apatow. No matter - - Plaza has a recurring role in NBC’s “Parks and Recreation” … as does comedian, Randy (Aziz Ansari) … even Dr. Howard (Loudon Wainwright III) from KNOCKED UP (who also composed its soundtrack), played a bit part in the series.

When word of George’s health malady reaches his ex, Laura, played by Apatow’s ever-plucky wife, (Leslie Mann) who, since KNOCKED UP, always seems tortured when she’s not simulating a battle-axe, George begs Ira not to tell her the truth about his recovery. When Laura discovers this information, she advises George and Ira not to tell Clarke, her detonative and hot-tempered Aussie husband (Eric Bana) because he may beat George to a pulp. There’s a lot of passive-aggressive energy surging through the screenplay. Moments rife with dramatic weight (like when George realizes he’s just outside death’s doorstep) are bottled up and projected onto others with sarcasm. Ira unfortunately (perhaps because he has some shred of common human decency) leaks the news to Laura and Clarke’s daughters, Mable and Ingrid (Apatow’s daughters, Maude and Iris, respectively) and a clumsily staged fight between the comic and the Australian brute ensues on the front lawn. Is our society becoming heartless and cynical and feel more compelled to deceive rather than face the music? Is Apatow advising that it’s okay to be a festering bearer of toxicity not only towards others, but to ourselves? The coldness with which George treats Ira upon severing their partnership is certainly uncomfortable - - especially since the two share a ride back to Los Angeles from Sausalito, CA - - but the exchange of dialogue between them is sophomoric with no force behind the spoken word except for the F- words thrown in for good measure, as extraneous and insulting as they are to be articulated by the actor saying it. Who needs this schadenfreude? I like to think that people go to the movies to be entertained and uplifted … inspired in some way. FUNNY PEOPLE is neither funny nor dramatic although it delivers modicum elements of each. Elements, sadly, do not the film make. Upon vacating the theatre, one won’t have to worry about sacrificing his composure because none will have been withdrawn to be regained.

By closing the film in a supermarket, Apatow once and for all focuses our attention on his proven model: the commoditization of comedy or ‘comedi-tization’. The camera pulls back patiently from George and Ira kicking around ideas for more penis jokes to use in a future stand-up routine while customers shop the aisles for products. As Janusz Kaminski’s camera eases backwards (very telling of where this movie was going all along), you can almost hear the slightly audible tap of a keyboard generating a ridiculous characterization of Paul Rudd as an ineffectual ne’er do well or a theatrical display of puppets engaging in full-frontal nudity c/o Jason Segel. Yes, even crewmembers aren’t impervious to Apatow’s tractor beam. Spielberg-regular D.P., Janusz Kaminski oversees the film’s glaze. See an early meeting of the minds that occurred during the '09 Oscar-cast.

But, Steven's at Universal and he’s in the family. As Janusz grips his Oscar gold (no doubt from SAVING PRIVATE RYAN and SCHINDLER’S LIST) notice as he sheepishly remarks, “They made me do it, Mr. Spielberg; it’s really slow in town” and then he proceeds to watch (with James Franco and Seth Rogen of PINEAPPLE EXPRESS, an Apatow-produced comedy for Studio “cousin” Columbia/Sony Pictures) a clip from YOU DON’T MESS WITH THE ZOHAN, another Judd Apatow-scribed comedy featuring Adam Sandler. Of course, there are no signature Kaminski shots in FUNNY PEOPLE except possibly for one: a halo effect hovering around the M.D. as he advises George of his rare A.M.L. blood condition and that death is imminent; whether for George or the audience, the jury is still out. Watching FUNNY PEOPLE is like watching a movie-within-a-store (or vice versa); characters, like products in a grocery, are interchangeable and re-packaged with new ingredients and recycled and released when needed. Fresh items/actors like Bo Burnham (featured in the “Yo Teach…!” segments) are also available for your viewing pleasure ... and the creepy Charles Fleischer from ZODIAC (not to mention the voice of Roger Rabbit) … If anyone has an issue with FUNNY PEOPLE, they can simply advise Customer Service, return it to the shelf and/or look for something else. I recommend the latter. In Judd Apatow’s movie (and television) universe, he has in stock an abundant supply to choose from. See below for yourself:


UNIVERSAL PICTURES | COLUMBIA PICTURES | PARAMOUNT PICTURES | 20th CENTURY FOX | HBO | NBC | FOX ~

~ DREAMWORKS SKG | WARNER BROS. PICTURES | WALT DISNEY PICTURES | BUENA VISTA PICTURES | COMEDY CENTRAL

{JOHN HUGHES}

~ Judd Apatow ~

“The Larry Sanders Show” “Freaks and Geeks” “Undeclared”

THE FORTY-YEAR-OLD VIRGIN KNOCKED UP FUNNY PEOPLE

GET HIM TO THE GREEK YEAR ONE PINEAPPLE EXPRESS

STEP BROTHERS DRILLBIT TAYLOR FORGETTING SARAH MARSHALL

WALK HARD: THE DEWEY COX STORY SUPERBAD

TALLADEGA NIGHTS: THE BALLAD OF RICKY BOBBY THE TV SET

KICKING & SCREAMING CELTIC PRIDE HEAVY WEIGHTS

CABLE GUY ANCHORMAN: THE LEGEND OF RON BURGUNDY

YOU DON’T MESS WITH THE ZOHAN FUN WITH DICK AND JANE

“THE BEN STILLER SHOW”

ACTOR ~ PRODUCER ~ DIRECTOR ~ WRITER ~ CINEMATOGRAPHY ~ EDITOR ~ CASTING DIRECTOR ~ SOUNDTRACK ~ COSTUME DESIGN

A

James Franco; Seth Rogen; Jason Segel; Martin Starr; Jay Baruchel; Loudon Wainwright III; Steve Carell; Paul Rudd; Leslie Mann; Jonah Hill; Carla Gallo; Iris Apatow; Maude Apatow; Kristen Wiig; Bill Hader; Ken Jeong; Craig Robinson; Adam Scott; Mo Collins; Steven Brill; Paul Feig; Wayne Federman; Will Ferrell; David Koechner; Jerry Minor; Ben Stiller; Michael Cera; Christopher Mintz-Plasse; Harold Ramis; Danny McBride; Gary Cole; John C. Reilly; Erica Vittina Phillips; Brent White; Troy Gentile; Ian Roberts; Russell Brand; Don Abernathy; Aziz Ansari; Chris Parnell; David Krumholtz; Jane Lynch; Justin Long; Laura Kightlinger; Kevin Corrigan; Christina Applegate; Jack Black; Andy Dick; Janeane Garofalo; Suli McCullough; Bree Turner; Jerry Stiller; Adam Sandler; Jim Carrey; David Herman; Jon Favreau

P

EVAN GOLDBERG; SETH ROGEN; SHAUNA ROBERTSON; CLAYTON TOWNSEND; ANDREW EPSTEIN; RODNEY ROTHMAN; DARA WEINTRAUB; WILL FERRELL; RICHARD VANE; JAKE KASDAN; LEWIS MORTON; DAVID O’RUSSELL; DAVID B. HOUSEHOLTER; ROGER BIRNBAUM; JACK GIARRAPUTO; ADAM SANDLER; JIM CARREY

D

Greg Mottola; John Hamburg; Steven Brill; Paul Feig; Adam McKay; Nicholas Stoller; Jake Kasdan; Ben Stiller; Jon Favreau

W

Adam McKay; Rodney Rothman; Nicholas Stoller; Jason Segel; Jake Kasdan; Lewis Morton; Adam Sandler

C

Oliver Wood

E

Craig Alpert; Brent White

CaD

Allison Jones; Juel Bestrop

S

Loudon Wainwright III; Will Ferrell; John C. Reilly; Jason Segel; Lyle Workman; Jake Kasdan; Lewis Morton; Alex Wurman; Adam Sandler; Theodore Shapiro

CoD

Debra McGuire