Archive | March, 2012

The Hunger Games (***1/2)

28 Mar

I was scrolling through Netflix the other day and started watching a film called Racing With The Moon. It’s an early starring vehicle for Sean Penn and Nicolas Cage, circa 1984, with the bonus of a luminous young Elizabeth McGovern. What caught my eye in the description, though, was the fact that it was directed by Richard Benjamin, the actor turned director who made one of my all time favourite films: My Favourite Year, with Peter O’Toole. Both films are coming of age pictures, period pieces about young men stepping up into the real world. As Racing With The Moon started, I was surprised to see another well-known name in the credits: Steve Kloves. It was his first screenplay to be shot, when he was only 24 years old. Later he would go on to adapt Michael Chabon’s Wonder Boys, and a little series called Harry Potter, as well as the new Spider-Man film and the upcoming remake of Akira.

It is one thing to adapt a book or play that is not especially well known. Those who love the source material obviously hope for the best, but if the outcome is dismal or varies too wildly from the source, it is a relatively small population to offend. When a film is “pre-sold,” however, because the source material is well-known and beloved by millions (or billions) of fans who will scrutinize and compare and speculate, it’s a double-edged sword. The studio benefits from the guaranteed audience on opening night, but is also under much more intense pressure from all sides to please all sides: fans, critics, executives, foreign markets. And you still can’t please everybody, even if you pull off the impressive feat that Peter Jackson did with The Lord of the Rings. Our hyper-vigilant and supposedly media-savvy modern movie fan is not content to simply see the film and enjoy the story, they need to be on the winning side. They will grudgingly concede that John Carter was an entertaining film but they must mention in the same breath that Disney will lose a bundle on it, as if they are shareholders. Or they will perversely insist that the film was not good at all, seeking attention whether they have a valid criticism or not.

I liked the book this film was based on, very much. I think it is one of the best YA novels I have read in quite a while, and I have had a special interest in YA books for as long as I could read them. (Speaking of, Hollywood, the world could use some good films of Robert Cormier’s.) I liked this film, too. I think it successfully adapts the source, while making the changes necessary to work as a film. If you are one of those who whinges about spoilers, you may want to stop reading now.

The big reason I enjoyed the book (and slogged through the two lesser sequels) is the heroine, Katniss Everdeen. She is charismatic, admirable, dangerous – everything most young men or women would want to be, especially in her position. Jennifer Lawrence is brilliant as Katniss, and the supporting cast is generally working at her level, especially in the Capitol and the Games. For a long film it moves at a decent pace, dragging a bit here and there but covering the key moments well. The production design is impressive, contrasting the poor Districts 12 and 11 with the garish Capitol.

As my lovely fiancee pointed out after she saw the film, the single biggest change in the film script over the book is the fact that we do not hear Katniss’ inner monologue, nor is there any narration. This change does generally work, but as a result the film has to find other ways to communicate the same information. Some of those moments are lovely, like the brief scene of Gale looking at his mountain instead of watching the beginning of the games; or Haymitch watching the Capitol children play with a toy sword. Some are new but not unwelcome constructions, like the increased screen time for the President and his games master, or the exposition by Stanley Tucci as the reality show host. Sometimes the changes are frustrating and superficial. Some might be annoyed that the Katniss/Peeta/Gale love triangle was downplayed significantly, but I was glad, as I felt that was the weakest element of the books and was annoyed at how it was resolved. I was also glad that the muttations were simplified or minimized, wisely concluding that the drama of 24 kids trying to kill each other would be enough.

The only reason to consider The Hunger Games alongside Battle Royale, Harry Potter, or The Lord of the Rings is that they will all be enjoyed as both books and films a generation from now; which is more than I can say for Twilight. When you put aside all the fake entertainment “news” excitement, the fan expectations, the comparisons and the haters, what remains is a solid film about a strong girl in a dystopian future who becomes an unlikely hero. What’s not to love?

The 39 Steps

24 Mar

I had the pleasure of attending the Saint John Theatre Company’s production of The 39 Steps this afternoon. I knew approximately what the plot would be, having seen the old Hitchcock adaptation of John Buchan’s story, and I knew it was a relatively recent script that played the material for laughs. As my old high school English teacher taught me, we laugh for a variety of reasons: out of recognition, surprise, nervousness, delight, and maybe sometimes a bit of cruelty. This production of The 39 Steps made me laugh for all of those reasons, combining a smart script with physical comedy, shadow puppetry, and an ingenious set that creates a theatre within the theatre.

Local improv veterans Scott Thomas and Keith Dickson play at least a dozen roles in support of leads Neil Bonner and Sandra Bell, and the entire cast makes a physically demanding production look easy. I was particularly impressed with the sequence on the train, where three large steamer trunks, special lighting and impressive miming create the excitement of a chase inside and out of the train car. There are many amusing nods to Hitchcock films and the British stage, which Bonner and Bell are well-suited to depict, succeeding in the difficult task of being the nominal “straight men” of the cast while still performing some very absurd scenes. Tonight is their closing night, so it is a bit late for me to exhort the uncertain to attend, but I am glad I did not miss it.

21 Jump Street (****)

21 Mar

My expectations were low for this. I had no attachment to the old TV series, no particular love for stars Jonah Hill and Channing Tatum, and the trailer had a few laughs but as usual, nothing to indicate the true nature of this film. I was not going to see it at all, in fact, until Scott Pilgrim creator Bryan Lee O’Malley tweeted that everyone should see it because it was written by one of the SP film writers and directed by the co-creators of Clone High, Phil Lord and Chris Miller. Lord and Miller also did Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs (hilarious) and the voices of Principal Scudworth and Mr. Butlertron.

Let me just repeat that. The 21 Jump Street movie is directed by Principal Scudworth and Mr. Butlertron.

So I went, obviously, and was not disappointed. This film is incredibly funny, and Channing Tatum is a very pleasant surprise as a comic actor, playing a former jock confronted with a school where that means nothing. The script is filled with jokes and gestures and little details that you might miss if you aren’t paying attention. It is well-paced without feeling rigid, flowing naturally through the structure of a police procedural while taking detours to comment on TV cop shows, high school, buddy cop films, and more. The cast is brilliant, with Hill and Tatum supported by Ice Cube, Rob Riggle, Chris Parnell, Ellie Kemper, and Brie Larson. There are some nice cameos as well, such as that by Johnny Miller (Scott Pilgrim’s Young Neil).

21 Jump Street is the first great comedy of the year and the best I have seen since Scott Pilgrim. Last night’s shows were packed and I wound up having to sit in the front row; I didn’t care. I would do it again, gladly. I hope that word of mouth for this film is spreading and that the sequel teased in the very last line by Ice Cube becomes a reality.

Watchmen, Citizen Kane, and Legend-Building

20 Mar

If you are one of those like myself who has the unfortunate affliction of following comics news, you may have read the long interview with Alan Moore that was published online last week in which he discusses the origins of his discontent with DC Comics and how that has led to falling out with Dave Gibbons and so on. He was praised by many and derided by some afterward and I am here to do neither, really, apart from to say that I respect Alan Moore and his position and I enjoyed the interview. Since it was published, various blogs have interpreted or expanded upon Moore’s words to speculate as to whether or not Watchmen is the “best” comic book ever published. I think that kind of discussion is ultimately pointless, the kind of fanboy bickering that people substitute for actual analysis.

That said, I am hard pressed to think of another comic that has penetrated the public consciousness, and stayed there, the way that Watchmen has. It is the Great Gatsby (or better yet, the Catcher in the Rye) of comics. The only other candidate I can think of that even comes close is Maus. Now, what do Watchmen and Maus have in common apart from their superior execution and marketing and other attributes? Why are they the canon in every right-thinking person’s bookshelf and not, say, Asterios Polyp, or Blankets? Their scope. Watchmen is a mixture of nuclear apocalypse, a scathing critique of America, and deconstructing the American superhero; any of which would be a huge topic on its own, much less combined successfully in one book; and Maus is a recollection of the holocaust.

So is it any wonder that works like this loom larger in the public mind than the more personal stories of Harvey Pekar or Los Bros Hernandez, both of whom Moore has praised effusively in the past? Is it really surprising that there hasn’t been “another Watchmen” (or “another Maus”) when most of the best American comics since then have been of a much smaller, more personal scope? Personally, I think that Love and Rockets is the quintessential American comic, one of the high watermarks of the art form for any nation; but it does not have universal appeal. Not because it is about latinas, or because it has no superheroes; because it is not an entry-level comic the way that Watchmen or Maus are. If Watchmen is The Great Gatsby, Love and Rockets is a Pynchon novel. It’s what you read when you have some experience with reading comics under your belt.

I’m probably reading too much into a comment that Alan Moore made in what was probably meant to be an offhand manner. It’s not like Watchmen was regarded as a classic the moment the last issue hit the stands. Back then it was still the property of the fanboys, and a lot of them hated that ending. A lot of them thought it was a big letdown after the buildup of the first eleven issues. A lot of people hated Citizen Kane when it was released too. The myth and the legend of the high watermark takes time to grow and solidify. Maybe one day there will be a film that supplants Kane as the automatic answer to the question of the best American film ever made, and maybe one day there will be a comic that supplants Watchmen in its field. When a work is known for its innovation and influence on all that follows as much as it is for its story, it’s hard to catch it up, much less pass.

On the Board

19 Mar

Here’s the panel I’ve been “pencilling” tonight. At this rate I think I should be able to launch this here webcomic in a couple of weeks and give myself a good lead time for weekly instalments. I’m really enjoying drawing these guys and am having some good ideas for stories.

Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy [2011] (**1/2)

19 Mar

Gary Oldman leads the England All-Star Acting Team in this second adaptation of John LeCarre’s cold war-era spy novel. Swedish director Tomas Alfredson (Let The Right One In) and the screenwriters wisely keep it as a period piece, avoiding the headaches that modern technology would represent in this particular story (not to mention the necessity of having the Soviet Union as an enemy). Oldman is George Smiley, a veteran spy asked by his retiring chief (John Hurt) to investigate the allegations of an informer in “the circus”, or Secret Intelligence Service. He recruits a young agent (Benedict Cumberbatch) to help, and gains valuable insight from a rogue agent (Tom Hardy). The cast is rounded out by Mark Strong, Colin Firth, Ciaran Hinds and Toby Jones.

This is an excellent-looking film, beautifully photographed with restrained and appropriately mysterious performances from the cast. My complaint lies with the script, which uses a device of jumping around in time and showing the same events from multiple perspectives to slowly reveal the truth… which is pretty predictable, really, especially for those of us who have seen Stalag 17. I was left with the same general dissatisfaction as I did when I finished watching the original version of The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo: it looks like a million bucks but it has a ten-cent story.

Young Adult (***)

17 Mar

Pretty good you-can’t-go-home-again tale starring Charlize Theron as Mavis, a struggling ghostwriter of a popular series of Twilight-like novels who goes into crisis mode when she receives an email from her high school sweetheart that he and his wife have just had their first child. She drives back to her small hometown and enacts a plan to win him back, despite the warnings of another high school classmate (Patton Oswalt). The film received a lot of pre-release attention because it marked the reunion of Jason Reitman and Diablo Cody, director and writer of Juno. The two films certainly make for an interesting exercise in contrast.

I remember seeing an interview once with Russell Crowe where he talked about the difference between an actor and a movie star, and pardon me for paraphrasing: he said that an actor disappears into a character and you forget their off-screen persona if they are doing it right, whereas a movie star always wants to be liked, and that informs their performance no matter what the role. The heavy lifting in this film falls upon Charlize Theron, and she handles it as an actor, with excellent support from Oswalt, both of them selling the virtues and the occasional weaknesses of the script.

You should not see this film expecting a wacky comedy; it is much like the young adult novel Mavis is working on, where the protagonist learns an important lesson, albeit later in life than usual. It is closer to the likes of Beautiful Girls than it is to Juno, and there is certainly nothing wrong with that.

John Carter (***)

17 Mar

I took my 9-year-old son to see Disney’s John Carter today. This film received a lot of negative press in advance of its release, and when it wasn’t a box-office milestone last weekend, the follow-up press was equally unkind, as if to congratulate itself on predicting that the sun would come up in the morning. I don’t often pay attention to entertainment news or sites like Rotten Tomatoes, but it’s interesting to me that everyone I know who has seen the film loved it despite its 51% rating on RT (lower still for “top critics”, but 71% from audiences).

I must agree with the entertainment writers about one thing: John Carter has been promoted and reviewed abominably. I never would have guessed, from the trailers and commercials I saw, that the film would be as fun as it is. The production design alone is amazing, recalling the golden age of fantasy and pulp illustration. The script, criticized by some as too complex, is hardly that; it simply demands attention. I do feel that the framing device employing Edgar Rice Burroughs as a character is not worth the trouble, but the core of the film, where John Carter emerges as a hero to defend one faction of Mars against another, is splendid.

It definitely is not the kind of action film we are used to in this decade. It reminds me more of the failed franchises of my own childhood, especially the 1980 Flash Gordon and lesser works like Krull or Gor. The hero is larger than life, his love interest is exotic, the villain would twirl his moustache if he had one, and the fate of two worlds hangs in the balance. The battle sequences are especially impressive, with Civil War soldier Carter adapting surprisingly well to the low gravity and foreign technology suddenly thrust upon him.

So is it a perfect film? No. It’s overlong and the dialogue is a little too foolish at times even within its world. But it is still an excellent and fresh adventure film, one that will be replayed and remembered fondly in the decades to come, when the negative press is long forgotten. See it on the big screen while you have a chance.

The Hunger Games, Trilogies, and Diminishing Returns

15 Mar

Did I mention that I finished The Hunger Games trilogy recently? I finished The Hunger Games trilogy recently. And as you may infer from the title of this post, I did not enjoy the second and third installments, Catching Fire and Mockingjay, quite as much as I did the first. I might mention some plot details as I go on, so consider that a spoiler warning if you care about that kind of thing.

Generally, I did enjoy reading the series and it was always compelling enough for me to push through the bits that felt repetitive or less interesting. Suzanne Collins is very good at constructing a heartbreaking ethical situation and then setting things in motion while leaving room for surprises. After the tension of the first book, it was a bit of a bore to read about the “victory tour” in Catching Fire, but the concepts of the Quarter Quell and of putting two dozen survivors back into the games was brilliant. Collins found a way to structure her trilogy so that the plot is essentially repeated three times, with the stakes higher for each iteration; unfortunately, despite this, I felt that the tension generated in the execution was lower. Indeed, I don’t think it would work at all were it not for the magnetism of the narrator, Katniss, and the wise decision to limit Katniss’ awareness of what is happening outside of herself, forcing her to constantly turn her attention inward. Due to the trauma of the games, she becomes an increasingly unreliable and correspondingly fascinating narrator.

It is disappointing to me that ultimately The Hunger Games is another young adult fantasy story that could not be left alone with a single outstanding volume: the standard in fantasy writing for some time has been the trilogy, breaking up and awkwardly repeating the heroic journey structure for commercial reasons and in some kind of misguided tribute to Tolkien; ironic, given that The Lord of the Rings was originally split into three volumes due to postwar paper shortages. This combination of reader habit and editorial pressure often leads to lackluster outcomes, such as in Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials or Kenneth Oppel’s Airborn. In the case of The Hunger Games, if it was indeed necessary to tell us about what happened to Katniss after the end of the first novel (and I am not convinced it was), I think the series would have been better served by combining the latter two books and cutting out the repetitive material, and especially cutting out or at least reducing the discussion of who Katniss should choose as a romantic partner. A better option might have been to have shorter one-off sequels set in the aftermath of the original story, as Pullman did with “Lyra’s Oxford.”

Attention has turned now to the films, of course, since the first (presumably of 3) comes out next week. Perhaps some of the concerns I have will be addressed in the screenplays, the way that they were with the Lord of the Rings films.

Martha Marcy May Marlene (***)

14 Mar

This is a creepy film starring Elizabeth Olsen as Martha, who runs away from a cult and takes shelter with her sister Lucy (Sarah Paulson) and brother-in-law Ted (Hugh Dancy). The relationship between Martha and Lucy has never been great and it is strained further by Martha’s increasingly paranoid and worrying behaviour as she processes the things that she saw and did in a cult that bears no small resemblance to the Manson family (headed brilliantly by character actor John Hawkes). Already under stress from his work, Ted begins to lose patience with Martha and eventually demands that she move into a home that would take care of her – which is not unlike how the cult sold itself.

Martha Marcy May Marlene is the story of a disintegrating personality, with a disturbing tone throughout and a lot of silent moments between characters that multiply the tension. The ending is mysterious, in a good way. The film reminded me frequently of the shitty horror film The Strangers, due to the Manson connection, but the resemblance ends there; The Strangers is boring by-the-numbers torture porn and MMMM is mesmerizing.

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