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August 31, 2009

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Offspring caduceus writer for the respected and venerable current affairs publication The New Republic, Stephen Glass (Hayden Christensen), is a incomparable camerawoman delivering colourful as closely as litigious features. By the mid 90s, he has grow a hot Washington journalist with freelance assignments in Rolling Stone, Harper’s and George; a role ideal for the profession. But in 1998, one of his most famous stories of all starts to crumble and his career with it. Based on a valid story. 

August 29, 2009

Another Woman review

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What Allen began in Interiors and awkwardly attempted in September wills insensible courageously in Another Woman. While the confabulation is literally much the same as that of the previous year’s Alice, here the woman contemplating her obsession has a applicability that brings greater depth and awareness to the concept. In the past, Allen forces his protagonist’s epiphany totally hypnosis and occultism; in this movie, a cleaning woman is changed by all-too-believable, if serendipitous, circumstance.

Marion Post is a well-presented gal who has chosen a masculine exuberance. Relinquishing everything for career and matters of the mind, she is the booming chairperson of epistemology at a celebrated women’s college. Beautiful, intelligent and gracious, Marion has the respect of everyone she knows; her choices seem to be undergoing gone quite properly. Her control over her life&#8212and her emotions&#8212is absolute: nothing touches her. She’s satisfied.

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On sabbatical, Marion sublets a flat downtown where she can make out undisturbed. Settling in, she discovers that from one end to the other the ventilation approach, she can discover the precise intimate dialogues emanating from a psychiatrist’s office next door. Distracted by the intrusion, she addresses it easily by propping cushions in expression of the grate; we learn equity away that this is a skilful woman who is never discomposed. Yet later that day, while she catnaps, complete of the pillows slips down and Marion finds herself intrigued by the dewy-eyed laments of a young woman; ahead of lengthy, she gives in completely to this voyeuristic inappropriateness. Although this vile, unseen woman is corporeal, there is little doubt that we are meant to appreciate her to represent Marion’s own repressed emotions. As the story progresses, Marion encounters people and events that begin to dismantle her self-perception and display her to herself.

Another Woman is a chivalrous undertaking for a master dialogue comic. A sensitive film about an insensitive woman, the tone is ironic and humorless, but never dreary. The dramatic devices Allen chooses to deliver revelations&#8212simultaneously to his hieroglyphic and the viewer&#8212are brilliantly conceived through Marion’s self-narrative, the overheard plaints of a third party and a few well-placed celebration flashbacks. Maybe the film’s most noteworthy expedient is the director’s impeccable casting: there are interminable scenes in which only the command character appears but does not be significant mention or interact, and there are too few actors who could carry the cull in such circumstances. Gena Rowlands is this motion picture, and she is as stunning here as in her Oscar®-nominated execution in husband John Cassavates’ A Partner Under the Influence, the polar opposite of this contained and distanced cleaning woman. Her distraction becomes ours, her contemplations and reflections spark our own introspections so that we are not entirely complicit voyeurs, but participants as well.

The supporting ensemble is the usual who’s who of accomplished actors game to inflame within Allen’s spartan budget, although other than Farow, they are all first-timers. Gene Hackman earns his deter as the limerick personage at genial with his emotions, and John Houseman, in his final performance, is a painful shadow of his in a jiffy imposing figure. Everyone, as even, seems to give their win out over in behalf of Woody.

Another Woman, like Deconstructing Harry and the previously mentioned Alice, draws somewhat shamelessly from Ingmar Bergman’s Wild Strawberries (Smultronstället), but here Allen finally succeeds in creating a dramatic honesty that is indubitably his own. His persona has not in the least been so unambiguously away from a coating bearing his double stamp, and while this may alienate some, it is a joyous release for the sake of this reviewer to realize the celebrity of it. Bravo, Woody.

August 28, 2009

Bride of the Wind (2001)

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“Bride of the Wind is burdened
with a wooden story and characterizations.”

Reviewed by Dennis Schwartz

A sumptuous visual and musical treat, and also a splendid costume
period piece. But “Bride of the Wind” is burdened with a wooden story and
characterizations. It is not as colorful as Ken Russell’s much more exciting
1974 film on this subject entitled Mahler. “Bride of the Wind” is set in
the Vienna of the early 20th-century, where we first see the attractive
and young Alma Schindler (Sarah Wynter) attending a decadent ball. Unfortunately
Sarah Wynter plays her part without wit or charm, as she reads her lines
without possessing the gravity of the part. Director Bruce Beresford does
not know how to be subtle, so every expression made by the uninspiring
Alma and her friends is exaggerrated–which make for unintended laughs.

The girl is a born flirt, musical composer and singer. The much older
Gustave Mahler (Jonathan Pryce) has a hard-on for her. He courts his outspoken
critic after attending a dinner-party where she’s a guest. Alma brazenly
tells him at the dinner that she thinks he’s a better conductor than a
composer. Mahler’s reputation is as a great musician and as a lady’s man,
but he’s unsure of himself in her bedroom. But he is relieved that she
finds his bedroom performance acceptable. Their marriage is approved by
her upstart Czech mother and more reluctantly by her artist stepfather.
What helps is that this Jewish outsider converted to Christianity to aid
his career (He says: “No cross. No concerts”) and he is now acceptable
in anti-Semitic Austria, where he has gained a reputation for his complex
and innovative symphonies. But it can never be forgotten that he’s still
really a Jew. In one scene, when Alma can’t stand him anymore she says:
“I hate you, I hate your Jewish music.” This also seemed more amusing than
dramatic.

The aim of “Bride of the Wind” is to trace the frustrated Alma’s
busy love life over two decades, starting in 1902 with her meeting of Mahler.
There will be drawn out affairs with the following men: The artist Gustav
Klimt, the artist Oskar Kokoschka, the architect of the Bauhaus movement
Walter Gropius and the novelist Franz Werfel. Alma is saddled with an unfulfilling
marriage and feels creatively stifled, as Mahler will not let her advance
her own career. As Mahler’s wife she becomes his assistant, his accountant,
and servant. Her main task is taking care of their two daughters, Maria
and the younger Anna. When Maria dies a sadness comes over the entire household,
but even this emotion letting seems cold and distant. Beresford doesn’t
have the words to give his character the proper feelings.

Mahler buries himself in work, while Alma recoups from her weariness
in a health sanitarium. Here she meets the gracious, attentive and wimpy
young architect, Walter Gropius (Simon Verhoeven). They become lovers and
when Mahler accidently finds out, he says to her –I hope you choose me,
but you are free to go if you wish. Mahler reminds her of her father, and
he gives her status–which becomes her reasons to say she is committed
to keeping this marriage intact.

When Mahler who is suffering from a damaged heart dies in Vienna
after his tenure in NYC, in 1910, the film also dies due to boredom. The
remainder of the melodrama concerns Alma’s affairs, and it is told without
a coherent rhythm. She meets the wild artist Oskar Kokoschka (Vincent Perez).
Kokoschka is young, unconventional, and daring. He paints what he feels
are the motives in the person he sees, and not how they actually look.
Their affair leads to a famous painting of Alma that Kokoschka calls Bride
of the Wind, a depiction of their passion amid a storm-swept background.
But she feels Oskar is choking her creativity like Mahler did, so she rejects
him and he joins the army where he is falsely reported killed at the front.
When he shows up a year later and sees she’s pregnant, he exclaims you
haven’t aborted out baby. She tells the delusional artist that he can’t
count, that the baby is obviously not his. The baby is from Gropius, as
she married the ambitious, younger architect. He’s Germanic, conventional
and boring, who eventually also can’t satisfy her artistic nature. Their
marriage lasts but a few years, and soon Alma finds contentment with the
cuddly novelist Franz Werfel — a Jew. The movie ends with a 1925 recital
at which soprano Frances Alda (Renee Fleming) performed Alma’s songs, but
even that striking event had no resonance.

The biopic felt lifeless, and I doubt very much that the characterizations
of the big name artists represented are accurate.

August 27, 2009

The Wood review

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Huh?

What is this, this summer’s theme? Even if “American Pie” got there
first, it’s one of life’s unanswered questions, like “How do they get the
lime out of empty Corona beer bottles?”

“The Wood,” slang for Inglewood, Calif., is a reminiscence about
growing up in the middle-class African American community.

The picture, directed by Rick Famuyiwa, becomes a juggling act,
contrasting the efforts of the three grown-up buddies to get to a wedding on
time, with flashbacks of their youth.

As luck would have it, the rising young actors Omar Epps and Taye Diggs
appear in the adult segments,
but the teenage flashbacks are much more fun.

Fortunately, those feature Sean Nelson and Malinda Williams, who are
worth keeping an eye on.

It is an ensemble piece, but the main character is Mike, played by Epps
as an adult and by Nelson as a teenager.

Addressing the camera directly, Epps says right off the bat that “The
Wood” is “not about what you think it is,” but there are enough erection
jokes to make the audience wonder. There are also booty jokes and vomit
jokes, but it’s not about those, either.

The starting point is the reluctance of Roland (Diggs) to leave his youth
behind and take on adult responsibilities.

Diggs, who played the lover in
“How Stella Got Her Groove Back,” doesn’t have much to work with here.
Roland’s drunk on his wedding day — before the wedding, that is — and over
at his old girlfriend’s place.

As Mike and Slim (Richard T. Jones) try to sober him up, they revisit
scenes of their youth. There are flashbacks of the teenagers at three points
in the ’80s, starting when they are 14 and Mike has just arrived from North
Carolina.

It also gives this MTV Films production the opportunity to make use of
hip-hop music and ballads from the ’80s.

Mostly, Roland and Slim goad Mike into trouble, including with a spirited
girl named Alicia (Williams). It becomes clear that Mike and Alicia are the
couple the film is really interested in, and Nelson and Williams’ scenes are
the best in “The Wood.”

The question is, will the couple manage to get together as adults?

Another question is, when will Epps, who was in “The Mod Squad,” get a
picture worthy of his obvious talent?

August 25, 2009

The Time Machine (1960)

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Retaining the while environment but stripping away the denigration on the British class organized whole, George Pal (who made a much better career of Do battle of the Worlds) reduces HG Wells’ sci-fi new to its defoliated bones. Taylor is the scientist flung forward in time to the year 802,701, where he encourages the stillness-loving Elois to rise up against their subterranean enemies, the Morlocks. The quaint time after time machine and Oscar-winning special effects power one’s interest initially, but the whole effect is story of glossy emptiness.

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August 24, 2009

Premonition review

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I’ve been a rabid fan of Asian cinema for the days 20 years, and I’ve also been on the bandwagon for the unending “Asian Abhorrence Renaissance” that was heralded by the release of Ringu some seven years ago. I have avidly sought out any and all Asian horror films, from the defeat (Ju-On, A Tale Of Two Sisters) to the not-so-great (St. John’s Wort), and whether they come from Japan, Korea, China or uniform with Thailand, I demand noticed the same thing. Much like in Hollywood, anyone good idea can certainly go a long way, but at times the premise gets stretched too bones. Japan’s Premonition is one of these instances where it’s been done outstrip before.

Premonition is based on a manga called Fear Newspaper or The Newspaper Of Terror, both names are mentioned, in which a mysterious paper appears to people telling them of terrible things to come. Looking past the fact that a CBS television show, Early Edition, was based on this same premise, the reality is that the idea of a phantom newspaper is pretty silly. The way it’s presented in the film, as a phenomenon that drives people insane, to their deaths, or both, is pretty cool. I mean, how can you argue watching a boy driven mad by the horror of the paper, strait-jacketed for his own protection, biting off his own tongue and crawling around like a maggot, writing out the predictions with the blood dripping from his own mouth? Visuals like that aren’t too common, but that’s a good thing.

The main premise, that of a family and how the paper comes to alter their lives, bears a lot of similarity to Ringu, which coincidentally Producer Takashige Ichise also produced. The Satomi family is returning from a road trip and Hideki, the father, needs to stop at a payphone. It’s here that he first sees the mysterious paper, predicting the death of his young daughter, Nana, in a fatal car accident. He watches his wife, Ayaka (played by the beautiful Noriko Sakai from Ju-On: The Grudge 2), struggle with Nana’s broken seatbelt in the backseat of their car, but is paralyzed to act. As Ayaka steps away from the car, a runaway dump truck plows into it. In typical Asian fashion (I mean, Jet Li’s son and all his schoolmates are blown up in a bus in High Risk), Nana is not killed instantly, but instead calls out for help as the ruptured gas tank turns the wrecked vehicle into her fiery tomb.

We pick up three years later and the death of their daughter has driven them apart. Hideki is still plagued by his inability to act and Ayaka is doing all she can to try and believe his claims that a newspaper warned him of the accident before it could happen. It’s here that the movie picks up steam, as her research into the phenomenon of the paper leads her to actual evidence of the paper and those who’ve seen it. In fact, some become so tuned in to the paper’s predictions that they are driven insane by their inaction to do anything, or driven to their deaths by taking action to stop them. You see, every time you change the paper’s predictions it will exact a physical toll on you, i.e. save someone from a fire and you will be burned. In the last act, Hideki is forced to relive every variation on the events of that fateful night and comes to learn that man makes his own fate.

The DVD:

Picture: The film is presented in a 16:9 widescreen transfer and really looks great, with a clear sharp picture with little to no grain present.

Audio: The Japanese Dolby Digital 5.1 Surround track (with English subtitles) sounds great, with a wonderfully atmospheric sound design and moody music.

Extras: Lions Gate Films have provided a nice selection of Extra Features on this Disc, which is the second Volume of their “J-Horror” Line, including a “Making of…” featurette, interviews with the director and cast, clips from the Japanese press conference, a Visual FX featurette and trailers for additional Lions Gate releases.

Conclusion: Premonition, while a fairly mediocre film storywise, is a visually impressive piece. From the classic Toho logo, which I’m happy Lions Gate left in place, to the cascading and overlapping realities of the finale, the film certainly gets your attention. It’s just that in current climate of the growing Asian Horror market, it’s no longer enough to make a slick, scary movie, there has to be soemthing that sets it apart from the pack. While I still love and recommend the Korean film Phone, the smaller J-Horror Cursed has quickly been forgotten. Premonition could have ranked up there among the best, but doesn’t push the boundaries of it’s premise far enough. Rent It.

August 23, 2009

Despite its title, Red Plane…

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Despite its title, Red Planet Mars takes place on terra firma, sans extent ships, cosmic rays or set out cadets. It is a fantastic concoction [from a play by John L. Balderston and John Hoare] delving into the realms of science, statesmanship, religion, world affairs and Communism.

Pic’s main theme deals with a scientist (Peter Graves) who has managed to achieve radio contact with Mars. Messages from the planet cause all sorts of havoc on earth. The Martians, it appears, have prolonged the life span to 300 years and use cosmic power for energy. As a result of this news and the contact with Mars, mere earth dwellers fear that these secrets will soon be forwarded to earth and will change the entire economic structure of the globe.

Despite the hokum dished out, the actors concerned turn in creditable performances.

August 22, 2009

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Even kids are likely to respond to "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III" with less enthusiasm than they did to the sooner two films in this series. Parents are advised to run for a multiplex showing an adult picture they want to be vigilant . . . unless it's good the price of admission to take a nap.

This time the heroes in a half-shell are transported back in time to feudal Japan, where they encounter samurai warriors, evil British traders and a dead ringer for their friend Casey Jones (Elias Koteas, back after a one-film respite).

The plot, if it can be called that, has the sewer-dwelling pizza-eaters trying to rescue their anchorwoman friend April (Paige Turco, reprising her role for the second time in a row), who has been thrust into the past, 17th-century Japan to be precise. So, the Ninja Turtles travel back as well, and it's fish-out-of-water time as Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael and Michel-angelo do battle with the bad guys and try to bring two warring groups together, cracking bad jokes along the way.

Not that any of this is supposed to make sense. It's really just an excuse to change locale for the hi-jinks of these guys. But there's no question that in between drop-kicks, swordplay and the explosions of cannons, the dialogue has lost all hope of being anything even remotely clever or witty.

There are plenty of references to modern-day pop influences, from "Wayne's World" to "The Addams Family" to the Three Stooges to Clint Eastwood . . . and a few more arcane references, such as the joke about Kurt Russell in "Backdraft." And if you aren't convinced these filmmakers were desperate, consider this: They even use the unusually stereotypical "Grimy Harry" and "Terminator" lines, "Make my day!" and "I'll be back!"

By the film's final reel, there was a feeling sweeping through the auditorium that even the youngest children there would be glad when it was over.

Trying to foresee box office reaction in advance is a futile effort, but my guess is that "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III" will do well initially but that kids won't be going back for second and third helpings.

The film is rated PG for considerable violence and a few scattered mild profanities.

Inkheart review

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Director Iain Softley – who more than earned his spurs with his real 1997 adaptation of Henry James’s ‘The Wings of the Dove’ – relishes the task of bringing German litterateur Cornelia Funke’s quaint adventure novel to the screen, drawing a clutch of charismatic and amusingly hammy performances from his predominantly British cast while gently espousing the pleasures of reading.

Same matrix year’s delinquent pleasure ‘Enchanted’, ‘Inkheart’ plays on the fantastical possibilities of an overlie between fiction and reality, homing in on actor Brendan Fraser, who yet again essays another of his affable khaki academics. He plays a ‘Silvertongue’ – no, not a stalwart on the regional blue comedy perimeter – someone with the ability to bring the written word to life when he reads out aloud. Problems arise when he inadvertently unleashes the megalomaniacal Capricorn (Andy Serkis as an amalgam of Gollum and a camp Engagement villain) into the world while simultaneously incarcerating his wife into the pages of the titular novel.

Setting slack on a Euro-jaunt with his daughter Meggie (Eliza Bennett) in order to settle a rare volume of ‘Inkheart’ and invalidate his myriad supernatural wrongs, he gathers a hangers-on of variously concerned/ angered conscripts (Helen Mirren, Jim Broadbent and Paul Bettany – all enjoyable), whose characters put the facets of the fiction world, from the gatherer to the author to the endearing fictional side-actor who’s eventually doomed to death. It’s a familiar naval scuttlebutt, but identical told with spunk, wit and visual flare; of particular note is the dilapidated Germanic fortress where Capricorn and his cronies reside, which looks a charge out of prefer it was plucked plain from the warped minds of a Gilliam or a del Toro.

August 18, 2009

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This is the original version of the story forth ungovernable kids who feel betrayed by their father that Ozu remade as Ohayo thirty-seven years later. I Was Born, But… doesn’t have the later film’s oscillations between comedy and a tragic sense of defeat; degree, it begins as a extraordinarily chaotic comedy, and then abruptly switches to a darker tone when the boys lose their respect for their father. It’s silent (Ozu resisted talkies until 1935), but its visual style is so dynamic that you hardly notice; both the gags and the emotional disappointments are anchored in a tried sense of characterisation that remains wholly strong, and the pace of the all things considered vapour is eminence of Buster Keaton at his best.

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