Juicy film tidbits for your pleasure.

Saturday, January 31, 2004


Sylvia
dir. Christine Jeffs
Christine Jeffs' Sylvia starts promisingly, in the beautiful setting of Cambridge, where headstrong poets Sylvia Plath (Gwenyth Paltrow) and Ted Hughes (Daniel Craig) start up a firey romance. However from then on it takes a dip and continues to decline until the very poorly executed final scenes. Instead of concentrating of Plath's poetic, intense personality, the film cuts away most things to turn it into a fairly plodding melodramatic romance between the two characters. Convinced her husband has been unfaithful, the two eventually split (after about an hour of tension and shouting matches between them), and the film really takes a dive. Without Craig's brooding presence it is left to Gwenyth to command our attention, and she fails to do so. The script is at least partially to blame--Sylvia is portrayed more as a wilting, melancholic character and Paltrow has very little to do. The ending comes rather abruptly, with the only explanation of her suicide being Hughes' womanising and their estrangment. Jeffs fails to offer real depth to the project, and instead it ends up as a watchable but rather pointless romantic drama. Overall Sylvia is a very, very underwhelming picture.
** 1/2

Sunday, January 25, 2004


American Splendor
dir. Shari Springer Bergman, Robert Pulcini
Shari Springer Bergman and Robert Pulcini's offbeat American Splendor is one of the most involving film about ordinary, undynamic people I've seen in recent years. It slowly draws us into the mundane life of file clerk Harvey Pekar, perfectly characterised by Paul Giametti. A man with a seemingly uninteresting life, he meets soon-to-be-legendary artist Robert Crumb and together they realise that even his ordinary existence can be the stuff of legend. Their comic book collaboration American Splendor succeeds in the same way this film does: Harvey becomes a superhero for everyone, his neverendingly miserable look on life and bouts of curmudgeonly rage substituted for superpowers. With the entrance of Harvey's muse Joyce Brabner (wonderfully played by Hope Davis), a woman who inexplicably understands and connects with Harvey's look on life while at the same time existing on her own quirky plane, and Harvey's bout with cancer, the film is sweet, engaging and powerful in its own unique way. All the time, the film is fused with footage of the real Pekar (who also serves as narrator) and Brabner, not only to show us that the performances are surprisingly close to reality (Judah Friedlander's portrayal of uber-nerd Toby is shockingly exact, we discover) but also to continue the theme of the comic book itself, an artistic representation of real life. The whole style of the film is refreshingly different while remaining true to the source. A wonderful achievement.
**** 1/2

Sunday, January 11, 2004


2003 has not been a great year for lighter films. My favorites of the year include Mystic River, Cold Mountain and The Magdalene Sisters, none of which are particularly comedic. That's why it is such a relief to see a film like Sofia Coppola's Lost In Translation, a beautifully touching, funny, charming look at the relationship which develops between two people out of their element. Slowly our two main characters, Bob (Bill Murray) and Charlotte (Scarlett Johansson), both undergoing life crises, meet and forge a relationship in their Tokyo hotel. Bob is an actor sleepwalking through a whiskey commercial for an enormous amount of money, Charlotte has accompanied her feckless photographer husband on a shoot. Both feeling increasingly detached from their significant others as well as the world in general, the confusing and different backdrop of Tokyo only exacerbating this. Although unlikely friends, they form a close comraderie through various escapades in the city. Coppola succeeds in making their relationship entirely believeable, and the equally youthful and mature performances of Murray and Johansson adds to their powerful chemistry. The two are simply a delight to watch onscreen, Bob's deadpan humour playing perfectly off of the arch and enchanting Charlotte.
Lost In Translation is just one of those films that's so enchanting, you don't want to end. But when it does, it achieves a rare emotional power for what is a simple romantic comedy, and ensures its place in your memory for a very long time. One of the best of the year.
*****


Every so often, you see a film that tries very hard to be worthy and just doesn't quite manage it. The Last Samurai is one of those movies. A long, sprawling epic set in Japan as the 20th century draws near, the film concerns itself with the passing of more ancient Japaneese customs (that of the samurai) and the rise of westernisation. Tom Cruise is US Army Captain Nathan Algren, haunted by what he's committed in the past, who is hired to train the Japaneese to use American weapons.
The story moves on very slowly, especially once Algren is captured by the rogue samurai he was trying to kill, led by Katsumoto (Ken Watanabe, a powerful presence in the film). We are treated to Algren's slow integration into the culture, punctuated by uneccesary and grating voice-over diary entries as well of plenty of slow-motion close-ups. Most of the film is predictable, especially in this section, and that just adds to the boredom. The film builds up to a big conclusion with some nicely done battle scenes, but even these lack the overwhelming epic power of Return of the King or the lyricism of Cold Mountain. Tom Cruise and Ken Watanabe do their best but are both hampered by an awful, clichéd script. Cruise is particularly unconvincing, although he does try very hard. Watanabe has such natural charisma and power that he emerges from the film far better off, and he is the most memorable thing about it (outside of the nice art direction and cinematography). Edward Zwick's direction is perfunctory and clunky, and the smaller 'comedic' roles of Timothy Spall and Billy Connelly are cringeworthy. To top it off, the movie finishes quite terribly. Overall, The Last Samurai gets almost everything wrong.
**

Saturday, January 10, 2004


Having read and not particularly enjoyed Charles Frazier's book Cold Mountain, I wasn't sure what to expect from Anthony Minghella's film adaptation. The novel was affecting at times and well written, but too detached and at times uninvolving. However, in transferring the book to film Minghella gives the story much more energy and emotional power than I thought possible. Credit must go to his screenplay for structuring the film in a much more accesible style, allowing the audience to connect with the two leads (Nicole Kidman and Jude Law) very quickly. For the first part of the film we are shown the slow kindling of a romance between Ada (Kidman) and Inman (Law) in the town of Cold Mountain. But as their relationship begins to develop, the Civil War breaks out and the fledgling couple are separated as Inman travels to the front lines. Although there is only one moment of passion between the two, a kiss as Inman prepares to leave Cold Mountain, their relationship is very convincing and we fully believe in Inman's attachement to Ada (and vice versa) as he goes off to fight.
This relationship is intercut with the current situation of the film--Ada, her father (Donald Sutherland in a brief but effective role) now dead and her farm in disrepair, is sinking further and further into poverty and despair, with food fast disappearing and no word of Inman. The arrival of Ruby Thewes (Renée Zellweger) invigorates the film just as it is beginning to slow. Zellweger's overpoweringly charismatic performance as a young woman who comes to help Ada dominates every scene she's in, not only funny but by the end truly powerful as well. Minghella drifts between lighter scenes of bonding between the two unlikely friends and harrowing scenes of torture and loss as the war spirals out of control. Kidman, in a role much more understated than those in The Hours and Moulin Rouge!, is quiet but solid, holding her own well against Zellweger's force of nature performance.
I felt that some of the best scenes in Cold Mountain came from Inman's side of the story, as he deserts from the army and tries to trek home to Ada. Beginning with an awesome battle scene, Minghella loads the film with several uncompromising and brutal sequences, depicting the horror of war at its worst. The best of these is Inman's encounter with Sara (Natalie Portman), a young mother trying to sustain her baby daughter. Portman is excellent, conveying the ruin and devastation the war has caused as well as her own personal grief tremendously. Law is captivating as Inman, never resorting to histrionics but always commanding the audience's attention while he's onscreen. He perfectly displays Inman's inner torture and the personal anguish the fighting has exerted on him.
The one major flaw of the film is the character of Teague (Ray Winstone), a fairly one-dimensional marshal hunting down Law and other deserters from the army. The role is an underwritten one in what is a very deep movie, and thus is very jarring whenever he's onscreeen. The film works nonetheless, but it occasionally compromises the power of some scenes. The ending also slips into slight sentimentality, especially the final few scenes, but thanks to the performances it remains believeable.
Overall, Cold Mountain is a very worthy film that suceeds on an emotional level and a visual level and is filled with strong performances. It's probably Minghella's finest film so far--it's certainly his most powerful.
**** 1/2

Monday, January 05, 2004

I'm gonna be a copycat (thank you Sundy)...

My Top 50 Performances of 2002

1. Julianne Moore, Far From Heaven


2. Jack Nicholson About Schmidt


3. Nicolas Cage, Adaptation


4. Adrien Brody, The Pianist


5. Catherine Zeta-Jones, Chicago


6. Paul Newman, Road To Perdition


7. Campbell Scott, Roger Dodger


8. Chris Cooper, Adaptation


9. Dennis Quaid, Far From Heaven


10. Maribel Verdu, Y Tu Mama Tambien


11. Christopher Walken, Catch Me If You Can


12. Al Pacino, Insomnia


13. Meryl Streep, Adaptation


14. Adam Sandler, Punch-Drunk Love


15. Dario Grandinetti, Talk To Her


16. Jennifer Aniston, The Good Girl


17. Tom Hanks, Catch Me If You Can


18. Natascha McElhone, Solaris


19. Stephen Dillane, The Hours


20. Eminem, 8 Mile


21. Steve Coogan, 24 Hour Party People


22. Nicole Kidman, The Hours


23. Colin Farrell, Minority Report


24. Andy Serkis, The Lord Of The Rings: The Two Towers


25. Samantha Morton, Minority Report


26. Julianne Moore, The Hours


27. Leonardo DiCaprio, Catch Me If You Can


28. George Clooney, Solaris


29. Zooey Deschanel, The Good Girl


30. Mekhi Phifer, 8 Mile


31. Javier Camara, Talk To Her


32. Dennis Haysbert, Far From Heaven


33. Gael Garcia Bernal, Y Tu Mama Tambien


34. Viggo Mortensen, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers


35. Richard Gere, Chicago


36. Emily Watson, Punch-Drunk Love


37. Queen Latifah, Chicago


38. Viola Davis, Solaris


39. Patricia Clarkson, Far From Heaven


40. Jude Law, Road To Perdition


41. Sam Rockwell, Confessions of a Dangerous Mind


42. Jeremy Davies, Solaris


43. Philip Seymour Hoffman, Punch-Drunk Love


44. Kathy Bates, About Schmidt


45. Robin Williams, Insomnia


46. John C. Reilly, Chicago


47. Kim Basinger, 8 Mile


48. Tom Cruise, Minority Report


49. Meryl Streep, The Hours


50. Renée Zellweger, Chicago