The
opening of any film is rife with visual and thematic information and clues that
anticipate and inform the rest of the movie. With Thelma & Louise (1991), director Ridley Scott puts a new and
gendered spin on both the expansive road movie and the intimate buddy film.
Teeming with thrilling, life-affirming energy, exuberant comedy, warmth, and
wit, the movie focuses on the two title characters, utterly ordinary,
working-class women fleeing the monotony of their lives and discovering
unexpected, untapped wells of feeling and strength. Not unlike the Western hero
of Hollywood classics, these ordinary women encounter situations and conditions
that make them extraordinary. The Western is also invoked through Hans Zimmer’s
mournful, tough, galvanizing country tinged score. Even before the first scene,
over the opening credits, the music creates a poignant mood that is at once
earthly and ethereal, like Thelma &
Louise itself—or should it be “themselves”?
Intro
I love movies. I have loved movies all my life. I grew up on them. When I was eight years old, I managed to convince myself I would make movies when I grew up. Now I am in the process of getting a degree in Film Studies. I write about film more than ever before, partly because I have to for my classes, mostly because I enjoy it, because I have something to write about. Sometimes it helps me understand the film better; sometimes it helps me understand myself better.I created this blog as a place to showcase my work, and also as an incentive to keep writing reviews, analyses, and essays over breaks, when there’s no one here to grade me.I have tried many times, and failed, to explain in a coherent manner why it is that I love films. Here is my best—and most coherent—guess.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Friday, February 7, 2014
August: Osage County (2013)
“Life is very long,” T.S. Elliot’s immortal maxim, opens August: Osage County, a pulsing panorama
of unfulfilled lives. It must certainly seem so to Beverly (a wonderful,
grizzly Sam Shepard), the melancholic poet patriarch of the quarrelsome Weston
clan, because before long he decides to take matters into his own hands. In the
first scene of the film, he is hiring a live-in caretaker (a thankfully
reserved Misty Upham) for his ailing wife, Violet (Meryl Streep in a role that
should garner her an Oscar if she didn’t already have a truckload). Beverly’s
bristly voice betrays a history of bitter disappointment, a lifetime spent
among a few good books and a few more bottles of booze. “Facts are my wife
takes pills, and I drink. That’s the bargain we’ve struck, a little paragraph
in our marriage contract.” This is only a small part of the family pathology
that director John Wells (The Company Men)
brings to the screen in August: Osage
County. When Shepard’s character takes his leave, you will miss him; you
might also envy him.
His family will soon gather to the faded farmhouse to pay their last
respects to Bev—and their disrespects to each other, in a scalding, stormy
symphony of sarcastic insults, sneaky insinuations, shouted accusations,
smashed plates, and slammed doors. Adapted from the acid-tongued,
Pulitzer-winning play by Tracy Letts, the movie’s raw, blistering, bitterly
funny dialogue lets loose a barrage of nasty recriminations, mocking taunts and
hurtful revelations, all hurled with corrosive aplomb by an electrifying
ensemble cast. Long-hidden secrets are unearthed, lessons learned, tears shed,
and award nominations eagerly besought.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Battleship Potemkin (1925) Analysis
Soviet
filmmaker Sergei Eisenstein’s
Battleship Potemkin,
released in 1925, revolutionized cinema, making its director and Russian
filmmaking famous around the world. A master metteur en scene, Eisenstein focused more
on the possibilities of film itself than on character development or plot. The
director is interested in mass movements, and uses individuals only as representations
of the many, fusing sound and images together to create a vast and startling
ever-moving painting of often fearsome beauty. The overriding principle in Potemkin, as well as many of the
Eisenstein’s other works, is that of kineticism—from the intense movement and
dynamism within the frame, to the visual clash of his juxtapositions— which set
up the rhythm of his movies and introduced a more sophisticated style of editing
than had ever been used before.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Her (2013)
The movie’s official poster calls Her
“A Spike Jonze Love Story.” The decidedly unofficial “honest”
movie poster created by Uproxx calls it “a two-hour closeup of Joaquin
Phoenix’s face.” More on that in a bit; for now I’d like to focus on the
official tagline. Jonze (of the
genre-bending—and genre-shaping—Being John Malkovich and
Adaptation) is a
filmmaker with an astute sense of the absurd. His films are genuinely
provocative, brazenly original and bravely inquisitive, and Her, Jonze’s screenwriting debut, is no
exception. But the film also offers one of the loveliest romances ever to have
graced the silver screen. The fact that it transpires between a man and his software
only increases my admiration for the delicacy and depth of feeling packed into
the relationship, a brilliant conceptual gag that proves nonetheless sincere
and completely plausible. Wildly inventive, challenging and engaging, this subtly
profound film follows its own quirky, amusing course. It’s a melancholy, eerie
love story unlike anything else you’ve seen this year—or ever.
In Her’s opening shots,
Theodore Twombly (Joaquin Phoenix in a quietly heroic, beautifully hushed performance),
is making an unabashed declaration of love to an unseen beloved. The actor, as
well as his character, is unaffected, sincere, disarming. We quickly discover,
however, that his lovely words are not addressed to his beloved at all, that this
is what Theodore does for a living; the character is a latter-day Cyrano writing heartfelt
notes-for-hire at BeautifulHandwrittenLetters.com (the handwriting all
computer-generated, of course). The cuteness is instantly turned to cynicism,
in a movie that is both visionary and traditional, tender and cool, passionate
and wispy. Like the lingering analog affection for handwriting in a digital
age, Her argues for both the past and
the future, with a soulfully poetic spirit that’s become extremely rare in
American cinema.
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