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11/20/2009

Movie Review: The Messenger (2009)



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When you see them, you know precisely what’s coming. Likewise, when their military issued beeper goes off, they know precisely what’s coming.

Parking their nondescript vehicle far away from the NOK (Next of Kin) and impeccably clad in a non-combat uniform, they walk towards the home of a deceased soldier. Their mission is above all to follow-the-script, avoid musical doorbells in favor of a knock, forgo a standard greeting or introduction, and speak only to the NOK in delivering the news that the soldier in their lives has died somewhere on the other side of the world.



“Killed” and “died," we learn, are the only two words you should ever say
since gentler terms like “passing” or “lost” leave room for uncertainty for those in denial. These are just a few of the rules that Captain Tony Stone (Woody Harrelson) shares with Ben Foster’s injured, decorated and returned Iraqi war vet Will Montgomery who has been assigned to the Army’s Casualty Notification team for his three remaining months of military service. Furthermore, Montgomery is additionally warned that hugs are prohibited even if NOKs break down and, similarly that touching is only appropriate in the event of a medical emergency.



Although they are able to share details regarding the incident that have been confirmed, Stone’s recruit is given the strictest warning to memorize their names and always get the facts right since the wrong addresses and soldier information has been given in the past. Advised not to linger but simply return later even if it means walking out on a soldier’s pregnant girlfriend since they weren’t married in time to become his official NOK, Montgomery and Stone’s duty is to get in before the relatives see it on the news and get out especially when confronted by those who react violently. Then they depart with the only reassurance they can share, swiftly telling the NOK, “I’m sorry for your loss” and that the CAO (Casualty Assistance Officer) will be visiting them in four hours to make arrangements.

And even with Captain Tony Stone’s incredibly detailed list guided both by Army procedure and his extensive on-the-job experience, as co-screenwriter Alessandro Camon explains, “It’s never going to be an exact science because the job is to break someone’s heart.” Furthermore, while the amount of rules and military acronyms used add an immediate air of coldness to the team’s “sacred” duty to those outside of the service, it’s evident from the start that the entire system including the “script” the men have to fall back on regardless of what awaits them is what has ensured that Stone’s recovering alcoholic could carry on with his extraordinarily devastating job.

Although alcohol and womanizing are still the two things he relies on—falling off the wagon occasionally and into strangers’ beds repeatedly since he’s unable to sleep after delivering the news—we also realize the morose sense-of-humor and cynical judgments he makes during his missions are part of his ongoing defense mechanism. However, it’s his attitude and the impersonality of the procedure including leaping to assumptions about the lives of those he visits that gets tested when he’s paired up with Foster’s Montgomery.



Based on the two year evolving screenplay he wrote with Alessandro Camon, acclaimed screenwriter Oren Moverman makes his feature filmmaking debut with this quietly powerful near-docudrama. A critical favorite on the film festival circuit, The Messenger not only garnered the support of the military via the Defense Department’s Hollywood liaison office but also ensured authenticity on all levels, using vets as extras who were involved in the film’s twenty-eight day Fort Dix area shoot.

Despite this, I fear that it will be simply too easy for audiences to write off the film as another Iraq movie and the second release in 2009 which is sure to receive Oscar consideration along with Kathryn Bigelow’s Iraq-set, on the battlefield effort The Hurt Locker. However those who seek out The Messenger will be surprised to uncover that it avoids every major war movie cliché and—similar to Hurt Locker—shows us a different aspect of combat than we’ve ever seen before as The Messenger takes place right here at home.



Following his career-making turn in 3:10 to Yuma by managing to steal scenes away from that title’s two marquee stars of Russell Crowe and Christian Bale, which was evident when I screened it in my movie discussion series, Ben Foster returns with another dynamic performance. Introspective, reactive, and—similar to Ryan Golsing’s turn in Half Nelson—as fascinating in his silences as he is with his sparse dialogue, his portrayal of Will, whom he named after an actual soldier he meet at Walter Reed feels heartbreakingly genuine.



While avoiding the label of a message film, the sight of Foster’s injured and emotionally conflicted combat veteran being thrust back into a different aspect of the war as it exists in the United States provides The Messenger with some subtle ironic commentary on just what is happening to our soldiers. Yet by adhering to the authentic military playbook on technique and procedure instead of speech-giving or filling his movie with too many instantly recognizable soldier movie clichés, Moverman’s work becomes far more potent especially when Will Montgomery begins to deviate from Stone’s orders.



After the men are thrown off balance by the controlled reaction of Samantha Morton’s widow Lara who, having been a longtime military wife, actually thanks the men and empathizes with their plight, Montgomery becomes haunted by her bravery in battle. He begins checking up on her, first from afar until he intervenes when he sees her struggle in the mall with gung-ho recruiters. While it’s obvious that there’s a connection between the two that you sense could easily develop into a romance despite the horrific circumstances in which they’d met, fortunately Moverman realizes that to go too far in this direction would be to lose audience respect and authenticity.



Yet, I applauded his courage and the naturalistic style of filmmaking that was particularly evident in a sequence wherein Foster and Morton’s characters actually acknowledge their sexual tension aloud, confront their nerves, fumble, and voice their opinions in the type of footage that would’ve either been left on the cutting room floor of most films or would never have been written in the first place. It’s one of the most exquisite scenes in the film as Morton is given a beautiful speech that finally allows audiences who may have been judging her character beforehand the opportunity to look past the surface and at the same time, watch as Montgomery realizes just how wrong Stone had been in one of own his judgments to gorgeous effect.

Likewise by avoiding the follow-through on an obligatory male bonding fight and refreshingly having enough faith in the intellect of his audience not to have to spell everything out concretely as the slice-of-life in the face-of-death work moves on, Moverman manages to cast quite a haunting spell over viewers. He does so by only touching on issues like the “walking dead” or the effect the war has had in bringing back individuals who’ve shared that they have nothing in common with the person they were before they left as well as the unparalleled loyalty they feel to the overall family of “the Army,” which in some cases has taken precedence over or replaced their own.



Moreover, Moverman’s film is a unique character piece that feels like it has more in common with Tom McCarthy’s The Station Agent than Kathryn Bigelow’s Hurt Locker, which makes The Messenger a wonderful companion film to Locker and also showcases Woody Harrelson, Ben Foster, and Samantha Morton’s best performances in years.


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11/19/2009

Blu-ray Review: The Open Road (2009)



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As coach Ted Danson reasons, baseball players “don't say things like eluding” especially as an excuse for a poor pitching performance. However, the word choice employed by the moody minor leaguer Carlton Garrett seems even more conspicuous when you consider that the struggling hurler in The Open Road is played by the 'N Sync who aspired to "bring sexy back," Mr. Justin Timberlake.



In writer/director Michael Meredith's independent film which the actors describe as “a slice of life” genre piece in the Blu-ray's succinct featurette, musician and former Mickey Mouseketeer Timberlake takes a swing at being the dramady's protagonist as opposed to the bevy of antagonistic roles he admits he's taken on in the past.

And surely it's intriguing to watch Timberlake explore his range as an actor since he does have an appealing onscreen presence. Yet in Meredith's aptly named Open Road movie, he's incredibly outmatched when sharing scenes with veteran award-winning performers that include Danson's real-life wife Mary Steenburgen as Timberlake's dying mom, Jeff Bridges as his baseball Hall of Famer estranged dad, and Harry Dean Stanton as his protective granddad. Furthermore, because a bulk of Timberlake's performance is trying to not simply play catch but fire the ball back like it's on fire when Jeff Bridges' convention circuit, glory day reliving booze-hound throws him a curveball, Timberlake strikes out before he even he steps up to the plate.



Prior to Jeff Bridges' introduction, Timberlake proves to be a capable sport, even though we sense that infield goes way in during some genuinely tender moments where Mary Steenburgen gently eases authentic sweetness in Timberlake that makes their tight mother/son bond quite believable which is vital in ensuring he's going to be a player or protagonist for whom we can root. Making the most of her role as Carter's gravely ill mother Katherine, Steenburgen essentially serves as the movie's inciting incident and/or home plate to send Carter around the bases and well into The Open Road.

Announcing that she refuses to sign the consent form for a serious operation unless she can see and speak with Carter's wandering man-of-the-road father--the iconic and beloved athlete Kyle “Lonestar” Garrett-- Carter reluctantly agrees to her terms, with the reminder that the clock is ticking from his granddad Harry Dean Stanton who also tosses Timberlake some light softballs in the opening act.

Luckily before he's overpowered by Bridges, Timberlake's Carter is given the most valuable teammate via Kate Mara's strong ex-girlfriend Lucy who agrees to make the trip with Carter. As inevitably the trip suffers a number of setbacks, misunderstandings, confrontations, and arguments about the past between the self-involved father and his James Dean-esque sensitive and bitter son, the movie benefits from adding more layers to these scenes with the romantic subplot.

Normally a love story would be the last thing a small indie would need to divert focus, considering that Road is trying to be so many different things throughout since it deals with the need to find yourself, forgive those who've harmed you and come to terms with your family to get where you are going. Yet, because Timberlake's skill as a performer is so unequal to that of the mesmerizing Jeff Bridges who-- like Steenburgen-- adds extra layers to what could've been an interchangeable ego-maniacal rock star/actor/athlete/writer role, it's precisely the right play by Meredith.



Acting as a nice buffer to help prevent us from immediately seeing through the little chemistry and acting mismatch in the movie, Mara brings a much needed mixture of female strength and loveliness to her role that makes me eager to see her in future films including Iron Man 2 (the first of which ironically starred Bridges).

With the immediate understated sexual tension between Lucy and Carter that echoes his own parents' relationship (adding a next generation cathartic layer to bring the men closer together), we realize that there's several innings left in their relationship and that the platonic and flirtatious signals will ensure Meredith switch-hits in tone from comedic to dramatic.

Uneven throughout mostly because of Timberlake and also some too-on-the-nose lines and plot threads that are introduced and dropped, it's nonetheless a solid indie that moves into above average territory because of the great Jeff Bridges and a wonderful supporting cast including cameos by Lyle Lovett among others.



Essentially it's a mostly male version of Bonneville or a young adult road movie without the American Pie antics as it's a largely wholesome venture. And while you may end up with more questions than Meredith has answers such as why Timberlake seems to be the only one without a continuous Texan accent, the film is bound to do well on cable networks like Anchor Bay's associated Starz Channel.



Historically it's the first film on Blu-ray that I've ever received in studio screener form, thereby making Anchor Bay miles ahead of the rest in ensuring anti-piracy of high-definition titles if they should fall into another's hands. And although I'm not sure if this happened because it was a screener, there seemed to be a few second delay after you clicked a menu option before anything happened. Despite this flaw, admittedly overall the sound balance and picture were of superb quality.

However, since it was no doubt a low budget work and it is very well a "road movie," that largely takes place in hotels, restaurants, bars, hospitals, and inside cars, the Blu-ray never has a moment to really shine or give you the added reason you'd need to purchase it in high definition since Anchor Bay DVD quality has always been excellent. Therefore, for fans of Timberlake or Jeff Bridges' "The Dude" Big Lebowski, you should be your own umpire on this one to judge whether it's in or out and/or which format feels home safe.


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DVD Review: Brüno (2009)



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Much like landing on that square in "Monopoly" that sends you to jail without passing go or collecting $200, as
Brüno, the flamboyantly gay host of Vienna's popular TV show Funkyzeit discovers shortly into this mockumentary, a fashion risk can go past a fashion don't and right into a full-blown fashion disaster instantly.

Instead of being merely passed off as "no big deal, whatever," to use one of
Brüno's favorite phrases, it turns out that wearing a one-off suit made entirely out of Velcro to a European Fashion Week event is possibly the worst career move a fashionista could make after Brüno gets captured by security on the catwalk when a curtain and couture get caught on his garment.

And as if a fashion faux pas wasn't bad enough, further humiliation ensues when Brüno gets blacklisted. Banished from the trendiest clubs by bouncers he'd bounced with privately in the past and fired from interviewing vapid models who announce that "autism" is in "because it's so funny" on Funkyzeit, Sacha Baron Cohen's Brüno realizes that the fashion world is much more superficial and vacuous than he'd realized. So instead of a future empathizing with catwalk veterans about the difficulty of putting one leg in front of the other and turning as everybody stares, the self-proclaimed “nineteen year old” decides the answer to his instant lack of fame is "über-fame."



Heading to Los Angeles to become a major movie star, Brüno embarks on the second
unlikely Homeric journey from Cohen and director Larry Charles, following the smash success of their previous mockumentary Borat. The former film, which went from instant cult classic to box office gold garnered Cohen a real-life Golden Globe along with hundreds of lawsuits.

Although it's more outlandish and extreme than its predecessor, overall Brüno is extremely similar to Borat in terms of both structure as well as its attempt to squeeze an endless amount of issues into the running time of a feature-length film.

Fortunately, this time around, the final cut feels much more polished and professional in each successive stage of the production since no doubt they learned a lot from the first movie including how to avoid the police and legal scrapes. Yet once again, Cohen balances on that perilous tightrope of masquerading as a 100% real individual to catch the prejudices, culture clashes, and hypocrisies in western vs. eastern relations and attitudes.



In doing so, Cohen and the crew risk jail, deportation, dismemberment and death which is all chronicled in Cohen and Charles' enhanced feature length commentary track wherein the men insert side-by-side making-of clips and pictures as the movie plays. And in the film itself, Brüno's increasingly outrageous quest to become “the biggest Austrian superstar since Hitler” ultimately ends up analyzing various levels of our own fame hungry society.

Whether celebrities invited to Brüno's place for TV interviews freely sit on the backs of Latino migrant workers used as benches or parents agree to liposuction to rid ten pounds of pesky baby fat from their children, the lust for fame is insatiable and runs throughout.

Along the way, we encounter charity PR consultants who look like ex-Vegas showgirls and can't form a complete sentence let alone pronounce “Darfur” correctly as they provide
Brüno with the creepy albeit quickly dismissed idea of making bracelets out of extinct animals to raise issue awareness. Soon after, the audience meets a psychic who helps Brüno get in touch with long lost brief love Milli (as in Vanilli). Afterward, in a particularly great "get" for the production team, Brüno mistakes Ron Paul for Ru-Paul in a staged seduction with the hope of ensnaring the politician into a sex-scandal to gain infamous instant fame.



Whereas Borat would simply go off on tangents and sometimes stay with subplots a bit too long, because
Brüno has a far more international focus and scope, the movie suffers a bit from its ambition despite brilliant plans to achieve comic gold. Cohen's Brüno may be a single character in his depiction of a fame seeking former fashionista but through this one persona, the incredibly gifted chameleon tries to don far too many hats. Therefore, instead of a solid through-line, often I felt that the filmmakers repeatedly stumbled into enough potential in endless subplots that they could've developed them into thirty to forty minute short films in their own right.

One major example
of my belief that the filmmakers had far too many mini-movies they were attempting to edit together can be found in a particularly dangerous segment set in Israel and Palestine wherein Brüno ventures to “middle earth” to try to and broker peace. While this results in a hilariously awkward conversation wherein Cohen uses his charisma and gift for intellectual humor to a terrific result, sadly this sequence has nothing to do with Brüno as he is originally introduced in the beginning of the film. Moreover, aside from its emphasis on the most disgustingly tasteless of sight gags to play to the extreme lowbrow, overall, Brüno can't hide its IQ in scatological sequences as the film demands more political awareness than the previous one did and similarly, the mix of lowbrow and highbrow feels forced.




Likewise, in another timely gag that is introduced, dropped, and then boomerangs back out of nowhere with a few obvious sequences we sense have been left on the cutting room floor, Baron Cohen pokes fun at celebrities who use adopted foreign children as "fashion accessories." However, since his character is a gay fashionista who uncovers enormous prejudice in our “land of the free,” overall
Brüno's main plight concerns civil rights for gay individuals in the United States.

However, before he reaches this issue, his sexuality is introduced with some truly revolting visual gags including one back in Vienna with Brüno's former very young looking boyfriend that is sure to send some people hitting eject, which may do more harm than good in gaining mainstream, middle-of-the-road support. However, soon intellect takes over as the filmmakers lead into some urgent, startling, and hilariously frank footage involving religious groups who propose to turn one straight via Jesus along with the laughably overlooked yet obvious homoeroticism of UFC style cage fighting.

Impressed by the level of subtle sophistication and multi-layered jokes utilized throughout, I felt that Brüno plays even better the second time when you can move beyond surface level hilarity to appreciate the message behind the madness. Unfortunately, I wish the juvenile obsessions on display in a few gratuitous sequences would've been abandoned in favor of making us laugh uproariously while also encouraging our analysis regarding just why something is funny and what it means in the scheme of things.



Again, ultimately I hope that these Homeric odyssey films will continue to use the natural shock value of human behavior by holding up a much needed mirror to our respective cultures rather than inserting foreign objects into the human body, should these films continue into a trilogy. Still, despite this, I'm grateful that Cohen is at least one of the few comedians out there who understands that the truest form of comedy is human comedy and that the medium can be used to educate and inspire as well as simply entertain.



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