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8/27/2018

Blu-ray Review: First Reformed (2017)


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There's something immediately lonely about Robert De Niro in that Taxi Driver hallway, something so Christ-like about Last Temptation's man on the cross – Willem Dafoe – that you know in this world he must be a Light Sleeper, and something potent enough about Ethan Hawke's voice and speech rhythms that make you think he could've been a priest.

And it's a role the actor has said he wanted to play in real life, had – fortunately for us – he not received an altogether different calling to perform. It's also a thing that he has in common with his First Reformed writer/director Paul Schrader, who grew up as a self-described "church kid" and even entered the seminary (like Martin Scorsese, who directed Schrader's most iconic scripts) before he too left for a life in film.


Schrader's first screenplay aside from his adaptation of Christ and an unproduced transcendental work he penned forty years ago that deals with the struggles faced by a man of faith, in First Reformed, Hawke's Reverend Toller carries on the legacy of a Schrader leading man.

A loner, a light sleeper, a man in his room – at the start of the film Toller begins keeping a diary he intends to destroy in a year. Evaluating what we come to recognize as a Christ-like existential crisis of faith after Mary, a beautiful young, pregnant parishioner (played by Amanda Seyfried) asks him to counsel her troubled husband Michael (Philip Ettinger), we learn fairly quickly that Toller is one man upon whom life has indeed taken a toll.

Much like Robert De Niro's bickering traveler Travis Bickle in Taxi Driver, Schrader has always loved using wordplay in his names. Film as a treasure hunt, sure enough in and beneath every frame, Reformed drips with enough symbolism that with only a mere two years of Catholic school more than twenty years ago, I was able to identify at least some of it.


From Seyfried's unexpectedly pregnant Mary to a reference to Joseph, a lustful Esther, and most crucially Michael – whose archangel-like fight to protect the environment from hypocritical corporations including the one that almost single-handedly keeps Toller's small historic church financially afloat raises revelatory, Revelations worthy reactions in Hawke's reverend – the excellent First must play even better on a second or third viewing.

In other words? It's Schrader's Stations of the Cross and a film about which the less you know going in the better.

With Hawke sharing a name with the German expressionist playwright Ernst Toller who met with tragedy (and whose life might help you see First Reformed's ambiguous ending in a different light), the unadorned, straightforward work is as old-fashioned as Toller's eponymous two-hundred and fifty year old, Dutch colonial First Reformed Church in Snowbridge, New York.

Using very little music and mostly static shots save for the glorious bookends of the film and one utterly thrilling, expressionistic sequence infused with transcendentalism (the kind the real Toller would've loved) which leads us perfectly into Reformed's third act, Reformed is a square framed Bergmanesque production. It's also that rare film where there is an actual reason for the wash of color and light visible in each shot.


Reminiscent of The White Ribbon in spirit and style, First Reformed is essentially a black and white film in color. Using all of the cinematic tools at Schrader's disposal to underscore First's questions of conscience and faith, the shades in Toller's formerly black and white but increasingly gray world are muted throughout, save for a few key moments when the ethereal Seyfried manages to throw back the shutters and let in the allegorical sunlight.

Anchored by Hawke, who like De Niro and Dafoe in Schrader's works before him at last gets a chance to turn up the dial in what was already inside of him, First Reformed makes the most of the brooding, wise beyond his years, pastoral philosopher that's been there since Reality Bites and Before Sunrise.


A quality that drives one of my best friends nuts but thrills his fans, while the thing I like to call Hawke's Hawkeness is on full display here, it's amazing to see – especially given the skills of the man penning the script – just how much isn't even spoken but instinctual, internalized, and evident in not Dafoe this time but Hawke's light sleeping eyes.

While the film itself might divide those looking for easy answers, it features not only one of the actor's most powerful performances but one on the opposite end of the spectrum from his delightful shaggy dog, laid back rocker turn in 2018's Juliet, Naked (which I also saw for the first time and reviewed this week).


Serving up an eye-opening commentary track with the helmer on the newly released Blu-ray (that's essentially film school in a box), Reformed is a daring American picture that you'll immediately want to discuss.

Schrader's strongest film as a writer/director since the underrated Affliction, while blessing his fans with another one of what Travis Bickle called God's lonely men (only this time literally), he's created a work that will be remembered as one of not just 2018's but Schrader's very best.


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2/12/2014

DVD Review -- Nicholas Sparks: Limited Edition Movie Collection (Message in a Bottle; A Walk to Remember; The Notebook; Nights in Rodanthe; Dear John; The Lucky One; Safe Haven)


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Message in a Bottle (1999)

Released in 1999, Angel Eyes helmer Luis Mandoki’s Message in a Bottle may have been the first big screen adaptation of a Nicholas Sparks novel but fifteen years later, it still ranks among the very best.

And while its success owes a great deal to the first rate ensemble cast including Kevin Costner, Paul Newman and Robin Wright, one can’t say enough about the immense behind-the-scenes talent that was firing on all cylinders in every single department.

In fact, watching it again nearly fifteen years since I first saw Bottle at the theater, I realized that the film’s most unsung but nonetheless valuable player is none other than cinematographer Caleb Deschanel whose lush magic hour photography of the Atlantic ocean serves as another character in the movie. The equivalent of visual poetry, Deschanel’s Bottle imagery stands alongside his career best work on films like The Right Stuff and Being There.

Par for the author’s course, it’s an absolute heartbreaker of a tale as Message found Sparks drawing inspiration from his own widower father who withdrew into himself and became a veritable recluse following the sudden tragic death of his wife.


Building ever-so-slowly towards the gut-wrenching coda, the movie opens with an intriguing hook as Wright’s Chicago Tribune researcher Theresa comes across the titular message in a bottle while running on the beach.

Using her skills to track down the author of the gorgeously penned letter about love, regret, confessions and recollections of the life he’d shared with his late wife Catherine, Theresa ventures to North Carolina to locate the man in the flesh, only to discover Garret Blake is as attractive as his seductive words (embodied as he is by Kevin Costner in his prime).

Falling head over heels for the shy widower and sailboat craftsman who’s no longer “good with people” as he confesses, Theresa is stunned to find her own feelings reciprocated by Garret’s over the course of the film.

Not wanting to jeopardize their brand new relationship, Theresa refrains from telling the man what first brought her into his life, which eventually leads to a protracted and predictable confrontation late into the movie that (per the early Sparks formula) ultimately results in a devastating comeuppance or cruel twist of fate, depending on your point-of-view.

While, given the way it seems to imply that a character shouldn’t dare to love again, the end is the film’s only real dissonant note in an otherwise lovely romantic composition, fortunately the rest of the film is beautiful to behold.


Played with the utmost sensitivity by the leads and handled with far more sophistication than the made-for-cable women’s weepie formula to which some critics feared it would adhere, while Message In a Bottle is a contemporary romance, its laid-back, organic approach makes it feel like a throwback to romances of the ‘60s and ‘70s including A Man and a Woman and Love Story.

Admirable for the way it defines its characters as more than just walking and talking plot points waiting to happen, Bottle raises questions and inspires some honest (and difficult) conversations along the way, which is something you seldom find in traditional mainstream romantic fare.

For better or worse as you’ll see throughout this box set review, Bottle set up the filmic formula for Sparks adaptations to come. And although Tinsletown would take a step backwards with their next presentation, the most recent succession of Sparks’ films from Dear John onward have thankfully harked back to this classy picture that started it all.


A Walk to Remember (2002)

As warm in spirit as the raggedy old sweater perpetually worn by the reverend’s shy, sweet-natured daughter Jamie Sullivan (Mandy Moore) in Adam Shankman’s modern day adaptation of Nicholas Sparks’s wholesome novel originally set in 1958, A Walk to Remember is an ambitious reimaging of one of the author’s most personal works.

Inspired by the life and death of his beloved sister (and the only one of his novels that Sparks confessed made him cry while bring it to written life), Shankman’s thoughtfully made but overall uneven update loses the old-fashioned tenderness of the novel in its translation from a past to present day setting.


From the near start-to-finish pop music soundtrack that interferes with the natural flow of the story by punctuating far too many moments with an MTV style collage of Top 40 hits rather than allowing us to react to the events on a more humanistic level to the awkward romantic chemistry between Moore and Shane West, this is one of the weakest links in the boxed set.

And although the charismatic rebel played by West was an early predictor of the great talent he would become on TV and film, unfortunately he just doesn’t click that convincingly with the likable yet relatively inexperienced singer turned actor Moore who (much like West) would also evolve into a far more compelling performer with time.

Likewise, it’s further hindered by a weak screenplay that reminds viewers of a cross between a Christian version of Love Story and Pollyanna as the film takes its predictably depressing Sparksian turn. And as we uncover the devastating truth about one of our characters only for them to remain as sunny as ever, the sweet yet naïve Walk starts to ring a bit false for those who’ve experienced anything similar.


While Sparks’s original source material and more innocent time period sold these plot machinations and underlying themes of Christian optimism better, they make this modern film all the more inauthentic by not allowing the characters the chance to be complicated, three dimensional people rather than idealized flawless “heroes.”

Well-intentioned yet underwhelming, although it’s sure to play better to teen viewers who can’t relate to the older characters in some of the other Sparks adaptations, everyone else should stick to the movie that they see in their head when they read the novel, which in my eyes unfolded like a teenage Douglas Sirk film in the same vein and color scheme of The Magnificent Obsession.


The Notebook (2004)

Whereas the onscreen chemistry between Shane West and Mandy Moore in A Walk to Remember barely generated so much as a spark, the palpable sexual tension and fireworks that go off between Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams in the long-awaited adaptation of Sparks’s smash successful debut novel nearly generate an onscreen four alarm fire whenever the two share a scene.

And although the paparazzi were all too happy to document the fact that there was a burgeoning relationship between the two that blossomed into love offscreen, the reason their chemistry sizzled so well was thanks to brilliant planning by filmmaker Nicholas Cassavetes, who opted to shoot the film out-of-sequence for practical continuity purposes regarding Ryan Gosling’s beard and weight fluctuations.

Cassavetes' practical scheduling decision wound up benefiting his movie all the more. By first shooting the reunion of the former teenage sweethearts who had shared a lovesick summer seven years earlier, we see the awkwardness and hesitation the two would’ve had as professionals unfamiliar with one another and the way it makes their scenes coming face-to-face nearly a decade later that much more realistic.


Not knowing how to act around one another translated well to not knowing how to act around one another and vice versa when they went back in time afterward and shot the beginning of their love affair afterward. Because Gosling and McAdams had gotten all of the awkwardness with one another out of the way, it made their relationship all the more organic onscreen as they play off each other as lovers so much better thanks to that early foundation portraying reunited strangers.

One of those ‘90s pop culture touchstones like Bridges of Madison County and The Firm that likewise dominated the bestseller charts, The Notebook, which was inspired by the relationship of Sparks’s wife’s beloved grandparents, is at its best when it focuses on the extended flashback sequences of Gosling’s Noah and McAdams’s Allie, as narrated by James Garner’s elderly nursing home resident who’s reading the tale to Gena Rowlands.


And while it ultimately celebrates the power of true love and the way that it can defy anything, the undeniably depressing bookended contemporary sequences as Garner tries to jog Rowlands’ memory with the story in order to prevent her from succumbing to dementia even for a few minutes ultimately makes The Notebook far too somber when viewed as a film versus a book.

Honestly, for readers, the ability to put things into perspective, let them live in your mind and color between the lines of the moving yet downbeat romance helps you get through the storyline that much easier.

An intriguing cinematic mix, 2004’s The Notebook at last captures the old-fashioned WWII era spirit of the author. At the same time it also pays homage to the director’s influential independent filmmaker father – John Cassavetes and mother Gena Rowlands as well – given some of the manic energy on display in Noah and Allie’s fights that echo some of Cassavetes Sr.’s movies of the late ‘60s and early ‘70s.


While much like Sparks, Cassavetes’s heart is in the right place and the luscious cinematography, picture perfect art direction and sound bring everything vivaciously to life, it’s still a damn hard movie to watch, particularly for baby boomers and those whose parents are beginning to face a decline as it’s destined to hit viewers hard.

Although I think it would’ve worked even better without the overwhelmingly heartbreaking ending which in addition to depressing viewers likewise goes against everything the film had previously shown and told us about Rowlands’s dementia (by giving her sudden clarity), it’s nonetheless a gorgeous production and exploration of what it means to love someone for life.

And despite the fact that I wished the film would’ve known where to stop the action to better honor the way the characters lived their life rather than the way it ended, the film is well-worth tracking down.

Yet more than the heart-tugging finale which has become a Sparks trademark, the legacy of Cassavetes’ Notebook has only grown more popular with time. And while you can’t discount the novel, Cassavetes's work can likewise not be overlooked as the title’s popularity owes a great deal to the film as well as the undeniable chemistry between the two young leads that generate a number of sparks in this adaptation of Sparks’ debut Notebook.


Nights in Rodanthe (2008)
Note: Excerpted from Film Intuition's Original Theatrical Review (Published 9/26/08)

In her finest performance since her Academy nominated turn in Unfaithful (also opposite Rodanthe’s Richard Gere), Diane Lane plays the struggling mother Adrienne Willis.

Still reeling from her beloved father’s death and a separation from her unfaithful husband Jack (Christopher Meloni) who had an affair with someone in her carpool, she packs her kids including her Harry Potter clone son Danny (Charlie Tahan) and rebellious goth girl Amanda (Mae Whitman) off to Orlando with her ex.

Wanting an escape –  even one that comes with a fair warning that hurricanes are in the forecast, Adrienne returns to the Outer Banks coastal town of Rodanthe, North Carolina to care for the inn of her friend, Jean (Viola Davis).


Adrienne’s hurried preparations to leave her troubled, chaotic life behind her are interspersed with the same actions by the only guest paid up for four days in Rodanthe, Dr. Paul Flanner (Richard Gere) who, having sold his home, throws a duffel bag filled with Spanish/English medical texts into his sports car and drives off to Rodanthe to deal with a tragedy of his own.

Exquisitely photographed, the picturesque setting of Rodanthe is a character in its own right and none more so than the beautiful clapboard and blue shutter old inn by the sea, where rumor has it in the form of an old pirate legend, wild horses every so often can be seen running free on the sandy beach. Gee, do you think we're going to see any?

While it’s awkward at first as Adrienne cooks, cleans and tends to her one guest, Paul breaks the ice on the first night by carrying his dinner into the kitchen to mingle with the lovely stranger over wine, Dinah Washington, and stories of their heartache.

The chemistry between Gere and Lane is phenomenal and it’s more than obvious to even the most casual viewer who was unfamiliar with the two or their shared history working together, how comfortable they are in each other’s company. Yet, this is both a plus and a minus in Rodanthe.


For starters, they bond much too quickly and rather unnaturally as Adrienne begins unloading all of her baggage right from the get-go in a way that would send most men running. And despite the power of wine, mood music, evening l’amour, and the right lighting, they click far too easily, seeming like old lovers rather than new tentative ones.

And it's possibly because of this unconvincing dynamic that Gere never fully settles into his role –  maybe feeling as though (even subconsciously) Rodanthe is a cinematic extension of their other work together and they’re just finishing a conversation begun in earlier movies.

However, enough cannot be said in favor of Lane who turns Sparks’ overly sentimental moments (and some extraordinarily tacky dialogue) into the stuff of Shakespeare. And this is best on display near the end of the film in a scene following a conversation with James Franco when she not only tears up (along with the rest of the audience for the ten millionth time) but tears into that crying jag authentically in a way that makes us feel not just guilty for watching but wishing we were there to comfort her in her obvious pain.

That, my friends, is an actress, and Lane just keeps getting better and better with each passing year, despite the fact that her roles are getting fewer and far more predictable, in the unfair and ageist Hollywood system.

While the film could’ve benefited from sharper editing as it feels much, much, much longer than its ninety-seven minutes and you’ll need to come armed with Kleenex, cinematically it’s one of the better Sparks adaptations, and the reason is purely Lane. Although, as great as she is at making us cry, it would be far more pleasurable to once see her laugh. Nicholas Sparks are you listening? Or more importantly is your keyboard?

Dear John (2010)
(Note: The DVD Review that follows was Originally Published on 5/27/10)

As Dear John begins, at first the casting seems a bit too on-the-nose given the fact that G.I. Joe and Stop-Loss actor Channing Tatum certainly knows how to salute with the best of the Army and Amanda Seyfried just keeps sending mail (Mamma Mia!, Letters to Juliet).

However, once you get into the movie, you realize that by-George... er, rather Nicholas Sparks, director Lasse Hallstrom has managed to hook you once again in this gorgeously photographed nostalgic love story that feels like a throwback to light melodrama of the 1950s.


And while that would normally be a criticism for anyone else other than Hallstrom, since he excels at finding a balance in sentimentality, Dear John pulls it off extraordinarily well in what I found to be a surprisingly good heart-tugging romance that wasn't bogged down heavily by the blatant who's-going-to-die-now attitude of some of author Sparks' previous movie adaptations.

Perhaps the most successful adaptation of his work since the underrated, heart-wrenching Message in a Bottle, Dear John works better than some of the rest since like Bottle, it's chock full of interesting subplots that strengthen the romantic main plot.

And in one case, a subplot about father and son threatens to grab our attention even more than the primary love story as soldier on leave, John Tyree (Channing Tatum) returns to his southern home where he unexpectedly falls in love with a sunny idealistic college student named Savannah (Amanda Seyfried).

With a strained relationship with his reclusive coin-collecting father (a superb Richard Jenkins) reminding John of what he's left behind or has been running away from, he finds himself increasingly running towards Savannah for two weeks of Spring Break.

And fairly quickly, the young couple fall in love and forge a deep connection that continues after they separate and decide to correspond by numbered letters since there's no guarantee what order in which they'll arrive when you're sending overseas.


However, their relationship is tested after news of 9/11 breaks and, torn between the end of his tour in the military and life with Savannah verses fighting in Afghanistan, Tatum's John realizes he can't abandon his unit no matter how much he longs to return home.

And although – with the benefit of hindsight – that sequence is handled a little too briskly both emotionally and logically as somehow he's able to return home to the U.S. and she can meet him at the airport as if nothing has changed, the lovely thing about Dear John is that it doesn't immediately go in the directions which you assumed it'd be heading. No, in this film life intervenes and they struggle in their commitment to one another so many thousands of miles apart.

In addition to the wonderful chemistry between the two leads, John also boasts great subtle turns by both Jenkins and a nice, long overdue quality part for actor Henry Thomas (Legends of the Fall).

Although it suffers a few bumps near the end both in the included finale and the DVD's alternate ending which I liked a bit better despite its over-sentimentality, Hallstrom's beautifully realized romance proved to be far more successful than most Sparks adaptations thanks to the intelligent handling of the script by both the filmmaker and its writer Jamie Linden.

The Lucky One (2012)

The equivalent of a wartime message in a bottle with the added bonus of a good luck charm, when Zac Efron’s U.S. Marine Logan finds a beautiful woman’s photograph in the middle of Afghanistan, the words written on the back bidding an unknown soldier to “keep safe” manage to do just that for Logan. The discovery of the photo keeps him occupied and in one place for the few previous seconds that keep him alive during a mortar attack.

The first of two near-death experiences that he survives and attributes to his mysterious golden-haired guardian angel, when Logan arrives home he keeps the promise he made to a friend to find the stranger he owes “big time” and thank her any way he can.


Tracking her down via the lighthouse in the background of the photo he notices online, Logan walks from Colorado to Louisiana with his dog with the sole intention of simply thanking her.

But when he comes face-to-face with the disarmingly pretty Beth (Taylor Schilling), who just so happens to be wearing the same shirt in the photo that she is when she greets him, the tongue-tied Logan lets himself be talked into a job working at her dog motel.

Finding himself growing increasingly attracted to the hardworking single mother who constantly finds herself on the losing end of a power struggling with her prominent police officer ex, Logan finds himself putting down roots with the hope of becoming a permanent part of her life.

The second tale in addition to Safe Haven to merge romance with the element of danger including a villainous policeman, while Haven employs a stronger mystery thriller element, The Lucky One uses the ex as a minor character and subplot in the otherwise absorbing romantic drama.

Though this one boasts far greater character development than the otherwise solid Haven, The Lucky One likewise exceeds expectations thanks to the nuanced portrayals by its core cast including Blythe Danner in a scene-stealing performance as Beth’s grandmother.


While by now Sparks seems to have mastered his formulas, swapping out characters and plot details to create endless storylines that deal with his favorite themes, this one marks a terrific war-themed contemporary companion piece to Lasse Hallstrom’s Dear John and also bears a lot in common with Bottle. And in fact, in the succession of John, this production and Safe Haven, we find the three strongest adaptations of his work since Mandoki’s Message in a Bottle.

Brought sumptuously to life by Shine writer/director Scott Hicks, who also helmed another contemporary romantic novel favorite turned film with his arthouse adaptation of Snow Falling on Cedars –  while this takes a much more mainstream approach than the overly avant-garde yet lushly made Cedars, the end result is a superb feature film.

With this in mind, hopefully Lucky will be lucky post-release, only gaining in popularity with time by garnering the same word-of-mouth popularity that The Notebook experienced over the years.

And fortunately, thanks to actress Taylor Schilling’s recent breakout success on the Netflix original series Orange is the New Black, things are looking up on that front as more viewers curious to explore her previous portrayals are sure to discover this truly worthwhile film.


Safe Haven (2013)

Oscar nominated My Life As a Dog, The Cider House Rules and The Shipping News filmmaker Lasse Hallstrom returns to direct his second Sparks adaptation following the surprisingly effective Dear John with an even stronger work this time around thanks to Sparks’s new command of the romantic thriller.

Blending together the emotional weepie love stories that made him a household name with far more involving, contemporary plotlines that have life or death stakes which go beyond the cruel twists of fate (from cancer to accidents in novels of the past), Sparks has crafted one of his most gripping works that easily lends itself to film.


Professional dancer turned actress Julianne Hough shows greater range than ever before as a battered wife who flees her abusive husband and journeys to a sleepy southern town where she starts over in a picturesque seaside community.

Once settled, Hough’s Katie slowly builds up the courage to let others in from a friendly new neighbor (played by Cobie Smulders) to Josh Duhamel’s Alex, a widowed shopkeeper and father of two whose adorable youngest daughter takes a special interest in Katie before her father does the same.

Unfortunately, while Katie may have found a new place to call home, the man who haunts her dreams has yet to let her go, literally haunting her in real life as well by using his powerful position as a police officer to try and track her down.

While this leads to a terrifying if predictably inevitable showdown between the abusive husband and his much-abused wife, Safe Haven has more than a few surprises in store, offering up a few twists as to the truth behind a subplot and character that makes this one vastly more satisfying than a number of other Sparks tales.


One of the best film versions of his work so far and one which likewise builds on the strengths of earlier Sparks endeavors from the sophisticated Bottle to the moving ensemble drama Lucky One, Haven finds Nicholas Sparks moving beyond the “final character death” gimmick that plagued his earliest entries by giving us a happier ending than we’re used to seeing on titles with his name attached.

A welcome change of pace for Sparks who seems to be growing more ambitious with each new novel, here’s hoping that Safe Haven – much like The Lucky One – will usher in a new decade of excellent Sparks movies that take what worked so well in the last few pictures and plotlines and build from there.




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7/20/2010

Blu-ray Review: Chloe (2010)


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With a compelling and provocative screenplay from Secretary scribe Erin Cressida Wilson inspired by Coco Before Chanel and The Girl From Monaco director Anne Fontaine's 2003 work Nathalie, Canadian auteur Atom Egoyan debuts his first directorial effort for which he did not also complete the script via Chloe.


And much like Egoyan and Wilson, we quickly discover that our eponymous lead portrayed by Amanda Seyfried who was cast before her breakout smash hit Mamma Mia! also has quite a way with words as a high class escort who looks like she's stepped out of an old Veronica Lake film, perched on barstools at Toronto hotels to catch her next cash-only paycheck.

Yet while Chloe is traditionally chatted up by men and sometimes couples, it's rare indeed when a woman she'd had a brief encounter with as polite strangers conversing in a restroom shows up shortly thereafter not only willing to buy Chloe a glass of Chardonnay but also hire her to attempt to seduce her husband, whom the woman suspects has been cheating on her.


The mysterious client in question is the successful gynecologist Dr. Catherine Stewart (Julianne Moore in a role Wilson wrote with the actress in mind) who finds a trail of suspicious breadcrumbs surrounding her opera professor husband David (Liam Neeson). The evidence Catherine uncovers includes a purposely missed flight, a cell phone camera snapshot with one of his adoring coeds, his inclination to be friendly with female strangers to the level of flirtation and of course the way he'll suddenly close a chat box window on his computer whenever Catherine walks into his home office.


While she's had trouble in her relationship with her son who flaunts his sexuality and desire for freedom in front of her due to a disappointingly dropped subplot that you only discover in the Sony Blu-ray's deleted scenes, the threat that perhaps the other man in her life may be distancing himself from her as well sends Catherine reeling.

Accepting the good doctor's offer, Chloe “presents” herself to David in a series of encounters she shares in explicit detail with Catherine at local coffee houses or bars in the Toronto neighborhood. Although at first she shies away from certain aspects of Chloe's show-and-tell soon we realize that she may be finding some unique thrill in the arrangement whether it's in the manipulation, the eroticism of words and the images they call up, or in learning something completely new about a man whom she felt she understood better than anyone.


And admittedly Egoyan's film does begin to require a little more suspension of disbelief than perhaps we'd had in mind as a series of escalating plot twists are introduced including the dubious, voyeuristic first which is revealed in the spoiler-heavy trailer that may lose some of the audience for its slight leap in logic that seems designed to titillate more than make perfect narrative sense. However, if you're willing to meander along with the fledgling middle act, the payoff is well worth the patience that at times both the character of Chloe and the film requires.

Likewise it's destined to make you ruminate over everything you've just seen for at least the next twenty-four hours and perhaps cause you to share the movie with an unsuspecting friend or lover to see if they're just as taken in by the complicated web Wilson and Egoyan weave throughout.


Chloe
, which looks breathtakingly luscious in this first rate Blu-ray transfer, takes the carnal love triangles cherished by Adrian Lyne and Paul Verhoeven into far more mature and intellectually demanding territory. Featuring a first rate turn by Seyfried who, up to this point I'd basically underrated given the roles that are usually sent her way, Chloe is similarly a work you don't want to pigeonhole as simply an erotic thriller going in from square one.


While again it won't probably sink in until long after the credits roll, Chloe has a lot to say about gender dynamics, trust, and the way that storytelling or more specifically words themselves can have as much of a profoundly stirring effect on an individual as the right clip in long hair left down to attract a woman's next client... or spouse.


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5/27/2010

DVD Review: Dear John (2010)

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As Dear John begins, at first the casting seems a bit too on-the-nose given the fact that G.I. Joe and Stop-Loss actor Channing Tatum certainly knows how to salute with the best of the Army and Amanda Seyfried just keeps sending mail (Mamma Mia!, Letters to Juliet).

However, once you get into the movie, you realize that by-George... er, rather Nicholas Sparks, director Lasse Hallstrom has managed to hook you once again in this gorgeously photographed nostalgic love story that feels like a throwback to light melodrama of the 1950s.


And while that would normally be a criticism for anyone else other than Hallstrom, since he excels at finding a balance in sentimentality, Dear John pulls it off extraordinarily well in what I found to be a surprisingly good heart-tugging romance that wasn't bogged down heavily by the blatant who's-going-to-die-now attitude of some of author Sparks' previous movie adaptations.


Perhaps the most successful adaptation of his work since the underrated, heart-wrenching Message in a Bottle, Dear John works better than some of the rest since like Bottle, it's filled chock full of interesting subplots that strengthen the romantic main plot.

And in one case, a subplot about father and son threatens to grab our attention even more than the primary love story as soldier on leave, John Tyree (Channing Tatum) returns to his southern home where he unexpectedly falls in love with a sunny idealistic college student named Savannah (Amanda Seyfried).


With a strained relationship with his reclusive coin-collecting father (a superb Richard Jenkins) reminding John of what he's left behind or has been running away from, he finds himself increasingly running towards Savannah for two weeks of Spring Break wherein the young couple fall in love and forge a deep connection that continues after they separate and decide to correspond by numbered letters since there's no guarantee what order in which they'll arrive when you're sending overseas.


However, their relationship is tested after news of 9/11 breaks and, torn between the end of his tour in the military and life with Savannah verses fighting in Afghanistan, Tatum's John realizes he can't abandon his unit no matter how much he longs to return home.


And although – with the benefit of hindsight – that sequence is handled a little too briskly both emotionally and logically as somehow he's able to return home to the U.S. and she can meet him at the airport as if nothing has changed, the lovely thing about Dear John is that it doesn't immediately go in the directions which you assumed it'd be heading as life intervenes and they struggle in their commitment to one another so many thousands of miles apart.


Featuring great subtle turns by both Jenkins and a nice, long overdue quality part for actor Henry Thomas (Legends of the Fall), although it suffers a few bumps near the end both in the included finale and the DVD's alternate ending which I liked a bit better despite its over-sentimentality, Hallstrom's beautifully realized romance proved to be far more successful than most Sparks adaptations thanks to the intelligent handling of the script by both the filmmaker and its writer Jamie Linden.


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7/30/2008

Mamma Mia! (2008)




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Director: Phyllida Lloyd



I was raised in the era of “please and thank you,” “sir and ma’am,” The Golden Rule, and the firm belief that if one doesn’t have anything nice to say, one shouldn’t say anything at all. It’s a thought that goes back centuries to Jane Austen’s time when the women were advised to stick to the topics of either inquiring as to another’s health and/or restricting their comments to the weather.

Unfortunately, as a film critic, I seldom have that luxury and while I feel I’m far gentler than some critics who curse, berate, exaggerate and figuratively crucify films they loathe—although this being said my favorite critic Roger Ebert summed it up best in the title of a new book, I Hated, Hated, Hated This Movie—instead, I turn from those manners implanted in me from my youth and go to an old Hollywood standby.

It’s become a movie premiere joke that if an attendee dislikes a film but doesn’t want to say this to another’s face, they usually begin by complimenting its cinematography in the fierce hope the topic will soon change. It’s a strange custom—“I really loved the cinematography” in Hollywood can be code for “I’d rather have a root canal than sit through that thing again,” yet cinematography is one of my favorite aspects of filmmaking.

However, in the case of the dreadful Mamma Mia! which is only slightly better than another ghastly film I’ve just seen but can’t even bring myself to review (Ellen Page in The Tracey Fragments which is so dreadful that it makes you start to rethink Page’s performance in Juno) but yet still worse than the mirthless comedy The Promotion, the only thing I can think to praise is the cinematography.

And the sad fact is, I’m not even being ironic or coy—director of photography, the amazing Sleuth and Venus lensman Haris Zambarloukos actually topped his underrated work on last year’s Sleuth. His picturesque, exuberant, and breathtaking Mamma Mia! shots that were so jaw-droppingly gorgeous, they helped detract from the much-crucified sadly giggle-inducing awfulness of Pierce Brosnan’s singing. Additionally, like a morally questionable yet talented plastic surgeon, they helped make a film I can only call shockingly “ugly” just by its direction, odd choreography, and off-putting humor, seem like any given frame could be clipped out of the reel and hung in a museum. Indeed, the travel board of Greece’s island Kalokairi, may want to think about hiring Zambarloukos to film any future travel commercials, yet I feel it’s probably superfluous as the monstrous hit, Mamma Mia! has probably garnered enough fans who’ve decided to visit just on their appreciation for the Broadway musical alone.

Before I even begin to address the film itself, let me preface this by saying—at great risk to my already nerdy reputation-- that in the late 90’s, there was no bigger ABBA fan than yours truly. Their greatest hits album Gold and its sequel had a permanent place in both my home and car CD player and I was often busted at stoplights by drivers in other cars who saw me singing my heart out along to the lyrics penned by Sweden’s greatest export, which was especially embarrassing when this very incident happened not only one block from my college but I was caught by my crush of the week who luckily found it charming, yet proceeded to tease me the rest of the semester by belting out the chorus of “Take a Chance on Me” whenever he saw me walk down a hallway. (Naturally, I took this as an invitation!)

In fact, super-fan that I was, I annoyed my DJ cousin for ABBA requests at receptions he worked until he clued me in that in the DJ world, there’s nothing less hip than a woman requesting “Dancing Queen.” While I told him that any other track would suffice, all I got was an eye-roll and a pat on the back but fortunately, after viewing ABBA: The Movie far too many times on VH1, I began to outgrow my love of the band… until-- that is--word came ‘round that their music had been used throughout a new Broadway hit, Mamma Mia!

It took a few years until I saw the show in a touring company in my hometown and while indeed it was fun to see others enjoy ABBA’s music (despite the overabundance of misguided middle aged men and women dancing and singing along in the aisles which instantly cured me of any major worship of the band), I couldn’t get over the feeling that the show itself was a bit forgettable and overrated.

Yet, to misquote the old Elvis slogan, I assumed that millions of fans around the globe can’t be wrong so when I learned it was going to be adapted to film, as a huge Hollywood musical lover (I know, I just get geekier by the minute), I hoped for the best. Initially, I was skeptical when I heard that Meryl Streep had been selected for the lead role of Donna, the film’s heroine whose soon-to-be wed twenty-year-old daughter Sophie (the adorable Amanda Seyfried) has unbeknownst to Donna-- after discovering her mother’s vintage diary--invited her three possible biological fathers to the wedding with the hope of identifying which one is her dear old dad.

While Streep is hands-down one of the finest actresses in the world, I just didn’t see her as the singing, dancing, earthily sexy, free-spirited Donna, imagining someone like the musically gifted Michelle Pfeiffer for her role. Thankfully, Streep's actually quite good in the film, managing to nail not only every required emotion but hit the notes in a nice way that never overpowers, and manages to win over any doubters with the showstopper “The Winner Takes It All,” for which IMDb reports the vocals were recorded in Sweden in just one take.

No, the problem isn’t with Streep—although she’s given some of the most unflattering, unfeminine, and downright ugly direction ever captured in a musical, with pratfalls aplenty and cannonballs into the sea. However, far more irritating is the continuous choreography that finds her landing with her legs in the air numerous times as though she’s overdue for a pelvic exam. This seems all the more grotesque when this is precisely the way that Mamma’s original stage director Phyllida Lloyd (who also helmed the film) decided to have her first encounter her three former lovers, as though she’s figuratively readying herself for a fertility exercise or about to give birth just as they arrive... complete with—and I kid you not—a Lamaze type breath out the side of her mouth to blow her hair off her face.

Yikes, baby, we’ve come a long, sad way from Cyd Charisse wooing with her sexy legs, or a flirtatious laugh by Ginger Rogers, or a come hither look by Catherine Zeta Jones in Chicago. And while the actors all try their best—even poor, pitiful Brosnan who always seems like he’s staring off in the distance, longing to leave the set and go home to his family, not to mention his James Bond residual checks— they’re given very little with which to work in an uneven translation from stage to screen-- making the fault lie squarely with Lloyd.

In the end and despite casting such excellent talents such as up-and-coming hunky British Generation Y star Dominic Cooper, the underrated Stellan Skarsgard and my favorite version of Mr. Darcy, Colin Firth-- overall Mamma Mia! is one over-the-top, bawdy, Fellini like carnvialesque freak-show. I'm not sure about Greece but in the tacky land of Mamma, often the women shriek for no apparent reason (including a wasted Christine Baranski who nonetheless kills in her one showstopper “Does Your Mother Know”) while playing dress-up complete with quirky props that probably would never have even made it into the far campier yet more successful John Waters musical turned film Hairspray from 2007.

In addition, don’t even get me started on a downright embarrassing and desperate sequence featuring Julie Walters crooning “Take a Chance on Me” to a nearly terrified looking Skarsgard, who-- par for the course of male stars in the film-- spends a majority of his time like Firth and Brosnan, trying his damndest not to look at his watch in the hopes that the madness will end sooner rather than later (probably much like a majority of heterosexual males dragged to the film).

And as someone who still knows every single word of every one of ABBA’s classic songs (yes, even the forgettable ones like “Money, Money, Money”), not to mention a film buff who truly makes an effort to champion musical filmmaking in the hopes that we’re given more quality musicals to rival the golden age of those unforgettable MGM classics, it breaks my heart to say that the film is one of the biggest disappointments of the summer.

However, it’s one that I can also say in complete honesty and without just trying to politely evade critique, that man, did I love that spectacular cinematography.