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5/16/2014

DVD Review: The Best Offer (2013)


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In Italian filmmaker Giuseppe Tornatore’s Oscar-winning crossover hit Cinema Paradiso, an old film projectionist forms an unlikely friendship with a budding movie buff while bonding over the illicit frames of onscreen romance that had been censored and left on the cutting room floor by the Catholic Church.

And although he's never managed to duplicate its success, in Tornatore’s subsequent pictures the subjects may have changed but the themes established by Paradiso of lonely outsiders who are brought together as much out of appreciation for their eccentricities as they are by their (near voyeuristic) devotion to various artistic fields remain.

The eponymous Malena, for example was placed on a pedestal as though she were a bronze statue versus a flesh and blood human being by the young boys coming-of-sexual-age in that film. And in The Legend of 1900, Tim Roth’s grown man-child turned piano prodigy refuses to leave the only life he’s ever known aboard an ocean liner. Throughout his oeuvre, Tornatore’s characters are as liberated as they are imprisoned by their artistic obsessions.


Yet even though this idea has been touched on repeatedly in his filmography, he’s never combined that particular thematic double-edged sword with as much deliberate mystery as he does in his latest David di Donatello award-winning thriller The Best Offer.

And like the aforementioned double-edged sword that inevitably ensnares his characters, his latest film is intentionally filled with duplicitous duality from the double-meanings of lines and names that will reverberate later to the Paradiso like mentor/protégé centric set-up of its two main characters whom we discover are just one in a number of double-teaming sets of two that appear throughout the film.

A Hitchcockian take on David Fincher’s The Game as set in the world of art and antiquities where an item’s worth is established by the two part process of appraisal and auctioneering (as executed by Geoffrey Rush’s ethically questionable Virgil Oldman), The Best Offer has all of the unmistakable aesthetic and eccentric hallmarks of a Tornatore production.


And this is especially evident given the way Offer establishes the overwhelming sense of loneliness that haunts Virgil in the film’s earliest frames, which Tornatore builds off of as the work continues to create a pattern wherein – aside from a few scenes that are set at a pub, restaurant or the auction house – the screen is populated by one to three characters at most.

But going even further, the filmmaker ensures that even when Virgil shares the screen with a roomful of people (in scenes few and far between), the cinematographer’s lens is primarily fixated on only one to two individuals regardless in order to deepen the sense of voyeurism that pervades among the art-obsessed collectors and characters on and off the job.

A psychological thriller with Tornatore’s unique fingerprints on display from start to finish, The Best Offer is heightened by yet another incredible score from his frequent musical collaborator, legendary composer Ennio Morricone.


Once again serving up an idealized female that’s presented as an artistic stand-in and is therefore coveted (and allegorically appraised) much like a painting, this time Tornatore employs a much more knowing wink to the audience in a Gothic-tinged May/December romance than he utilized in the slightly exploitative Malena.

Admittedly if you’ve seen more than a handful of mysteries before then it’s fairly easy to see the inevitable twist coming at least 20 minutes into the 131 minute movie.

Nonetheless this puzzle is pieced together with such sophistication and intricate craftsmanship by Tornatore that it’s a delight to watch the picture we’re initially presented be deconstructed before we then go back and reconstruct it ourselves after the end credits roll as I found myself still thinking about the intricate assemblage of clues and layers the next day.

From the overly longwinded and joyless late segment that was famously removed by Harvey Weinstein in the (surprisingly superior) shorter, American cut of Cinema Paradiso and beyond, endings have never been Tornatore’s strong suit. And unfortunately, Offer suffers from the same curse as well in a strange juxtaposition of shots near the film’s close that reeks of a continuity error or reshot and quickly recut ending.


While it’s jarring enough to make you wonder if writer/director Tornatore had originally imagined a much darker fate for one of his lead characters (as one appears to age in reverse over an indiscriminate period of time and two very different locations), fortunately because he had displayed such a firm grasp on everything else up until that point, we’re able to shrug it off.

Righting itself before the final scene, the flawed montage is as easily overlooked as the realization that we saw the ultimate plot twist and character reveal coming right from the start.

The type of work where the less you know about it going in the better, at the same time, you'll find that the more you know about the filmography of Tornatore and the passions that seem to obsess the writer/director as well as his characters, the better able you’ll be to accept his latest mysterious Offer.

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9/16/2008

New on DVD for the Week of 9/14





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While there are plenty new titles hitting the shelves with a majority arriving just in time for you to catch up on all of your favorite television shows (including several sets that I haven't yet reviewed), here's a list of the items I was able to pre-screen for you. While several are above average and I urge everyone to check out Young At Heart, my personal choice for the week is the brilliant British import First Among Equals, hitting the states courtesy of Acorn Media.

And although, no doubt it will be the toughest one to come by, it's one I wouldn't hesitate to recommend purchasing immediately! As always, click on the links for the reviews and enjoy.

And stay tuned as I update the site with new arrivals each and every week. Additionally, since I'm often asked why I don't list every release or where they can be found, you can also browse the Amazon selections below for un-reviewed titles.



9/08/2008

TV on DVD: Dirty Sexy Money-- The Complete First Season Exposed




Spend ten episodes in Never-Never Land.
The Darlings will never grow up…
and viewers wouldn’t have it any other way.





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In Peter Pan, it was the title character himself who never wanted to grow up and kept trying to inspire the exact same attitude in members of the Darling family. In critically acclaimed playwright-turned-television producer, scribe, and creator Craig Wright’s sinfully sudsy and satirically salacious new dramedy, Dirty Sexy Money, it’s the other way around.

Starring Six Feet Under’s Peter Krause as the straight-laced and serious lawyer Nick George, the pilot introduces us to another privileged family, given the tongue-in-cheek name of “The Darlings,” who have never seemed to grow up either. This time around, it’s not the outside agitator “Peter” (or in this case Nick) leading the call for the temptation for childish behavior and petty, reckless deeds but the entire Darling clan themselves as Nick is lured into their world of astronomical billionaire wealth and ridiculous privilege when he’s talked into becoming the family attorney.

Original Promo:

The viewer quickly learns that Nick spent his entire childhood suffering because of the family’s grasp on his father, the beloved Dutch George. In fact, Dutch's devotion to the Darlings drove Nick’s perpetually ignored mother to abandon them and caused undeniable strain in his relationship with his father. And although he had to share his dad with every member of the Darlings and their capricious whims, Nick is drawn into the same arrangement for two irresistible reasons. The first consists of the fact that with all of their wealth, he’ll finally be able to make a positive change in his community, doing the type of pro bono and philanthropic work of which he’d always dreamed. But the second is far less saintly and much more sinister as after his father died in a plane crash under mysterious circumstances, Nick has decided to find out what happened to his father along with which (if any) Darling is responsible and make them pay

The Family Discusses Nick’s Employment:

Unfortunately, soon Nick’s art dealer wife Lisa (Zoe McLellan) and daughter Kiki (Chloe Moretz) are relegated to the sidelines as he follows in his father’s footsteps. And unfortunately he begins to spend far too much time away from home while negotiating everything from the prenuptial agreement for his old flame Karen Darling (the hilarious, scene-stealing Natalie Zea) as she ponders walking down the plank with her less-than-stellar fourth husband to be, Freddy Mason (Daniel Cosgrove). When he's not busy with Karen, there's always getting Jeremy Darling (the show’s first officially confirmed cast member, the talented Seth Gabel) out of whatever bout of trouble he’s gotten himself into whether it’s erroneously being picked up for international human smuggling or closing the Brooklyn Bridge for a birthday party.

However, after that party reminds him that possibly his fame-seeking ways and rock star lifestyle are only leading to false friendships and loneliness, Jeremy takes a bold turn mid-season to strike out on his own independently, taking a blue collar job and surprisingly forming an alliance with Nick’s wife Lisa to help him win over a beauty with charm instead of gold.

Perhaps the most scandalous plotline of the show surrounds an excellent William Baldwin as the attorney general and aspiring senator Patrick Darling, who on the surface has a picture perfect life and marriage, but hides a rather shocking secret in his ongoing relationship with the transgendered cosmetology student named Carmelita (a gorgeous Candis Cayne). While Carmelita is not only arguably the love of his life and indeed one of the show’s most morally sound characters, her very existence on the show is “socially groundbreaking” as Wright notes in a DVD featurette on the actress called The Other Woman: Candis Cayne. Instead of providing a role that could’ve easily been treated either for laughter’s sake or as a platform for an overbearing “message,” Wright chose to use the show “to remind” people that “there are all kinds of ways to be human,” but of course, Patrick’s traditional and extremely ambitious father Tripp Darling (Hollywood veteran Donald Sutherland) is determined to persuade his son to kick her to the curb.

Providing the greatest and most reliable comic relief is Zea’s Karen, who harbors a flagrant crush on Nick with an undying passion to get back together with the married lawyer no matter what the cost. Whether it’s hitch-hiking a ride on the private family jet to crash an Italian trip with Nick and his wife or considering canceling her latest wedding, the discord between Karen and his wife Lisa strengthens throughout the season until at last Lisa must confront Karen. The only thing is, Darlings don’t play by the rules and they don’t take threats kindly.


An Awkward Double Date in Italy:

“Stay Away From My Husband:”

The Wedding:

While the sexually secure Karen flaunts her stuff, her younger sister and Jeremy’s sweet but Paris Hilton-like childish twin Juliet (Samaire Armstrong) battles insecurity over her latest acting performance to a rivalry with her old best friend Natalie Kimpton (Tamara Feldman) who had the audacity to steal her signature bangs. However, the rest of the Darlings have far greater matters at stake.

And indeed, it’s the other Darling son, the Reverend Brian Darling (Glenn Fitzgerald) who is hiding an even greater secret that’s quickly revealed in the season’s earliest episodes as we learned that Brian — a family man much like Patrick — has illegitimately fathered a child. One of the sharpest written characters on the show and played to enviable perfection by Fitzgerald as arguably the most unlikable character (who must hide true emotion below bitterness at all times), I was fascinated to learn that Minnesota native Craig Wright, who holds a Master’s in Divinity, may be culling from his own background. Although he claims that all characters contain a bit of himself and on the DVD featurette shares that Nick’s relationship with the Darlings reminds him of his own relationship as a playwright with Hollywood, it’s Brian who other crew members say reflect the show’s creator the most. Yet this being a soap opera, of course, he’s far more prone to deceit than anyone could be in reality.

For, when his old lover leaves their son with Brian in the hopes that he’ll be able to give him a better education and life, the morally questionable Brian panics and forces his son (also named Brian) to pretend he is a Swedish orphan named Gustav whose parents had perished in a bullet train accident. Of course, after an evening of bible study prompts young Brian to ask “What would Jesus do?” he decides to come clean, approaching his stepmother fittingly in the bath.

Gustav/Brian:


While one would assume that is all the drama one show could handle, more mysteries are revealed concerning the main premise of the pilot episode — namely, just what exactly happened to Nick’s father, Dutch. After learning about a large check written to an airplane mechanic who worked on the plane that killed his father, finding a briefcase filled with a huge file on the mysterious “techno-philanthropist” Simon Elder (Blair Underwood), and discovering that the Darling matriarch, Letitia (Jill Clayburgh) had had an affair with his father for more than forty years, Nick realizes that while he finds clues on a daily basis, what he really needs is answers.

The Briefcase:

Adding his own brand of smoldering sexuality to the show — which as of late seems to be his trademark — appearing up on countless series to add some sizzle, this time around Blair Underwood looks as though he may stay awhile. Given a fascinating backstory as Simon Elder that I won’t even dream of revealing except to say it contains a mostly unknown piece of history, he makes a grand entrance in what Orson Welles once said is the ultimate star role in that his character is discussed at great length for several episodes before he’s ever seen. Not to mention, Underwood lends another much needed sense of Darling-free mystery to the show.

Meet Simon Elder:


Yet there appears to be something in his easygoing charm and bravado that doesn’t quite sit right, nor do the confident smiles of Tripp or most of the Darling clan. But in a world where plenty of people are ready to do their dirty work and vaults are filled around the city with gold and jewels for whatever blackmail needs may come one’s way, just who is telling the truth and whom can Nick trust? While of course, this isn’t solved in the first season, some major revelations are revealed throughout and viewers held their breaths in anticipation from one episode to the next when promos like this hit the airwaves.

The Secret:


The show is soon to be released in a wonderfully packaged three-DVD set that contains tons of bonus material including some fascinating commentary, bloopers, and deleted scenes. However my favorites were the behind the scenes featurettes that let you in on how the world of the Darlings is created (shot in L.A. with green screen backdrops to make it look like New York in the post-production), as well as the elaborate set decoration and couture clothes. Viewers who enjoyed ABC’s hit soap won’t be disappointed.

Additionally, it offers a second chance to get caught up with the brilliant writing and multi-faceted plot filled with secrets, deception, intrigue, romance, and comedy with ten jam-packed episodes, whether you were a devoted fan or hoping to tune in to the launch of the second season in a few weeks, which will find Lucy Liu added to the cast. Enhanced for 16x9 televisions and transferred in beautiful digital widescreen with French, Spanish and English subtitles as well as Dolby Digital 5.1 Surround Sound, on DVD, the show looks better than ever, without the annoyance of commercials and reels you in, much like Nick, with its flirtations and confrontations all begging to be watched in a mini Dirty Sexy Money home theatre styled marathon when it hits shelves on September 16. And for an equally wicked double feature of the rich and careless, be sure to couple the show with a screening of the first season of Gossip Girl, also new to DVD shelves.

Interview with the DSM Cast:




6/24/2008

Fool's Gold




Director:
Andy Tennant

In trying to explain the dubious popularity of Jerry Springer in the late 1990’s, a professor memorably decided that to viewers, watching the show was the ultimate form of catharsis in however bad they had it, at least they weren’t in the shoes of guests who had so many partners they didn’t know who fathered their child, had gambled away tens of thousands of dollars in welfare money, realized they were just one of several families their spouse had set up across the country, or were married to someone who used to be of an entirely different gender. I’m not sure if Professor Murphy was right but I liked her theory and there’s something to be said about our instinctive inclination to stare deeply at whatever shocks us which explains why people get into car accidents while distracted by watching a different car accident and those who roll their eyes disapprovingly at paparazzi magazines and then begin flipping through the pages anyway while in line at the grocery store, or after taking a bite of questionably funky potato salad, turn to a friend and say, “Dude this is the worst-- try this.” The sad thing is, most of us do, without even thinking about the internal gag reflex or the warning we just encountered, either for the aforementioned catharsis of “at least I didn’t make that salad” or the belief that something really can’t be as bad as everyone says it is and the same is often true of movies.

While I’m definitely taking everyone’s word for it that dental torture is preferable than sitting through The Love Guru and you couldn’t pay me any amount of money to see the crass, racially offensive Eddie Murphy comedies that have been released in the past few years, in the same turn-- like Pauline Kael who raved about the joys of trash-- I’m actually one of those people who in her heart truly tries to give others the benefit of the doubt. This is especially true if I like some of the involved personalities’ other work which is why-- having dug J. Lo in Out of Sight-- I actually added Gigli to my Netflix queue despite the Razzies and while it was indeed awful, perhaps the most embarrassing part of the entire experience was that it was one of the only times a Netflix film was ever lost in the mail so I had to report to the center that sadly, I needed them to send me another Gigli. I imagine I’m on a wall of shame somewhere and needless to say, there were no investigations over whether or not I was dishonest and secretly hording Gigli DVDs even to prevent subjecting others to the horrors of bad comedy.

And then this year, when it came to Fool’s Gold, the critics darn near wore out their keyboards trashing the cinematic reunion of Kate Hudson and Matthew McConaughey after their box office hit How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, which despite its predictability and the fact that I’ve possibly lost all cinematic credibility, genuinely made me laugh enough to be curious about Gold.

This being said, I’ve often felt that men and women view films differently and none more so than romantic works. Whether straight or gay-- we’re turned on differently, turned off differently and as all daters know, definitely have our own timeline for everything and such is the case for romantic comedies or the oft-cited “chick flicks.” By the way: a note to you men out there-- as a label, “chick flick” is about as appealing as the various nicknames for our “time of the month” and if it's a phrase you insert into conversation frequently, it will definitely set you back a few places in (ahem) succeeding in your goal-oriented dating timeline.

When it comes to the rom-com genre and chick flicks in general, I listen to the largely male dominated industry out of intellectual respect, especially those with whom I share much in common or highly regard, but end up deciding to make up my own mind which is why, overlooking its many flaws I’m one of the only critics who enjoyed Baby Mama; who felt that while it was weak Made of Honor was better than the male preferred What Happens in Vegas; and although I probably would only recommend it as acceptable airline entertainment honestly didn’t think 27 Dresses was quite the end of civilization as we know it that my male contemporaries did. Although, this being said, while it’s definitely watchable if channel flipping, I find Pretty Woman incredibly unromantic so much that I roll my eyes at men who assume we all obsess about it and felt that the Sex and the City movie paled in comparison to the series-- so in the end, to each their own.

However, when it comes to the case of Fool’s Gold, it was so hammered that I guiltily sneaked into the video store like an embarrassed shopper, thinking they should perhaps rent the disc in a brown paper wrapper or behind the pharmacy counter and indeed, at my local store, there was a sign indicating that you had to ask for the film at the front desk, which made the experience feel just about as classy as Netflix’s missing Gigli.

Although I could take or leave Matthew McConaughey and frankly prefer his near look-alike Josh Lucas (Sweet Home Alabama, Glory Road), I’ve been a fan of Hudson’s since she made us laugh and cry all in the same sentence realizing she’d been lost in a poker game in Cameron Crowe’s masterpiece Almost Famous and after a week of studying the Renaissance in grad school and watching too many depressing epics, felt like a brainless comedy was exactly what I needed. However, we get what we wish for and I couldn’t have found anything more brainless than Fool’s Gold—a film so bad that by this point it’s almost a cliché to ridicule it which is why I took a narrative approach to this review.

Except in the chosen few titles like The Princess Bride or Romancing the Stone, the hybrid of romantic comedy adventure seldom works but I held out hope after a truly memorable opening finds treasure hunter Finn (McConaughey) and his partner’s boat exploding in a fiery burst while they're underwater hunting for any clues in a few hundred year old mystery that will lead them to the whereabouts of the legendary Queen’s Dowry which was lost in a hurricane following the marriage of King Phillip of Spain. The exploding boat would be enough of a bad omen to give even those most resistant of superstition pause but Finn manages to outrun the men (including Cosby Show’s Malcolm Jamal Warner) who want to kill him and his debt of sixty two thousand dollars to try and convince his newly divorced wife Tess (Hudson) to go off on another adventure to search for the gold, conveniently of course setting them back on the path to reconciliation along the way.

Although they make a terrific bantering team, despite having a truly weak script that offers them zero of the opportunities which made their earlier movie together much more memorable, Hudson and McConaughey just feel as unconvincing, bland, and predictable as the overwhelming sun which finds the male star—at this point most likely contractually obligated—to remove his shirt with little prompting throughout the course of the entire movie. (Let's just say, I had to dig long and hard to find a publicity photo of the two above wherein McC was actually wearing clothes since to misquote Mamet, by now, "we can draw his chest from memory" whether we want to or not.)

Overcrowding the story with far too many details and less than stellar characters including an inexplicably wasted Donald Sutherland as Tess’s wealthy employer and his pointless, young bimbo daughter Gemma (Alexis Dziena) both of whom seem to be used-- unfortunately like the African-American cast members-- to try and reach every demographic without respecting any reasonable audience member’s intelligence, Gold becomes so disastrous, one begins to wish for the discussed hurricane to come and bury the script, freeing up the actors so that they can move onto other projects that are hopefully better than this one.

And although I’m as guilty as the stars for taking any part in the film’s success by renting it, perhaps its reason for being was exactly that—that when handed the script, Hudson and company couldn’t believe that anything could truly be that bad. Unless instead of the script, they were first delivered their paychecks; for as we all know, gold can make a fool of anybody... just ask Jerry Springer.