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4/21/2014

Blu-ray Review: Philomena (2013)


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In Woody Allen’s Crimes and Misdemeanors, Alan Alda’s sound bite ready TV executive argues that comedy is tragedy plus time before insensitively bungling an example of the less than well thought out point he was trying to make, which is that anything – including the Lincoln assassination – is fair game for hilarity since enough time has passed.

Obviously, it’s an absolute disaster of a reference that in addition to cracking us up owes a lot to another pop culture truism which argues that you’re the sum of your tastes. And while Allen gets a lot of mileage out of it in revealing so much about a person (as well as the overall film) in just that one line, it also reminds you just how much humor and tragedy depend on one another in a symbiotic relationship to deliver the strongest and most identifiable characters and situations as captured onscreen.

But perhaps no one was better at whipping up a realistic blend of comedy and tragedy than the immigrants turned filmmakers who first got their start in Hollywood in the pre-World War II era of the Great Depression from Lubitsch to Wilder.

And while the proof of this goes back as far as the '30s, it was arguably Billy Wilder that aced the delicate combination of teary laughter to greatest effect during his '50s and '60s heyday. In fact, Billy Wilder’s audacity in launching funny side up into the most melancholic of situations with frequent muse Jack Lemmon in The Apaartment (and countless others) continues to inspire new generations of filmmakers to this day.


And it was precisely this trademark Wilder sardonic wit blended together with the influence of the Gene Saks directed adaptation of Neil Simon’s timeless play The Odd Couple that encouraged comedic character actor Steve Coogan in his latest offering, which marks a great change of pace for the star.

Inspired not only by the distinctly Wilderesque tone but the Odd Couple character driven plot device of two opposites who clashed their way into a friendship after seeing a sad article in The Guardian that was contrasted by a companion photo of the subjects laughing, Coogan bought the rights to the book from which the piece was derived without having read it.

Based on a true story about Irish Catholic nuns that kept thousands of babies born to unwed mothers at their Abbey lodgings apart from the young girls who bore them, Philomena centers on one woman’s search for the son who’d been adopted away from her fifty years earlier.


A horrific practice that as cinematically depicted is guaranteed to shock like no film since The Magdalene Sisters (which was also produced by daring arthouse champions the Weinstein brothers), this miscarriage of justice didn’t end until the 1990s and by that point so many records had been destroyed that for many all hope for a family reunion had been lost.

Given the sensitive topic, Coogan is the first to admit that adapting the work allowed him to get out some of his own pent up anger at the hypocrisy of the church as a former Catholic school student (and as one in the same who likewise feels the same, this reviewer definitely felt a kinship with his take). Yet in adapting the book along with ITV fact-based production department head Jeff Pope, the two still show respect for and accurately represent the devout faith of the woman whose story they are bringing to life.

Although he’d initially intended to direct the film, when Coogan managed to land his first choice in actress Judi Dench (for whom he’d written the role), Coogan realized she needed a first class filmmaker worthier of the star. Likewise, he wanted someone who could make the most out of the tale that offered both Coogan and Dench an opportunity to explore their own background in casting that was decidedly against type.

As such he turned to one of contemporary cinema’s greatest yet most frequently overlooked directors of actors in the form of Stephen Frears who’s spent a majority of his career guiding countless performers (and women in particular) to Oscar recognition. In that respect, you could almost go as far as to say that Frears is the UK’s version of Woody Allen, except for the fact that he doesn’t write his own scripts and instead uses that distance to his benefit in knowing what to keep and change.


Attracted to the universality of the material which Coogan particularly liked because it offered the usually funny man something new to do, Philomena finds the actor in professionally similar terrain to the character he played when he first caught my attention via Michael Winterbottom’s 24 Hour Party People, which again was rooted in more character driven plotlines than multiplex-friendly gimmicks.

Though he’s playing another journalist that’s likewise based on a real life individual, Coogan took artistic liberties to infuse his character Martin Sixsmith (who was barely in the book) with more of his own background. Crafting a hybrid of himself and Sixsmith, he’s helped set the stage for a personality based clash of manners and cultures among the leads when the snobbish, recently sacked BBC newsman grudgingly goes on the road with former nurse, Philomena (Dench).

Barely able to hide his disenchantment, he nonetheless wants to milk all of the pain she’s been through for a killer personal interest story he hopes will put him back on top. Soon enough and against all odds, he finds himself getting caught up in the search for her son for real rather than the exploitative professional gain he’d hoped to get for penning a story he’d ordinarily never even read.

And when he begins to realize how much Philomena has been manipulated over the years, Martin’s previously professional instinct is usurped in favor of a desire to protect and help her get to the bottom of the heart-wrenching mystery as the originally cold, calculating Martin begins to gradually unthaw.

Although initially his character is so unlikable that we’re not sure how we can get behind him, the fascinating premise and primal emotional pull of a mother separated from her child grabs us from the start. Admittedly contrived at times, Philomena nonetheless pushes back against any clichés and conveniences due to the undeniably moving performance of the Oscar nominated Dench in the Oscar nominated script that strikes a delicate, respectable balance of tragedy and comedy.


Likewise, by surprisingly dealing out the comedy to Dench rather than Coogan and similarly putting his own male lead through the existential ringer helps make their characters that much more multifaceted and believable in the way everything is experienced with both humor and heart.

A terrific multi-generational tale of unlikely friendship disguised as an emotional family mystery, Philomena works very well on a number of different levels simultaneously.

A film about the past that’s set in the present, Frears, Coogan and Pope were right to likewise venture to the past for their present day picture – paying homage to the Hollywood masters of yesteryear while incidentally doing the same in telling a tale that started fifty years earlier when Philomena was a teenager in Ireland and Billy Wilder’s The Apartment was most likely playing in Dublin.



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6/09/2009

DVD Review: Playing Shakespeare (1982)



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Okay, all "to be or not to be" aside-- can you imagine how intimidating it would've been to have taken an acting class alongside individuals such as Ben Kingsley (I mean Gandhi himself!), Ian McKellen and Judi Dench?



So with this in mind, thank goodness that Playing Shakespeare-- the 1982 legendary in-depth, nine episode master class led by John Barton on behalf of the Royal Shakespeare Company has now been made available for Bard buffs to enjoy in the privacy of their own home.

Recently it was served up as a four disc, slim-packaged exquisite collection from Acorn Media and Athena that also comes complete with a twenty page viewer's guide which offers more avenues for learning, history, points to ponder and highlights of the episodes as a sort of CliffsNotes version to the originally lauded companion text released in tandem with the London Weekend Television production. Furthermore, it's a wonderful way to appreciate the renowned and still so relevant production that was dubbed "required watching" for actors by The New York Times.

Still, of interest for more than just Shakespearean inclined actors-- whether you have a thing for iambic pentameter or are just simply interested in the tremendous creative output of Shakespeare's versatile plays (both tragic and comic alike)-- it's intellectual nourishment of the highest order. And likewise it makes an ideal companion work to more modern interpretations from my favorite Shakespeare professor, Mr. Kenneth Branagh to Al Pacino's fun documentary Looking for Richard.



Admittedly, on the surface it's safe to say it's even more pretentious than an entire season of the knowledgeable, brainy, but nonetheless amusingly SNL mocked stylings of James Lipton on our very own Actor's Studio (based on the Stanislavski system, a.k.a. "method acting" in its New York City setting). And it's additionally hindered by the fact that some of Barton's episodes and discussions feel a bit repetitive. Nonetheless it's a great deconstruction of the various choices one makes when taking on a role in a Shakespeare production and a thorough analysis of the texts at the same time.



Having seen a majority of the series in a random order sporadically during the last fifteen years via not just television (I'm guessing PBS, Bravo or BBC America perhaps) but academia-- in everything from high school acting classes to collegiate literary studies on Shakespeare and master's level humanities coursework-- it was thrilling to finally take it all in the correct order when I could simply view it as a work instead of painstakingly taking notes for use in a required paper or for a scene study.

Breaking down the works with Barton's ongoing thesis that Shakespeare planted clues (or cues) throughout the text that are meant to help the actor and offer a guide for the the Bard's true intention on how a work should be played-- throughout the series Barton and the cast of twenty-one acclaimed and award winning actors play intellectual detectives.

Additionally, they weigh some of the inconsistencies in his use of short lines followed by long speeches, controversies surrounding the characters (for example Shylock in Merchant of Venice) and try to avoid overplaying the scenes as well as using iambic pentameter in too mannered of a style. By discussing the challenges of tackling the centuries old works as modern method trained and/or naturalistic actors, it makes one realize just how daunting it would be to take on the texts we know so well that-- as Barton acknowledges in the opening of the set-- over one thousand books and articles are written about the playwright and poet every single year.



Although it's far easier to say whether or not something is good or bad (acting-wise), it's a different obstacle altogether to dissect why we make those judgments as this highly talented group dissects their reasoning regarding how to choose the approach to deliver a particular line (or even simply one word) from an infinite number of options. And while Barton is the one running the show, it's especially great to see the way that the actors (or more specifically Ian McKellen routinely ask him to define or clarify words and phrases) in order to test their own theories and opinions as they go back and forth.

Despite Barton's earnest wish that he wouldn't do too much directing during the series nor have the members of the Royal Shakespeare Company do more talking than acting, both of these well-intentioned promises are broken early on as the one weakness the collection has is the fact that it comes off as "much ado about nothing," or quips aside, far too much conversation about what they think and not enough actual scene work that allows them to transfer these thoughts into action. However, when the characters-- even in modern dress-- deliver a line like the wondrous McKellan in a multitude of ways to illustrate how something can endlessly be interpreted, that's when the series shows us the glory of the best Shakespeare company in the world.

While all of the cast-mates have their moments, for me, the major "must see" segment was witnessing two extremely different takes on Shylock by David Suchet and Patrick Stewart as despite the fact that Barton had directed both men in their interpretations, neither actor had seen the other one perform it.

First discussing the alleged anti-semitism of the play which becomes a matter of personal significance for the Jewish Suchet who recalls getting horrific letters from Americans questioning his decision to act in such a work-- he and Stewart agree that you can't judge the play in terms of the twentieth century holocaust and it's interesting to see the way the two men address the Jewish religion in their respective characterizations.

While to Stewart, Shylock is "an alien" and "an outsider" who happens to be Jewish, to Suchet, Shylock is an outsider "because he is Jewish" and his passion comes through at once in their scenes together as they trade off. And although Stewart is a talented actor, to me it's apparent right off the bat that his approach to making the character so overly broad (to the point that at one moment he slips strangely into what sounds like a Scottish accent) is a grievous error for the work. Essentially his take makes Shylock a spectacle whereas Suchet moves us to such an extent-- although he works hard against playing scenes like "hath not a Jew eyes" for sheer sympathy-- that I realized I would never look at the man most famous for his portrayal of Agatha Christie's Hercule Poirot the same way ever again.



Simply put, I wanted to start a Suchet fan club and wondered why on Earth he hadn't broken free to the same level of stardom as McKellan and Kingsley (both of whom look so amazingly young you'll do a double take in episode one).

A wonderfully valuable treasure for fans of Shakespeare and filled with great debate on his most famous texts, discussion regarding the significance of the word "time" (which should be said with two syllables) in the work of the Bard, it's safe to say this collection will be a must-own for those who've ever done more than just passively read along with his work in elementary school.


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3/24/2009

Blu-ray Review: Quantum of Solace (2008)



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I. An Introduction


Bond couldn't have arrived on Blu-ray at a better time in history. Not only is the format war between HD-DVDs and Blu-rays officially over but the parent studios of James Bond-- Metro-Goldwyn Mayer and United Artists-- find their discs distributed in tandem with 20th Century Fox Home Entertainment and Sony Pictures. The Blu-rays produced by Fox and Sony boast unprecedented and consistently exceptional quality that makes even average films far superior in your living room than at the multiplex.

Gone are the problems of artifacting or muddy browns and gray that appear in the Blu-rays offered by some other competitors-- Sony and Fox manage to exceed our expectations. Fox in particular, hot off the triumph that was the restoration of The French Connection to a Blu-ray disc that even its director William Friedkin called the best version of the film ever made available has also managed to elevate downright shoddy fare like Max Payne or The Boondock Saints to ridiculously sophisticated levels.



In the case of this Bond-- the effect is immediate as we discover that not only the picture offers mind-blowing depth that makes you feel like you're speeding along inside the boat with Bond and Olga in Quantum but the strains of Tosca in Forster's opera sequence come through as though we were front row center at the performance.

The previously distracting and overly video game styled CGI and hyper cut feel of Quantum of Solace still cause to its let-down in comparison to the predescessor Casino Royale (a.k.a. the purest and best James Bond film made thus far) but when transferred digitally to Blu-ray, it's a bit smoother, absorbing it as though it were one of Sony's video game systems. However, before I go more in-depth on the subject of the Blu-ray, here's a reprint of my original review of Quantum of Solace seen on the largest screen in Arizona back in November.

II. The Theatrical Review



As that rare breed of feminist who can still recite every single entry of the James Bond franchise from memory and manage to overlook its eye-roll inducing moments of the Playboy lifestyle as the quintessential late 20th century hero managed to charm the dress off of every woman in sight and knock every man out cold, I must say I was looking extremely forward to catching Quantum of Solace.



Yet this morning looking over the majority of blurbs at Rotten Tomatoes, I realized the reactions were similar to the great political divide in America-- much to the left and much to the right with very few people falling in between. We had the gleefully upbeat freewheeling praise on one side and the witty puns of shame on the other like "The Spy Who Bored Me," and "License to Confuse," as the detractors seemed to make like Catskills comedians all answering the "It was so bad-- how bad was it?" style of jokes. Yet I wanted to give it the benefit of the doubt, still fondly recalling some of my favorite Bond movie moments that remain as vivid as when I first watched the movies along with my older brother.




My first Bond film onscreen was seeing Pierce Brosnan's debut as the smug and seductive variety (essentially shaking together pieces of both Connery and Moore into a human version of that famous martini), in the excellent Goldeneye. Yet, following the fun diversion of Michelle Yeoh as an ass-kicking martial arts Bond girl in Tomorrow Never Dies, the franchise seemed to have run its course with the atrocious The World is Not Enough (save for the gorgeous theme song by Garbage that is Shirley Bassey Goldfinger good) and Die Another Day.




That is, however, until Bond went blonde and both the women and men had much more fun with Casino Royale, an epic old-fashioned style spy film with a worthwhile romance and the best Bond girl yet with Dreamers star Eva Green's sultry and stunning yet smart and sophisticated Vesper Lynd. Of course, it didn't hurt that Daniel Craig stepped into the lead role, really wearing more than just the suit with his incredible looks but also taking the emotional depth of work he'd completed in art-house dramas and injecting it into Ian Fleming's hero.



Starting at zero as Bond earns his '00 status in the opening sequence of Royale, it seemed as though we'd been given the chance to begin again, reinventing the character so that he resonated with contemporary society. And then a funny thing happened on the way to the sequel with the smash success of the Matt Damon's Bourne Identity action trilogy featuring rapid-fire editing and shaky camera work.



More specifically, movies became video games and while the action in Bond was always on a different level-- from the opening of Monster's Ball, The Kite Runner, Stranger than Fiction and Finding Neverland director Marc Forster's first turn at the wheel with the opening car chase in Quantum of Solace, we realize that we're presented with the cinematic equivalent of chaos.



While Bourne's style took some getting used to but ultimately served the film well, especially considering it had the brains to balance the buoyant editing and camerawork and a shaky camera helped get us right into the action in this year's Cloverfield and Eagle Eye, when it comes to Quantum, it's hard to keep up and frankly, we realize we could care less.



As our eyes strain to figure out which character just landed another blow or dove off a high structure and our ears feel as overpowered as though we're right near the speaker at a Metallica concert, Solace is a barely comprehensible, illogical, irritating, and downright ludicrous mess that's not only one of the biggest disappointments of the year for a Hollywood blockbuster but doubly tragic when it followed what is quite possibly the best Bond film ever made.

With an homage to Goldfinger, Live and Let Die, Diamonds are Forever, On Her Majesty's Secret Service and countless other Bond movies thrown into its succinct 106 minute running time (despite it feeling endless), on the surface it seems to follow the events from the previous film. With his lover Vesper dead, Bond decides that the best way to get closure is to get even, wreaking bloody havoc on anyone that crosses his path, while trying to uncover just who was behind her blackmail and responsible for her demise.



Managing to axe every lead like a wicked madman in some spectacular stunt work that comprises fights which go from one location to the next in typical Bond chase fashion-- instead of relishing in the excitement as we did in so many other beginnings-- the shoddy camera work, pointlessly pretentious inter-cuts to other high culture events, and distracting editing ruins every single action sequence. This is especially apparent in an airplane crash that looks so computer generated, for a moment, I felt like the reel had accidentally switched to James Bond: Quantum of Solace-- The Video Game.

Following the first forty minutes which finds us barely engaged with a Bond so icy and one-dimensional, Craig could've just been played by a stand in or one of those gorgeous eye-candy posters of the man adorning the walls of local Sony stores, and a plot that somehow finds us trying to take on the evil "fake-environmentalist" (yep, not exactly in the same realm as Odd-Job, Jaws or even that freaky diamond dude in Die Another Day), we start getting some semblance of an actual story. Yet, it's one of those that's so off-the-wall and barely plausible that it's almost as meaningless as the film's title itself which is destined to leave your brain as soon as the final credits roll.

Instead, it's obvious Forster just wanted to set aside art-house pretensions (aside from one excellent scene in an opera house that is pompous yet wonderfully staged) and leave the heavy lifting to the fight-choreographer, a cinematographer and editor who may need to switch to decaf and lay off the Red Bull, and stuntmen who no doubt are in traction at a hospital somewhere, if all of their limbs are still intact that is.

Headache-inducing and nowhere near as classy or superbly entertaining as Bond at his best whether it's in Goldfinger, Goldeneye, Casino Royale or some of the wildly unbelievable yet engrossing string of films starring Roger Moore like For Your Eyes Only and The Spy Who Loved Me, Quantum of Solace may boast a better Bond than Timothy Dalton but film-wise, I'd rather sit down and watch Dalton's The Living Daylights again for some much needed solace after Solace.



Or maybe I'll just grab Casino Royale and wistfully pine for what could've been had the filmmakers either quit while they were ahead or stayed away from video poker and slot machines and just continued to play Baccarat... since obviously Royale's Texas Hold 'Em led them astray. And while it's always good to try something new, it's called gambling for a reason and maybe it's time for the franchise to take a good long look at itself and question whether or not they need to make a meeting, go through twelve steps, and try something different instead of playing things so fast and loose, we don't even recognize the man in the tux any longer.

III. The Solace of Blu-ray

As previously mentioned in the introduction-- the film plays much, much better on Blu-ray. While all of the problems listed in the review remain with the movie itself-- the viewing experience is vastly superior, making the recent advent of 3D at the cineplex seem all the more intriguing and timely given 2008's poor ticket sales.

Simply put-- when we're given this wonderful of a motion picture experience at home without the annoyance of talkative patrons, popcorn filled floors, or high ticket prices-- the best bang for our buck turns out to be Blu-ray instead of the Box Office.

Testing out the disc in every different picture setting, I found it never failed to impress in its clarity and managed to make the most even out of basic television speakers simply via the HDMI cable. The sharp richness in the colors-- especially during the opera sequence which damn near sparkles like crystal as the tuxedo clad Bond walks down a solid white hallway and later tries to pick out one man in a sea of similarly dressed attendees doesn't falter in the slightest with unrivaled focus and clarity from the far left side of the screen to the right.

Overall, the Special Features run the typical gamut you would expect (with the interesting absence of filmmaker commentary or deleted scenes) and consist of the uninspired music video for Jack White and Alicia Keys' loud "Another Way to Die," that aside from its addictive chorus sounds a bit dissonant (as if matching the editing chaos of Solace) along with numerous featurettes.

With a few ranging from very brief typical "electronic press kit" stuff to more polished and professional lengthy behind-the-scenes endeavors complete with narration-- one of the standouts was Bond on Location which takes us into the process of Forster's determination to scout for and discover imaginative locations that one wouldn't normally expect in a Bond world.

Noting that Daniel Craig's turn in Casino Royale suddenly had given the world a Bond with whom we could relate (as opposed to the dry wit of Brosnan, perfect coif of Dalton, Moore's take-it-in-stride and Connery's penchant for misogyny), the Swiss-German director Forster speaks about the challenges and extremely high expectations in making what would be a direct sequel to the previous film in trying to keep up the momentum of the previous film's phenomenal storytelling and audience interest.

Realizing the inherent need to make it better, throughout the featurettes, the answer to that challenge to Forster and his endless crew of stuntmen, trainers, assistant directors, helicopter pilots, etc. went with the old adage of "size matters," by doubling the amount of action in the work, remaining on the road in endless location changes for several months, and sometimes having the Bond machine operating in a few different countries at the same time while a principle crew worked in Panama and a different unit simultaneously going with their version of Forster's Bond playbook (if you will), working on elaborate plane stunts in Mexico.

Treating the locations as though they were characters, Forster's attention to detail included ensuring that the extras were just right as we see extras arriving after hours of traveling down river, then on bus, to appear in the background of a shot.

Likewise, juggling the decisions that for every camera position in the air sequence, three helicopters must fly in and three must fly back out-- you marvel that Forster had the ability to keep everything straight but throughout the film, we get the sense that the otherwise enormously talented filmaker felt the unimaginable weight of the entire franchise on his back. And instead of continuing the style and rhythm established previously in Royale, the rush and pressure to just get it done and get Bond in theatres, must have translated to the editing and hyper-real style that never fully manages to engage.

Yet, even though some sequences threaten to cause eye strain and a trip to the optometrist-- particularly in a fight ripped right out of Bourne-- on Blu-ray, you can get lost in the majesty of it all, relish in the locations and beauty and take advantage of the slower speed on your remote so that they don't whip by in a nanosecond.

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