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12/21/2009

Blu-ray Review: sex, lies and videotape (1989) -- 20th Anniversary Edition


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In a 1989 work that actor Edward Norton referred to “as his generation’s The Graduate,” and author Peter Biskind labeled in Down and Dirty Pictures, “the first Gen-X picture,” (Biskind 40-41), a twenty-six year old from Georgia appeared out of nowhere and took the film community by storm with his earnest film about the intimate lives of four twenty-somethings entitled sex, lies and videotape.

Now twenty years later, the film that began with and was centered on videotape has moved through the various formats until Sony Pictures Home Entertainment unveiled the work in high definition for its anniversary release. Enabling viewers to type SONY (or 7669) on the film's menu to activate the company's Blu-ray image calibration Easter Egg, this re-introduction to sex, lies and videotape offers more than just Sony's standard dynamic visual presentation to additionally look past the print's initial age and experience it the way you would've back in 1989 with warmer flesh tones and a less clinical feel.

Arguably the most important Generation X film, Soderbergh's videotape marked the change from the '80s Me Generation to the "Why Me?" Generation of the '90s. Additionally, the fact that the film’s four main characters primarily bear their secrets through the medium of video is naturally indicative of the emerging generation as filmgoers and filmmakers everywhere took note while Generation X came into its own.

A spoiled generation raised by baby-boomers determined to give us everything they didn’t have growing up, we came-of-age in an era where Yuppie consumerism and commercialism ruled. The impact could be witnessed both in our need to "amass stuff" like video cameras to keep up with the neighbors and to go see the latest Hollywood blockbusters about Wall Street men who Die Hard despite the fact that they "ain't got time to bleed" who became our superheroes before Batman finally came back on the scene.

Yet as naturally is the case, soon we decided to rebel against what we knew and grabbed those videos camera ourselves to illustrate that our attitudes were much different than those of the baby-boomers. Some of our parents were Yuppies and some were not but we had one thing in common and that was film. And nowhere is this fact of a medium shared more recognizable than in the feature length narrative fiction debut of Steven Soderbergh.


Having evolved from a full year of notebook scribblings, even though the screenplay was written by the now Oscar winning filmmaker in just eight days and none of the events depicted actually happened in his life directly, the resulting production is often considered an autobiographical work.

sex, lies followed what author Peter Biskind dubbed the director’s epiphany at the age of twenty-four in Down and Dirty Pictures, after the conclusion of a relationship in which Soderbergh confessed that he'd been “deceptive and mentally manipulative,” sleeping with other women simultaneously to seek short-lived approval and acceptance before his near year long behavior wore him out. Soon he realized that he was becoming somebody that he felt if he actually knew he would not have liked and likewise recalls that “had he been able, he would, he said, have joined a twelve-step program for recovering liars” (40).

Out of this darkness, he tried therapy, which didn’t provide any solace, and decided to write a script about the experience of taking advantage of what he calls during director’s commentary, the “Me Me Me Generation." And although most who view the film first feel that the main character would be most autobiographically indicative of Soderbergh, he assures viewers on the commentary track that he identifies and has been all four of the leads at different points in his life.

sex, lies, and videotape featured the previously John Hughes era Yuppie typecast actor James Spader as a former emotionally manipulative, lying ladies man who-- now impotent-- videotapes women discussing their attitudes, desires, experiences and fears about sex.

As Donald Lyons stated in his book Independent Visions, “videotaping… is an act of alienation” in the film (34) and Soderbergh notes on the commentary that the video camera was the best device of the materialistic '80s era to see how someone can try to keep another at arm's length.

In fact, the first two words of the title seem to trick viewers. Despite its provocative name, the film is really about the issues of honesty and trust in interpersonal relationships and the importance and power of conversation, however it’s the word “lies which lends the real piquancy; with just sex and videotape, we’d expect either tabloid TV or a high-minded mediation on the interrelationship of technology and erotic fulfillment” (Lyons 137).


In visiting sleazy lawyer John, an old college friend and “predatory, suspender-wearing, Reagan-era Yuppie” (Biskind 41) played by Peter Gallagher, Spader’s character Graham marks the start of the drifting, arty, philosophizing, sensitive leading men that would populate Gen X and serve as the counterpoint for all things Yuppie, cold, and materialistic.

“A premature slacker, aimless, and lacking money, career, or ambition,” (Biskind 41), Graham develops an attraction to John’s wife, Ann, played by Andie MacDowell (like Spader, also a veteran of the Brat Pack in St. Elmo’s Fire) in a great, understated and naturalistic take on what could've been a very one-dimensional character. Laura San Giacomo rounds out the cast, turning in her first cinematic performance as Ann’s lively sister, Cynthia, who is carrying on a seedy affair with Ann’s husband, John.

The film’s admittedly simplistic style, along with a cast of relative unknowns and the surprising location of Baton Rouge rather than the predictable New York for its neurotic characters helped inspire a new breed of filmmakers, paving the way for Gen Xers to branch out on their own filmmaking journey. Although, at the time, those working on sex, lies and videotape basked in the freedom of the truly vanguard process and had no idea that it would later be referred to by Biskind as “the big bang of the modern indie film movement,” (26).

Soderbergh's experimental opus, shot in just thirty days used no sets as the art department’s budget was only five thousand dollars, so the film is completely comprised of real Baton Rouge locations including some reshoots in Soderbergh’s own apartment, helping add to the homemade, intimate feel of the work as the director informs viewers on his exclusive commentary track.

The production as he continued, ran the perfect balance of an independent, “hey, let’s put on a show,” mentality that was also obsessed by his decision to not get into the way of the brilliant actors he cast. Moreover, the film enabled him to hone his directorial craft with his one-of-a-kind choices, some of which I still see reflected in his oeuvre twenty years later. And Soderbergh's decision to avoid calling much attention to the filmmaking process makes appreciation of the film as a work of art challenging to those on the first time around.

Essentially, sex, lies and videotape is so engrossing that you'll need to view it a few times until you finally grasp just how much went into the film from the mostly unsung editing and cinematographic departments, which are traditionally overlooked in favor of the deservedly yet most routinely praised areas of acting and writing.

Deceptively simplistic yet truly unique when you compare it to the blockbuster works of the era of Simspon and Bruckheimer that are filled with camera trickery and music video cuts, Soderbergh's sex, lies is the best example of his firm belief in starting a film as quickly as possible to get to the substance of the story and using the fastest and cheapest font he could find in order to savor the idea of just watching lives being lived.


Although in retrospect, there is some earnest writing he tells viewers on the commentary track that he feels is a bit “too on the nose," aside from his genuine appreciation for his cast and crew, Soderbergh is paired with fellow filmmaker Neil LaBute in a fascinating commentary track added onto this Blu-ray release so that he can't simply rip every aspect of his movie to shreds.

Having become the youngest filmmaker in the history of the Cannes Film Festival to receive the French event's highest honor of the Palme d'Or for a fictional feature, it's especially fascinating to look back on the film today to see the way that Soderbergh's career has evolved. Moreover, it's intriguing to realize that not only did he achieve more personal, critical, and box office success when he finally returned to a faster do-it-yourself independent filmmaking spirit as witnessed in movies like Out of Sight and The Limey but 2009 also finds him releasing two films in the same year because of his breakneck sex, lies pacing and cinematic boot-camp with The Girlfriend Experience (which also deals with sexuality verses intimacy) and the sharply executed Informant!

While there are a few flaws in sex, lies which become far more glaring in high definition considering the dully, unnatural, even-toned voice-overs that stand out on the audio track, the film still remains a testament of the era and really illustrates the way the new generation was emerging as a rebellion to the baby-boomer mentality, similar to the hippie movement of the late '60s rebelling against the society of that decade.

Having studied the work in greater detail as Soderbergh's title was the topic of my scholarship winning baccalaureate thesis on independent filmmaking, I wasn't sure how it would be to go back and revisit the movie again after analyzing it to a painstaking level years earlier. Yet sure enough, as soon as James Spader and Andie MacDowell share their first scene together, I became mesmerized by their naturalistic approach via the way Spader would let a sentence roll into a Non sequitur question about her marriage, and Soderbergh's mastery of choosing what to reveal when that still dazzles to this day. Soderbergh's camera still doesn't lie and twenty years later, his old videotape remains just as potent as ever.


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FTC Disclosure: As is standard practice, I received a Blu-ray screener of this film in the Blu-ray format in order to evaluate it for review, which had no basis on my reaction since it's well-documented how I feel about the work and wanted to make sure the quality was still top-notch for viewers new to this videotape without any lies.

2/17/2009

Blu-ray Review: Pretty Woman (1990)



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"Oh, oh Pretty Woman." The movie that did for Julia Roberts what Paramount Pictures' film Ghost did for Demi Moore-- as of Woman's release, suddenly America had a new sweetheart in the form of the curly-haired redhead with the infectious smile who managed to charm all of us even when she played a prostitute.



A tricky film to cast both for the film's unlikely Cinderella-esque heroine and her corporate knight in shining armor (Richard Gere, naturally)-- initially both Al Pacino and Christopher Reeve turned down his role and the number of A-list actresses who passed on the opportunity to wear Vivian's black magic marker enhanced boots and safety pin wardrobe is legendary.

With Breakfast Club cutie Molly Ringwald declining (but since noting it's a choice she regrets) due to the subject matter-- other top choices like Garry Marshall's ideal Vivian-- Meg Ryan turned it down as did Michelle Pfeiffer (who cited a dislike of J.F. Lawton's screenplay "tone"), Jennifer Jason Leigh who also found the script objectionable, the lovely Valerina Golino who took herself out of the running considering her "thick Italian accent," as well as Daryl Hannah who was genuinely pleased to pass as she considered the entire thing to be utterly "degrading to women."

On one hand, I do feel she's right-- I've never quite understood the way women have latched onto this film as one of the best modern day romances since well, Breakfast at Tiffany's wherein the luminous Audrey Hepburn played a high class call-girl as well although her profession is far more disguised than Vivian's street corner come hither look as fellow hooker Laura San Giacomo directs her to "work it, work it."



Although it includes a brief glimpse of the tragic side of the profession as one of the girls is found in the dumpster near the beginning-- mostly it models itself as a modern day fairy tale in the vein of Cinderella and Pygmalion or more precisely My Fair Lady (which incidentally also starred Hepburn). Therefore, is it any wonder that the film features a scene wherein Roberts views the classic Hepburn film Charade co-starring Cary Grant (to whom some have compared Richard Gere)?



While I'm less inclined to go for it as a true love story since it does evoke Marshall's perpetual "taming of the female shrew" motif he employs in virtually every film from The Princess Diaries to Raising Helen to Georgia Rule by "punishing" wild women into submission (whether or not it's his intention or he's even conscious of this recurring theme), I still find myself tuning in whenever the film airs simply because the chemistry between the leads works incredibly well and it's great for a laugh.



While the overall tone makes the chicken soup feel of the picture a bit rough to digest, ultimately it's a comfort food movie and one in which-- just like Hepburn roughly forty years earlier in Roman Holiday or 1990's Ghost for Demi Moore-- we can literally see a star being born right before our eyes similar to our first major encounter with Angelina Jolie in Girl Interrupted or Edward Norton in Primal Fear. It's these breakout movies and the performances that elevate the material and make up for any shortcomings as to be perfectly frank, at its core-- Pretty Woman is one blue-blooded romance.



Casting Richard Gere as an icy businessman who has spent years and several thousands of dollars in therapy to get to the point where he can finally admit he's very angry with his father and a man incapable of maintaining a relationship as his work buying and selling companies is his true love-- he nonetheless finds himself becoming intrigued by the street-smart Vivian whom he meets on Hollywood Boulevard while looking for the Beverly Wilshire Hotel.

Charming him with facts like the odd bit of trivia that one's foot is the length from one's wrist to their elbow and taking over at the wheel to show him what his friend Jason Alexander's car can really do-- soon he hires her for the evening which eventually leads to a proposition to employ her for a week for a few thousand dollars to be his escort while he wheels and deals in an important business deal.

With Marshall's frequent go-to guy Hector Elizondo playing Vivian's unlikely "fairy godfather" at the Beverly Wilshire-- he gives her a crash course in table manners and how to dress after she witnesses the prejudicial class based wrath of the women who work in the shops at Beverly Hills (summed up best in Romy and Michelle as they joke, "as if" they aren't "bigger whores than she is").



Soon Vivian's laid back attitude and ability to easily enchant Gere's business contacts finds his character Edward becoming equally affected-- jealous when he sees the way another man pays attention to her and becoming more than a little attached by their arrangement. For a film that emphasizes sex as business, Lawton and Marshall try to insert romance successfully by having both Gere and Roberts' character evolve over the course of the film and making the build-up to their first kiss quite filled with sexual tension as one of Vivian's ground-rules is never to kiss a client since it's far too intimate.

Yet the odd arrangement never fully disappears from our minds and while we are often shown movies featuring hookers with the heart of gold or even films where women are bought in one way or another (like in the underrated Mad Dog and Glory which centers on a debt rather than prostitution), it's always puzzled me why this film has been considered as such a straightforward romance with increasingly open arms.



Despite my reservations, it's terribly funny and utterly mesmerizing due to Roberts who by that time had only done effective supporting work in films like Mystic Pizza and Steel Magnolias and while she would go on to become one of Hollywood's highest paid actresses following this work which earned her both a Golden Globe Award and Academy Award nomination and she, Gere, and Marshall did reteam for the horrific "woman tamer" Runaway Bride-- ultimately as we've learned over the course of her career and even far more recently in YouTube footage as she stands up to paparazzi for the safety of her children, there's much more to Julia Roberts than meets the eye.



Yet, just like Meg Ryan, Demi Moore, and Sandra Bullock in the '90s before Cameron Diaz, Kate Hudson, and Reese Witherspoon joined their ranks-- sadly she's been a woman typecast with her most memorable role as a few years back Entertainment Weekly even went as far as to break down the success of her films by showing that when she has her hair curled and smiles (especially on the poster) she wins over the box office and fans much more than any of her attempts at more serious work (despite Erin Brockovich, which admittedly did incorporate some of the same Pretty Woman traits).



And while thankfully Roberts is using her celebrity to help foster new projects and high quality fare for young women and girls including last summer's woefully underrated Warner Brothers film Kit Kittredge: An American Girl, to rom-com enthusiasts, she will forever be known as the woman whom Richard Gere called "Princess Vivian" near the end of this film.



Now it's being released onto Blu-ray from Walt Disney Home Entertainment's Touchstone Pictures with the wonderful offer to receive a ten dollar mail in rebate to fans who already own the film on DVD. And while the clarity is a step up (and I've seen the film in every form except theatrically and most commonly on television where it seems as though it's played on a given channel every single day), honestly, I couldn't tell that much of a difference between the DVD and the Blu-ray.

If your disc is worn out or you still-- like this reviewer-- had the old VHS of Pretty Woman back from the stone age of videotape, it'll be worth the investment to move to Blu-ray but I'd make sure the price was right and you take advantage of that rebate. While the menus are a bit confusing and take a considerable amount of time to load and move back and forth between featurettes--even on a brand new Blu-ray player-- mostly the extras are pretty run-of-the-mill.

They include a blah two and a half minute blooper reel, Natalie Cole's "Wild Women Do" music video, the original theatrical trailer, rare but poorly lit Wrap Party Footage of Gere, Roberts, and Marshall (along with a back-up band) doing their version of an Elvis Costello tune, and a vintage production featurette from 1990 with retro tag-lines like "When Edward and Vivian meet, what happens is beyond their wildest dreams," nonetheless-- along with feature commentary from Marshall-- one of the most interesting features is the interactive L.A. Tour with Marshall as host as he discusses landmarks used in the film.



And while ultimately, as far as '90s love stories go, I'm still more prone to go with the sophisticated works by Nora Ephron including Sleepless in Seattle and the screwball inspired You've Got Mail (which, for my money, is one of the last truly great romantic comedies)-- both of which were inspired by movies of yesteryear much like Pretty Woman-- still, for just light entertainment and laughter, you can't beat the infectious smile of Julia Roberts... without fixating on as Rachael Leigh Cook noted in She's All That, "the whole hooker thing."