Showing posts with label Brooklyn. Show all posts
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Wednesday, December 30, 2015

The best (and worst) from 2015

Charlize Theron in a scene from "Mad Max: Fury Road." Image courtesy Warner Bros.
Theater going in 2015 was a very, very satisfying experience. Audiences could pick from a little of everything this year and find stellar options, whether it was an action epic, an animated tearjerker, a wonderful romantic comedy masquerading itself as an Oscar flick, or a thrilling peek into the drug trade. Every genre was well represented and included at least one excellent selection to choose from. And, as with any year, there were a few dregs as well, one of which is much worse than the others.

All of the below are films I reviewed for this year, which knocks out the gripping documentary “Going Clear.” I also kept it to the seven films I thought were worth highlighting, but these other flicks deserve at least a mention: “The Big Short,” “Furious 7,” “Crimson Peak,” “Suffragette,” “Bridge of Spies,” “Me Earl and the Dying Girl,” “Dope,” “Love & Mercy,” “The Second Mother,” “The Walk” (as seen in theaters) and “The Stanford Prison Experiment.”

No. 1: “Mad Max: Fury Road”

Just an outstanding, astonishing movie that’s nothing less than an action masterpiece. The continuation of the post-apocalyptic adventures of Max Rockatansky (now played by Tom Hardy), George Miller's fourth installment took 30 years to come to fruition, and it was worth the wait. Miller's vision – a fair use of the word given how much creative control he has on this – goes old school on the effects, limiting the CG and crashing as many cars in the desert as he could.
“Fury Road” is a marvelous movie to watch and a wonderful film to think about. Many articles have analyzed the film's feminist bent, but it is worth emphasizing how every female character in this film is more heroic than their male counterparts, whether in battle like Charlize Theron's iconic Furiousa or finding the courage to leave an abusive situation as the wives do. As the film implies, it was the men destroyed the world; it's up to the women to save it.

Image courtesy Disney/Pixar.
No. 2: “Inside Out”

I cried once the first time I watched this. I cried twice when I went to see it again. Any film that evokes that kind of reaction is a lock to make it into the top five.
“Inside Out” hits the beats of the best Pixar film, putting the right voice actors (Amy Poehler, Phyllis Smith, Mindy Kaling, Bill Hader and Lewis Black) inside the mind of a preteen girl undergoing the greatest shift in her young life. Moving across the country is scary and intimidating, no matter how much Poehler's Joy tries to imbue her charge Riley (Kaitlyn Dias) with positivity. Joy learns how valuable Smith's Sadness is to Riley's life, how valuable she is to the girl's continued emotional evolution, and the film portrays that journey of self-discovery in a way that's silly and heartbreaking. Plus I still haven't gotten over the fate of poor Bing Bong (voiced with desperate pride by Richard Kind). 




Image courtesy Open Road Films.

No. 3: “Spotlight”

One of the frontrunners to win Best Picture at the 2016 Academy Award ceremony, “Spotlight” is the least cinematic film on this list. There's nothing flashy about it aesthetically; the office walls are white and drab, the clothes are toned down, the streets of Boston are shot as if the city is crumbling around the characters. Then again, the absence of cinematic grandiosity fits the film's workmanlike theme of people plugging away to get to the bottom of a complicated, horrifying cover up perpetrated for decades by the Catholic Church.
The staff of the Boston Globe's eponymous investigation unit (played by Michael Keaton, Mark Ruffalo, Rachel McAdams and Brian D'Arcy James) are single focused on their job, putting the story and, most importantly, the victims above themselves. Plus, the acting is  thoroughly terrific, especially Stanley Tucci as an attorney for several victims. “Spotlight” is good journalism, and it practices exactly what it preaches.

Image courtesy The Weinstein Company.
No. 4: “Carol”

Christmas is rarely as beautiful and melancholy as it is in “Carol,” which documents the early stages of a romance between Cate Blanchett’s Carol and Rooney Mara’s Therese. Their rapport is a strange, based little on spoken words and more on those little moments like the soft touches and the tender stares they share. The film even goes out of its way to show how the two talk to other people far more often than they do each other, perhaps because the conversation only gets in the way of the spark they share.
“Carol” is a beautiful film to watch in large part because of the way director Todd Haynes frames the 1950s era, yet the aesthetic loveliness is belied by an ugliness of the era directed at the central pair’s relationship. “Carol” contrasts itself frequently like that and plays around with expectations and filmmaking techniques, framing certain moments as dreamy fantasies while mocking a well known writing convention. The result is a portrayal of a dizzying romance that takes its time to reveal the inevitable.

Image courtesy Lionsgate.
No. 5: “Sicario”

“Sicario” is simply intense, the kind of film in which breathing becomes a near impossibility during a few key sequences. As depicted in the film, danger is a constant presence for all involved in the drug war, along with the people who just happen to live in cartel area.  Director Denis Villeneuve never lets the audience have a moment to breath; something bad could happen within that half second between inhalation and exhalation.
It's a shame this film isn't getting the level of Oscar attention it deserves. Villeneuve and screenwriter Taylor Sheridan do a tremendous job invoking an atmosphere of fear and mistrust – a feat that often goes unrecognized during Award voting – and the performances by Emily Blunt and Benicio Del Toro are top notch. Hopefully “Sicario” at least gets a nod for Roger Deakins' cinematography efforts; if anything the film illustrates how beautiful the region could be, and how ugly the drug wars have made it.

Image courtesy A24.
No. 6: “Room”

Speaking about crafting an intense sequence, “Room” director Lenny Abrahamson created one of the most frightening moments of the year when Jacob Tremblay's Jack tries to escape the only place he's ever known. That's what makes the moment effective, as Abrahamson frames the escape through Tremblay's eyes, making the outside world a large, ominous and alien place.
The film's highlight though is star Brie Larson as Ma, who has spent seven years trapped in the eponymous place by kidnapper/rapist Old Nick (Sean Bridgers). Larson is simply stellar, convincingly oscillating between strength and weakness when the time calls for it. Her moments with Tremblay are a delight, which makes the scenes in which she starts to fall apart all the more shocking. It's the best performance of the year, regardless of gender.

Image courtesy Twentieth Century Fox.
 No. 7: “Brooklyn”

“Brooklyn” is the best romantic comedy to come out in a very long time, a smart, sweeping story of a woman discovering what she wants for herself and fighting to get it. It's easy to see the dilemma Saoirse Ronan (who is fantastic) faces with the two men courting her, as both of her beaus treat her with respect and love. There is, however, one significant difference between the two, and that difference is the one Ronan eventually recognizes and fights for.
The film succeeds because of how it lays out her internal journey, and it is unexpectedly funny as well. Nick Hornby's dialogue is crisp, clear and laser focused, and “Brooklyn” benefits greatly from Ronan and a supporting turn by Julie Walters as the sharp tongued Mrs. Kehoe. This film evokes a fair number of smiles between the moments when it pummels with sadness.

Image courtesy Universal.
Bottom of the barrel: “Ted 2”

There are quite a few contenders for this title. “Truth” is frustrating and ire inducing but is redeemed slightly by Cate Blanchett's performance, and Dakota Johnson similarly counters the suck that is “Fifty Shades of Grey.” “The Boy Next Door” is too silly and dumb to be offensive, while “Insurgent” and “A Walk in the Woods” are bad in a forgettable fashion.
That leaves “Ted 2,” a risible piece of garbage with few laughs and an obnoxious streak a mile long. Director Seth MacFarlane, who also voices the titular stuffed animal, has crafted a perfectly offensive, misogynistic and cruel film film whose comedy is derived from laziness. Those problems are exacerbated by leads MacFarlane and Mark Wahlberg, whose characters lack anything resembling likability. That’s kind of a problem considering their relationship is, supposedly, the heart of the entire film.

Friday, November 13, 2015

American dreaming

Saoirse Ronan and Emory Cohen star in "Brooklyn." Image courtesy Twentieth Century Fox.
The version of America depicted in the sensational “Brooklyn” is the one people dream about when talking about the good old days. The streets are clean and tread upon by impeccably dressed men and women, all of whom are searching for the American Dream. Strangely enough, finding that dream isn’t the issue; the tricky part for Saoirse Ronan’s Eilis is deciding if that dream is what she wants, or is it better perhaps to return home and follow the path set for her before she arrived in early 1950s America.
Romance comes into play in the decision making, although it really isn’t a factor for (the magnificent) Ronan before she steps on the boat. Life before the departure is depicted with a yawn, with the lass working at a market part-time for the cruel Miss Kelly (Brid Brennan), going to dances with her best friend Nancy (Eileen O’Higgins) and living with her beloved older sister Rose (Fiona Glascott) and mother (Jane Brennan). The trip across the Atlantic is a little rocky, but she arrives at the eponymous borough and settles into a boarding house run by the fiery Mrs. Kehoe (Julie Walters) with a small bag, a less than promising job at a clothing store, and an epic case of home sickness. But Ronan toughs out the harsh early going with the help of a friendly priest (Jim Broadbent), who enrolls her in night classes at a local university and persuades her to attend a few local meet and greet events. It's at a rather lame Irish dance that she meets dapper Italian plumber Tony (Emory Cohen), and her life begins to pick up once their relationship blossoms and she falls in love with him and life in America.
That is until Glascott dies and Ronan has to ship back to Ireland to comfort her grieving mother. What started off as a short trip home develops into an extended stay when she takes over her sister’s job as a bookkeeper, which begets plans to stick around and possibly fall in love with handsome rugby player Jim Farrell (Domhnall Gleeson). Everyone around Ronan conspires to keep her in Ireland – Brennan goes as far as to set up her daughter's social schedule beyond her expected departure date – and the woman even starts questioning a possible return to life with Cohen in Brooklyn. It puts her in a tough spot, as each location has its benefits, among them a man hopelessly in love with her.
“Brooklyn” is a rare trustworthy wolf in sheep's clothing, a deep and brilliant Nicholas Sparks film disguised as droll Oscar bait. “Brooklyn” speaks in sadness and elegies for the living and the death of dreams, so crying during “Brooklyn” is very much encouraged and is even necessary depending on which character is broken emotionally at a given moment. But there is very much more to the film than weeping, as screenwriter Nick Hornby – who adopted the film from a novel by Colm Tóibín – writes in some terrific comedic patter between characters that can shift an ordinary conversation into a sparring match befitting films of the era. The best lines are given to the sublimely caustic Walters, who delivers them with vinegar and a knowing smirk.
What's covering the film's fluffy heart is a layer of adulthood far too often ignored in the average Heigl flick; characters opt to reflect and think about their words before saying anything when presented with an awkward moment of romantic doom. Ronan, especially, isn't a woman who needs to grow up – she begins the film at a greater level of adulthood than most people can achieve – as all she really needs is time to weigh her options. The quandary she faces – staying in Ireland or going back to Brooklyn – appears to be an equal one from the surface, with each place offering opportunity and love. But the film definitely favors one route far over the others, and it reveals the preference with a few visual hints – the wardrobe and scenery is much brighter in one location – and through the two suitors. While both men adore the lovable Ronan, the nature of the relationships Ronan has with each differs in one notable way; while one wants a bride to fill an empty house, he other wants a partner, someone to grow alongside him and wants her to better herself in the process. Given that, the decision is easy, but “Brooklyn” knows the heart is a complicated entity, and even a smart, ambitious protagonist like Ronan’s Eilis is tempted to make the wrong decision. That she doesn’t, and that the choice comes with steely determination in one of the best scenes in the film, comes to both the main character’s and the film’s credit.  

Review: Four and a half out of Five Stars

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Rating: PG-13
Run time: 111 minutes
Genre: Drama

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Target audience: Fans of the book and anyone who can't decide if they want to spend more than 90 minutes laughing or crying.

Take the whole family?: Stick with the PG-13 rating for the mildly adult content and the few kids younger than that who'd be interested in seeing this type of movie.

Theater or Netflix?: Find a nice Saturday afternoon to hit this up if you can find it locally.

What are the film's Oscar odds?: “Brooklyn” is in line for a few nominations, including biggies like Best Picture, Best Adapted Screenplay, and Best Actress for Saoirse Ronan. I hope Julie Walters gets recognition for Best Supporting Actress – she's just so wonderfully caustic – along with a little love for its subtly splendid cinematography.

Watch this as well?: Sticking with the Nick Hornby oeuvre, rent “An Education” and revel in the terrific rapport between Carey Mulligan – another possible Best Actress nominee – and Peter Sarsgaard.