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21 Jump Street (2012)
Offensive Pandering and Prejudice to Idiot Audiences
Probably the worst movie targeted to lowly teen fart and homophobic humor, 21 Jump Street has no element that is not offensive. Loosely based on the 80s television drama series that launched Johnny Depp on the world, it is not related to that production beyond a title. The premise of adult cops serving undercover in high schools to discover drugs and crime features the bumbling partners as brothers played by Channing Tatum and Jonah Hill, who are less than competent officers facing expulsion from the force. Sent to Jump Street as a last resort before unemployment, their supervisor is a foul language director played by Ice Cube, whose acting ability is as limited as his profanity laced vocabulary.
The film relies on racial and sexual prejudices that would because of the youthful cast seem innocuous, but are not. Other offensive actions include violence against a gay, black student who is decked by thick-headed Tatum, the first day at school, and later an unfunny and sexually inappropriate female teacher who is ready to jump his studly bones. Nebbish Hill in a slimmed down version, is the geekier and now popular brother, tenuous around the same kind of juvenile populations that he hated as a teen and finding himself living with his overly gushing parents whose kitschy southwestern theme home is a shrine to their beloved idealized son. Even a school production of Peter Pan include the reference to the "squaws" with Tiger Lily. Once in school, the men seek to make connections to the drug suppliers who are the clean cut, UC Berkeley bound rich kid (Dave Franco, James' less than talented younger brother), and the overtly pumped football coach. Why these characters would be thought humorous reveals the worst attitudes of prejudice, racism, and sexual predation that for some writers passes as appropriate for youth-oriented audiences.
Only when the undercover agents are faced with the biker gang of drug dealers and the distributor turns out to be the foot ball coach does the action become interesting with the revelation of undercover DEA agents Johnny Depp and Peter Delouise, (the original Jump Street crew in a brief cameo) but even their appearance can't elevate this film from the worst offensive violence in a Robert Rodriguez shoot 'em up scene. Until the end credits, 21 Jump Street manages to offend every notion of high school experience and once the bad guys are captured, the two officers are further thrust upward to college in hopes that a sequel will be in the works. In all fairness, that would add insult to a gross injury.
Dark Shadows (2012)
Darkly Off The Mark
When Dark Shadows was an afternoon staple on TV in the 60s, the character of Barnabas Collins exuded a sense of pathos and doom. Jump ahead to the Tim Burton film and pathos is replaced by slap stick and special effects, which in a remake of a three stooges film might not be so bad, but not here. With the exceptional Johnny Depp teaming yet again with Burton, and joined by a significant cast of Michelle Pffifer, Burton's wife Helena Bonham-Carter, and Eva Green among other very excellent character actors, the story of a vampire and a witch failed to have merit worthy of some significant earlier Burton/Depp encounters. What is wrong is this was never a funny story to begin with, and translated into the sexualized humor of today, Dark Shadows comes forth as sleazy innuendo instead of witty and droll. The kinds of monster creatures from werewolf to witch to vampire to ghostly spectra permit the makeup department and costumer full opportunity to flex, but with a 70s sound track that included Alice Cooper's sync performance, the story, music, and dressing are never one to draw the audience's attention and hold it.
People like Tim Burton's whimsy and fantastical gadgets which are delights in all his films, and Dark Shadows is not the exception, but it is not enough. Depp's Barnabas is cartoonish and aptly formal as an 18th c. gentleman, but perhaps the fangs genre is tired of yet another film in this vein, (yes, pun intended). The moral of the story - family is everything and love endures is warm and fuzzy, but this is not the film in which to preach. Not one of Burton's better film efforts, sadly, nor, is it even in the vampire Gothic class of camp.
We'll Take Manhattan (2012)
Styled but Not Delivered
Lordy, what can one say that is positive about this farcical retro-homage to the rise of the 60's first supermodel Jean Shrimpton and bad boy photographer, David Bailey. Swinging 60s London was yet to happen when the stuffy, privileged world of British Vogue was invaded by the street-wise Bailey whose black and white grainy high contrast fashion sense was yet the norm. Shrimpton as depicted by Doctor Who's Karen Gillian is a moon-face, country virgin who falls for the brash photog and is promptly toss to the curb by her screaming, conservative middle class father who sees his daughter as a fallen woman. It was after all the era of the new pill and good girls were still pure until marriage!! Given the assignment to photograph a new spread for Vogue in New York City, Bailey and Shrimp head out with the uptight, Lady Clare Rendlesham (Helen McCrory) to recreate the tired, status quo look which British Vogue had presented since WWII. With lots of head butting between Bailey and Rendlesham over tasteful lady-like poses, camera focal range, and the NYC skyline, Shrimpton sees her budding career going down in flames. Slightly idiotic dialogue is meant to convey the class differences between the blue collar Bailey and Shrimpton and Rendlesham, the "posh" women he finds unwilling to give him the opportunity as the innovative artist with the camera. But the work speaks for itself as contact sheets arrive in London and the situation comes to a head with the expected happy ending. Bailey forever alters British Vogue, Jean becomes the exquisite iconic face of the 60s, and London swings despite the conservative government.
Barnard as confrontational Bailey is heavy fisted but charming, and the venerable Helen McCrory as the staid Lady Tasteful Clare Rendlesham offers a strident performance that is almost laughable. However, it is the woeful Ms. Gillian as The Shrimp who makes the production painful to view. Jean Shrimpton had not evolved into the staggering beauty in the New York photographs that Bailey took of her, but in Ms. Gillian is absent the kind of potential Shrimpton already possessed as a leggy young model. The teased bouffant hair, pudgy eyes, and the askew legs did characterize the early Jean, but Gillian misses on every point thanks to woeful styling. To observe Karen Gillian is to see the Dr. Who companion in 60s "clobber" and the wrong eye shadow applications -- sadly, even the teddy bear photographed better. Perhaps the best thing that can be said about the show is they used David Bailey's actual photographs from the New York shoot of Jean Shrimpton in the closing credits. That was worth sitting though the program.
Midnight in Paris (2011)
Typical Woody Allen Setup
If nebbish nerdy males and female partners who are shallow, self-absorbed, and clueless strike your fancy, you obviously enjoy films by Woody Allen. This is so much in the recycled Allen genre that it does not warrant anything other than a nod to great Paris locations and period costumes. Always a fan of period jazz, this film does not disappoint either, but Cole Porter was done a few years ago with Kevin Klein, so "Let's Fall In Love" doesn't have the unexpected flashback. Even the introduction of La Belle Epoque, Maxim's and the Moulin Rouge with Lautrec, Gaugin and Degas, to Piccaso, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Dali, Man Ray, and Gertrude Stein is nostalgia light. Allen's retro-vision of the past is still too convenient, too clean, too "golden" to hold attention, or even want to invest a second viewing.
Performances of Kathy Bates as third-eye Gertrude Stein and Marion Cotillard are marvelous, but this is more a walking man's tour of the Paris cityscape than a story which hold the interest to the end, and is ultimately formulaic and predictable. Equitable in irritation are the performances of Owen Wilson and Rachel McAdams as the mismatched couple whose relationship is brought asunder by the city of romance and lights. Sorry Woody lovers but other films are more intriguing at this time.
A Room with a View (1985)
I will gush over this film because it is worthy of praise and a standing ovation. A Room With A View is likely one of the most perfect films to grace screens in decades. The E.M. Forrester story produced and directed by the team of Ivory and Merchant brings the tale of Miss Lucy Honeychurch (Helena Bonham-Carter) to life in perfect Edwardian splendor.
Wonderful locations of the Florence cathedral, Palazzo Vecchio, sculpture by Donatello, and an assortment of rolling landscapes are stunning visual fodder for this comic tale of Apolonian vs. Dionesian parlor manners. Exquisite young Bonham-Carter's casting as the virginal heiress is thwarted by her traveling companion, the venerable Dame Maggie Smith as her meddling biddy chaperon, Aunt Charlotte, with Dame Judy Dench as a proto-Jackie Collins author, Elenore Lavish, Daniel Day-Lewis as the prissy snobbish Cecil Vyse, and, a gorgeous, naked Julian Sands as socialist George Emerson comprises a most outstanding casting achievement.
The excellent soundtrack offering of Dame Kiri Te Kaniwa's rendition of "O Mio Caro" takes your breath away as are the bits of wonderful piano solos that Lucy produces throughout the film. The cinematography is most wonderful with scenic panoramas of the far off Florence or Lucy sauntering through a field of poppies and wildflowers to receive the kiss to curl your toes from George Emerson, well, can romantic love get any better? This video is required for collectors of films of Julian Sands and Daniel Day-Lewis, however, its real value is as one of the finest of the Merchant Ivory magic touch in film making.
Perfect Sense (2011)
Smell No Evil, Taste No Evil, Hear No Evil, and then...
Admittedly, I love Ewan McGregor films and this is one that I rate higher because of the actor, but also because of the solid and mature performance he presents. Perfect Sense is a desolate tale in the vein of catastrophic world epidemics, social collapse, and "death and misery" as one character describes. Nevertheless, there are elements of humankind rising to face demise from all that is suspected - bio-terrorism, environmental collapse, capitalism, fundamentalism, religion. Although the symptoms of the epidemic robs the human body of the senses in a domino sequence, it is a raging yet fleeting loss that seems to be compensated by the positive attempts to return to normality. What is more complicated however, is the capacity of human relationships to be sustained as one by one smell, taste, hearing, sight, and ultimately, touch will vanish. The question remains what will define us as humans to one another, or will we even know or care about such matters when the moment is upon us.
Although the film is only ninety two minutes, it seems longer as the world loss engulfs the main characters of Michael (Ewan McGregor) and Susan (Eva Green), two self-described flawed personalities. Their struggle to remain connected as all around them crumbles is heroic as loss seems to overwhelm in virulent ruthlessness. Like the human stump in Dalton Trumbo's "Johnny Got His Gun," the ability for communication and desire to survive can only be interpreted through the awareness and senses of another. However, in Perfect Sense, the declining numbers of humans who can be witness and receptive for others diminishes daily, so that in the end, the last sense to be lost is so obvious the realization becomes overpowering and devastating. End film just in time.
McGregor and Green are beautiful together as their ying and yang is a struggle to overcome everything thrown at them. McGregor's real life uncle Denis Lawson plays a small role as the supportive owner of the restaurant across from Susan's apartment, and Trainspotting buddy, Ewan Bremner appears as well to support his friend in the kitchen. Other superior performances include Susan's sister (Saffron Burrows) and colleague, Samuel (Stephen Dillane) round out the cast in small supporting roles that combine in a welcome adult theme film. A beautiful and poetic film which is filled with a sense of overall doom, Perfect Sense is another of the British somber themes that have been put forth in the last few years. It looks and sounds wonderful, at the same time, leaves the audience with something to ponder.
The Bishop's Wife (1947)
No Xmas Without The Wife
I want Cary Grant for my angel, dear lord! And, could you also send with him several million dollars so I can build my big project, or so it seems this is the prayer of Bishop David Niven. The Bishop's Wife is a late 40s feel good film which reinforces the American notion of protestant Xmas with all the values of middle class Anglo society post WWII. It is a wonderful life for those living in large, craftsman bungalow houses with two house staff and secretaries and assistants. Yes, it's wonderful except Henry can't sway the money people in his community to cough up the millions, his marriage to his beautiful wife, Julia (Loretta Young) is falling apart since his promotion to the big time, and his daughter, Debbie is asleep by the time he gets home from fund raising meetings. Then an angel comes to answer his prayer -- and what an angel is Dudley (Cary Grant).
Dignified even on ice skates, polite, and the ultimate do-gooder, Dudley can do everything the Bishop wants if only to be near his wife, the beautiful and unhappy Julia. Dudley will help Henry, but are his motivations more driven by earthly desire that seem anything but heavenly? Dudley is the answer to the Bishop's prayers, but maybe his prayers need clarification for his own good. The dilemma of Dudley and Julia and Henry is a comedic trio never so crass as a menage, but it comes as close as one could in the 40s and it is delightful.
The Bishop's Wife is seasonal and filled with cheer, good will to all men, and decked halls. It is never so preachy as to be irritating, and the character actors who support the big name stars give wonderful performances, including the Saint Bernard dog. One of the charming films of the period, it is family friendly and for those who can't resist Cary Grant at his most beautiful, his performance has a subtle witty delivery that is right out of his earlier work with Irene Dunn. This is a film which holds its own to others of the genre but frankly, I'll take Grant for my angel baby any day.
Never Let Me Go (2010)
Disquieting and Unresolved
A film that is at its heart so sad and bleak, Never Let Me Go provides a haunting reality that remains with one after the credits roll. Tommy (Andrew Garfield), Kathy, and Ruth grew up together in a school which raised humans for transplantation of vital organs when they entered young adulthood. Set in the ahistorical now, the trio grows up and apart, all the while engaged within a non-eventful world of existing to donate and "complete." Kathy (Carrie Mulligan) joins the ranks of the "carers," the responsible adult who awaits the return of the donor from surgical extraction of some body part, and tries to ease their transition to their inevitable end. After ten years, she again is reunited with Ruth (Kiera Knightly), who has not demonstrated the kind of heartiness the system would like in donors, and is likely to succumb with her next extraction. Together, Ruth and Kathy find Tommy who still remains the love interest of Kathy, and who Ruth had intentionally tried to separate as a precocious teen. Now, in her waning time, she apologizes to the couple for stepping into their true love relations many years past. Reconncilled and resolute to her finality, Ruth's death on the operating table is both gruesome and devoid of any heroic measures. She flatlines and is disposed.
Never Let Me Go is unsettling in its quiet storyline that is both horrific and accepting of science and a society that regulated organ transplantation. Growing beings as future resources for medical reasons is an ethical dilemma which modern society addresses with moralizing religious rhetoric, but in this film, that emotionalism is thankfully absented. The only question that is asked is whether the Hallsham students possessed a "soul" that could be detected in the children's art. Yet this point is never fully explained until well into the film which adds to the richness of the storyline. To eliminate disease in society through the use of body parts becomes more than an ethical issue today, it is a moral quandary which Never Let Me Go puts forth with disquieting non-resolution. One quandary not discussed remains that of organ transplants for children. Were the youngest members of civilized society as depicted also served by farm-raised youngsters, or were only adults the recipients? Who were the carers for baby donors until their completion?
A film that draws mature performances from the youthful cast, Mulligan and Knightly are excellent casting choices and put aside the physical beauty they are noted for to bringing a credibility and pathos to their performances. Andrew Garfield as Tommy is the sole male between the two women who he has loved since childhood. His is a role that is both restrained all the while sublimating the rage of his existence. This is a film that stands alone without necessitating a read of the novel, a format that is not necessary for appreciation of the work by a subtle director and aided by another beautiful musical score by Rachael Portman. Adult, small, and evocative, Never Let Me Go wraps itself around your conscience and draws its themes before the public with successful irritation.
London Boulevard (2010)
Brit Crime, Brit Love, Eh, Mate?
Colin Farrell has developed into a seriously credible actor after his stint in rehab and Hollywood pretty boy roles. In London Boulevard, his subtlety as Mitchel, an ex-con trying to not be sucked back in the his old life, is a role that brings Farrell one of the best performances of his career. As in Triage, Farrell is a reluctant hero and victim of circumstances created by others. Mitch is summoned by the head gangster, Ghant (Ray Winstone) to carry out money collection and various acts of vicious payback crimes. Refusing, he opts of be driver/aide of Charlotte (Kiera Knightly), a fragile, married, and paparazzi hunted actress whose film career is notable for sexual acts and which she has no interest to pursue. Assulted while in Italy, she is desperate for privacy, but stalking cameras and rude press make her housebound, depressed, and fearful. Her friend, Jordan (David Thewlis), a loyal, druggie failed actor and guardian recognizes Charlotte's security rests with Mitch, but he recognizes Mitch's other dilemmas: Briony, a dizzy alcoholic sister (Anna Friel) who won't stay sober, and the dead body of his former mate, Billy, who was left on doorstep.
Several story lines weave around the situation of Mitch which can confuse some, but the central theme of a perceived bad man trying to go straight persists clearly. The billboard face of Charlotte appears as a thematic goal for Mitch in Piccadilly, on buses, and Hollywood, in stunning b/w portraits by London bad-boy photographer, David Bailey, another icon-maker of the swinging London's 60s era of the Kray's. Like the ruthless Kray's, Winstone's character's homosexuality is known but never flaunted among the gang, although it becomes another thread in the doomed story of Mitchell.
A film that is small yet filled with exceptional performances by many of the outstanding character actors of Britain, London Boulevard is not for every taste. It's vile, dark, and bloody. The characters are cruel, the setting contemporary. Makes one think about what's going on in the city besides Wills, Kate, and Harry. Excellent action for the no car chase set, it is a throwback to Greek tragedy with 60s soundtrack.
I Am Number Four (2011)
So Bad in So Many, Many Ways
If teens gone sci-fi is yer cup of tea, this is the film fer ye. It is one of the worst this reviewer has seen in years. Not Dr. Who, nor Star Wars, this teens gone alien is meant to follow the fangs of the silly Twilight series with an action-alien shoot 'em up for boys genre.
With the exception of Timothy Olyphant as Henri, the acting is monosyllabic, bully quarterback, high school dork, scenario. Henri is meant to guard #4, and manages to keep him alive through the hormone high school years, but, alas, #4 thinks he's too informed about his alien situation to listen. Dumb teen agers live up to their stereotype of dumb in every sense of the word. Even the beagle is smarter than Four.
Too predictable, too obvious, too unimaginative to really rate any attention. And, the ambiguous ending tries to drum up interest in a sequel. No, shoot it and put it out of its misery. One just plain bad film for the summer. Avoid.