Sitting in a press screening for Thor: The Dark World (after waiting on a long line, which is all but unheard of for press screenings), it’s easy to remember what being a fanboy is like. We have to give credit where credit is due: for all the bank-breaking, louder-than-thunder effect and circumstance of these superhero ‘event’ films, Marvel has succeeded, more often than it has failed, in providing good old escapist fun by way of that standard fanboy text: the comic book.
Sure, a film about an intergalactic Viking warrior-god is one of the tougher sells to come out of the still relatively nascent movie powerhouse Marvel Studios, now that effects can all but match the whimsy of comic book creators. But thanks to director Kenneth Branagh, the first Thor never took itself too seriously and managed to dazzle both visually and performance-wise. A sequel to a film about an intergalactic Viking, of course, is an even tougher sell, and although the storyline is grade-A filler (more like a nice bland grade-B), the actors are game for some fun (yay Kat Dennings!) and, in true fanboy form, the flying scenes are just so cool it’s hard to say no to enjoying this film.
After an extremely exposition-heavy opening involving ancient evil and a maiden in peril (those clunky comic book plots don’t just explain themselves), the action truly gets underway, but nothing really sticks until Tom Hiddleston’s tortured and mischievous Loki, the quintessential Misunderstood Son, resurfaces. Like in the original film, the fraternal rivalry between Chris Hemsworth’s Thor (who is increasingly like a chiseled show pony with lots of cooler stuff happening around him) and Loki is more than compelling, the only thing keeping the very long-feeling second act afloat here.
But the sheer technics of this film succeed in picking up the slack, where in most other genre films they are not nearly enough to make up for gaping holes in character or plot. Here, character and plot are fairly thin, but they are there. As the resident maiden-in-peril Jane Foster (Natalie Portman, who surprisingly signed on for a much meatier role in this second go-round) discovers strange anomalies in the physical world, we go along for the ride as she and her team discover—and play with—gravitational inversions and mini-wormholes. Later, there are those remarkable bad-guy flying machines, which manage to reinvent the aerial battle scene yet again, and added on top of that are some amazing anti-matter bombs that literally suck victims right out of existence. Fanboys rejoice!
It’s hard to believe, but we are already coming to the end of ‘Phase 2’ of the Marvel Cinematic Universe—the honchos over there were smart, mapping out their strategy for blockbuster domination—and without revealing too much, the wackiness of Phase 3 awaits us next year with Guardians of the Galaxy.
In the increasingly rabid race to turn the next popular YA book series into a Harry Potter-size hit film franchise, there have been some surprises (The Hunger Games) as well as more than a few casualties (the latest of which was this summer’s already forgotten Mortal Instruments).
Enter Lionsgate Films’ contender Ender’s Game, in which Orson Scott Card’s award-winning YA sci-fi work is brought to life with a gaggle of fresh faces, as well as some old familiars. Harrison Ford headlines as the domineering Colonel Graff, who is as active as can be expected as a military commander not currently at war: many of his scenes tend to blur into one another as he gets lost in increasingly complex analyses of Ender with his military cohort Gwen Anderson (the benign Viola Davis).
In truth, the most surprising thing about Ender’s Game is, as a film about the prospect of intergalactic warfare, just how slow and cerebral it can be. Ultimately, it’s too slow, depending far too much on weak characterizations: practically every character whom Ender encounters has it in for him, bad, but with no real explanation. Why all this youthful militancy? The only one who is different, dutifully so, is Hailee Steinfeld, a tall young athletic fighter who warms to Ender as inexplicably as everyone else shuns him.
Coupled with this is the phantom menace of the alien race which attacked Earth years before the events of the film; we see this in news footage and snippets, but never really get a sense of the actual threat posed by these beings. Yes, the presence (or not) of the threat plays a part in the film’s plot, but in order for that plot to move and keep us along for the ride, something needs to be at stake. There were many moments during Ender’s Game when that something was far from clear.
What makes the film watchable, in the end, is Ender himself, played by Asa Butterfield (of Hugo and The Boy in the Striped Pajamas). Inexplicably captivating, this otherwise shrimpy young thing has a certain swag and an intelligent, quiet intensity that make him compulsively watchable. It’s a shame that so much of the film remains marooned in the ‘game’ of military training (amounting to space-age Quidditch), and only at the film’s end does Ender truly strike out on his own to find himself.
What the Carrie remake teaches us: More kids should be reading Stephen King
In spite of his place as one of the bestselling authors of all time, Stephen King is often overlooked for the quality of his stories, for their sometimes far-reaching social ramifications. Carrie is the first, and perhaps most pristine, example of this. But with the release of yet another iteration of his pivotal first published novel, this a full-fledged Hollywood remake of Brian De Palma’s artfully horrific 1976 treat, the tide may finally be turning.
The story of Carrie is simple enough— a meek and unpopular high schooler, here played by YA sensation Chloe Grace Moretz, is routinely tormented by the Mean Girls and ignored by the Hot Boys, but she has nowhere to turn: her unhinged and fanatical mother (a lackluster Julianne Moore) is abusive in a different, but even more harmful way at home. Soon, the girl discovers she has a power, a fiercely strong telekinetic force, which she tries to keep under wraps. But when the social situation at school goes from bad to way worse, thanks to a particularly vindictive queen bee (standout Portia Doubleday), the elements are set in place for a prom that no one will soon forget (to say the least).It’s none too surprising to see this remake now, what with the appearance of school bullying as a ‘trending topic’ in recent years. And the filmmakers dutifully upgrade the bullies’ treachery to include Facebook and Youtube, trying to be as relevant as possible. If only the film as a whole could have been as relevant as the topics it brings to light.While it’s commendable that director Kimberly Peirce (of Boys Don’t Cry renown) and screenwriter Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa (of Glee) returned to the source material and looked askance of De Palma’s film, the new Carrie fails to step out from the shadow of its predecessor. The main reason for this: the new movie is too clean. While Sissy Spacek brought an awkward, waif-like energy to this antihero in the original film, acting so strange that it’s almost understandable why she would be so ostracized, Moretz plays Carrie straight as an arrow, as just a scared little lamb from the start, a victim who hasn’t truly earned her victimhood.
As for her mother Margaret, the new film does give Julianne Moore a few extra scenes to flesh out the character, but when considering Ms. Moore’s kooky turns in films like Magnolia and Safe, the end result here is rather humdrum: far from Piper Laurie’s gloriously off-kilter (and Oscar-nominated) portrayal of Carrie’s mother in the first film. The casting here was perfect, but the direction seems to have been misguided.
Nonetheless, it must be said that while this remake feels mostly unnecessary, any homage to Stephen King’s timeless story is a welcome one. With bullying still a major problem (perhaps some form of it will always exist), Carrie as an allegory to how children and teens treat each other in the real world was not lost on the director. Ms. Peirce is even ready to draw some surprising parallels between Carrie’s story and that of Brandon Teena, the murdered FTM trans person portrayed by Hilary Swank in Peirce’s groundbreaking debut Boys Don’t Cry. For Peirce, both stories feature “an essential protagonist with a hugely strong need. Carrie and Brandon both have similar needs, [they are] yearning to be accepted. Both live in small towns, tightly configured communities.”
While Brandon’s story is a true one and Carrie is of course fictitious, the parallels are there. Part cautionary tale, part revenge fantasy, Carrie takes the story of the victim to another level and shows bullies for what they are. It’s just another testament to King’s original book, how it can teach a lesson to practically any generation. Perhaps, if the novel had a rightful place as part of the American high school reading syllabus, some bullies would think twice before behaving the way they do.
Short Term 12
While her United States of Tara co-star Michael J. Willet is enjoying his status as everybody’s fave G.B.F., Brie Larson (Kate on Tara, and Cassidy in the simultaneously released Spectacular Now) brings us the troubled and many-layered lead character Grace in the new Short Term 12, a sensitively directed examination of life on the inside of a foster care facility and those who run it.
There is a right way and a wrong way to do a coming-of-age story, and the correct approach is one where the ‘coming of age’ part is barely felt – like in life, it just sort of happens. That is the case here, with several different ‘troubled’ teens who receive full, well-rounded treatment from writer-director Destin Cretton. None of these kids are defined only by that which troubles them: the resident ‘thug’ Marcus (the excellent Keith Stanfield) is so much more than he seems, as is Sammy (Alex Calloway), who doesn’t talk much and likes to pretend. These characters and others get to come to terms with their identities on all levels, showing sensitive, destructive, hopeless and hopeful sides, sometimes all at once.
The dark heart of the film, however, belongs to Larson and new arrival Jayden (the gifted Kaitlyn Dever, also appearing in The Spectacular Now), whose backstory spurs uncomfortable parallels to Grace’s own story of abuse. While Grace’s consequent withdrawal from the world might feel stark and overdone (when confronted with Jayden’s propensity to lash out, Grace all but stops interacting with others, including her boyfriend), it also is very, very real. With consistent performances and a patient, deliberate filming style, Short Term 12 is a worthy addition to a select group of films and other content about foster children, which includes White Oleander and ABC Family’s The Fosters.
Spectacularly Small & Simple
Sometimes, even those large ‘life events’ that are so often trumped up in film and television come and go with barely a flourish. Unsurprisingly, real life is often less stupendous than how it is portrayed in the stories we have come to love: prom, graduation, a first job, striking out on your own…all these moments are treated, refreshingly, with a subtle and healthy dose of reality in The Spectacular Now, which (naturally) focuses on the ‘now’ of it all as opposed to the hype and anticipation.
Before the press screening, (500) Days of Summer screenwriters Scott Neustadter and Michael H. Weber, who adapted this work from author Tim Sharp’s acclaimed novel, appeared to ask us to tweet positive reviews of the film. They mentioned that they had set out to make a film like those of the 80s, suggesting aspirations of creating a John Hughes-like world populated by impressionable and sensitive teenagers bursting on the verge of adulthood. In that pursuit, they failed, but this is not necessarily a bad thing: the smallness of the film speaks to its realistic sensibility and tempered, subtle approach.
Which is not to say these teens aren’t sensitive or impressionable: the two leads, brilliantly played by Miles Teller and Shailene Woodley, more than carry the film, with pangs of vulnerability that literally bleed off the screen. Teller, having previously appeared in John Cameron Mitchell’s Rabbit Hole and the Footloose remake, channels a bit of Seth Rogen here, as the school jokester who is equal parts smooth and goofy. With a slurpie cup or flask of alcohol always in hand, we wonder how he got like this, and the one minor detraction of the film is the very, very slow build in answering that question (there is a palpable feeling of waiting for something—anything—to happen somewhere in the middle there). When the answer does come, in the form of a storyline involving his absentee father, another question is raised: Why now? And other than his watershed relationship with Shailene’s character, that question goes largely unanswered. ‘Because I met a girl’ is just too easy.
As for Woodley, her natural quality is more than winning here: channeling an energy that’s just a touch more complicated than simple ingénue innocence, Shailene continues her streak of good work started in The Descendants. And she has nowhere to go but up, with a bevy of amazing projects coming up. Side note: keep an eye out for these two, Woodley and Teller to be exact, as they are both set to appear in the very hyped film adaptation of Divergent. …We can’t wait either.
Why Man of Steel Didn’t Work
In today’s ever-changing marketplace, the way to decipher a film’s success—or failure—has become increasingly elusive. Sure, there’s Rotten Tomatoes, which helpfully collects the criticism thrown at each film to give us a composite score representing its general reception. But that’s just the critics—and this critic knows, reviews do not a film make (or break, for that matter).
There’s also, of course, the box office to consider: with the advent of multiple new platforms upon which to view films, from your iPad to any number of new VOD formats and services, even the films which ‘bomb’ have the potential to meet the necessary monetary quotas that make the studio bigwigs happy. (This is the reason we see sequels to films we thought…and hoped…we’d never hear from again.)
Still, it should come as somewhat of a shock to know that Man of Steel, Warner Brothers’ big opening summer bid for box office dominance, has shown sure signs of faltering on both the box office and critical fronts. After an understandably strong showing its first weekend—the film made $116 million in the US alone—it already fell to the number 3 spot immediately afterward, behind Disney Pixar’s Monsters University and Paramount’s World War Z. So the question is, what gives? Where are all those young boys—and young girls, for that matter—who were expected to come out in droves to watch the reboot of one of the most American, wholesome superheroes out there, Superman??
Well, word of mouth surely had something to do with it, since it became pretty clear from early on that this film lacks flying power. Man of Steel has scored a paltry %56 on Rotten Tomatoes, with tepid-to-mixed reviews at best.
So what were Superman’s main hurdles here? For one, the gritty real urban feeling may have worked well for Christopher Nolan’s Dark Knight franchise (it is this reviewer’s humble opinion that it didn’t work there either), but for Superman, producer Nolan’s characteristically heavy touch might very well have acted as kryptonite for Man of Steel. Laughs, which arguably should have a place in a comic book film, were non-existent here; the first undeniable funny moment showing any depth of character whatsoever happens about 15 minutes before the end of the film. And a dark, dark film it is, with intense 9-11 overtones throughout, especially in the second half.
Another misstep: as lovable as Amy Adams is, the darling actress is the victim of Worst Casting Ever as Lois Lane. The role simply doesn’t fit her; she plays Lane as a take no prisoners gumshoe, but one just a bit too old to be that hungry. And the chemistry with Cavill (who does a good enough job, for his part) is all but nonexistent.
But guess what—Superman isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Enough unsuspecting, curious moviegoers went to see Man of Steel to justify a sequel (with Ben Affleck as Bruce Wayne, as we now know!) as well as a Justice League film, a mega-mashup in the style of The Avengers.
THIS IS THE END was smarter, trippier, and scarier than CABIN IN THE WOODS. That is all. Thank you Seth Rogen!
Tony Stark returns, again, to continue the attack of the Marvel superheroes.
We’re sure he’s in there somewhere: Robert Downey Jr. in Iron Man 3
Iron Man 3
Time Investment: 130 mins.
Return on Investment: 65 mins.
Unsurprisingly, Marvel isn’t even close to being done with us just yet. The Disney-owned comic behemoth, more than hitting its own stride as an ‘independent’ film production company, recently released its ‘Marvel Cinematic Universe Phase 1—Avengers Assembled’ box set of titles, and the cavalcade of sequels now continues with Iron Man 3, the first installment of Phase 2.
Very much a sequel through and through, this third foray for Iron Man and company puts the plot in the backseat (surprise!), preferring instead to give free reign to impressive (and impressively loud) effects: the mightiest of which is Robert Downey Jr.’s now trademark cocky banter. However, Downey as Tony Stark is giving just a little too much snark for his own good here, with a script that has him actively mocking a young farm boy who gets caught up in the superhero’s good deeds. Presumably, this boy is a stand in for the ‘classic’ comic book fan—the demographic that initially gave these stories life—and maybe the writers are dismissing him in an attempt to say that comics have grown and evolved to boast a much wider appeal. But perhaps Iron Man and his writers should be just a touch kinder—it’s important not to forget where you came from.
On a happier note, IM3 gives the most screen time to Gwyneth Paltrow (as Pepper Potts) yet, an actress who should be working a lot more than she is. She even gets to do a little fighting and flying of her own, which leaves us to wonder what she could do with her own superhero script.
But the best part of Iron Man 3, by far, is the extended cameo by Sir Ben Kingsley, who reportedly agreed to be a part of this without having even read the script. Luckily he finds a way to milk it to the max, as a Bin Laden-inspired mystery villain who isn’t at all what he seems.
Did we break up, and you just didn’t tell me? I’m so used to finding you toward the end of class, leaning back into you to observe and let go, open up and just FEEL, sometimes I even think we could hang out for hours (if not minutes).
But recently, you’ve been elusive. You’ve been tough to get a hold of. Today, for the first time, you didn’t even stick around until ‘Change’! What gives? Sure, yes, I know I’ve been spending a little more time with Rabbit, who’s always hanging around on your coattails. I used to think he was annoying and really difficult to hang out with, but recently things have been clicking with him just a little bit more. I’ve even been getting compliments from people who see me with him, but listen: NONE of this changes how I feel about you! I do hope you come back to me.
Maybe you’re taking a break from me to let me know that, for once, I don’t NEED to be so ‘open’ all the time. I’ve been so open to everything, to SO MUCH change over the last few months, maybe I should take your slight disdain to mean that for the time being, I need to work on closing in on myself, getting cozy with Rabbit, to figure things out and organize internally. Or maybe it was just the slightly too-heavy salad I ate at lunch today.
In any case, that’s what’s so great about this yoga – IT stays the same so you can see how YOU change.
…But I’ll say it again: I do hope you come back to me, you beautiful and sexy Camel.
Much love always,
(An Open Letter to Ustrasana – Camel Pose)
Stephenie Meyer goes from vamps to aliens with The Host, her grand follow-up to the mega franchise Twilight. Author of the bestselling novel and producer of the film, Meyer has created a rather soft-boiled sci-fi world in which teens fall in and out of love against an epic backdrop akin, sort of, to Invasion of the Body Snatchers.
Heroine Melanie Stryder (interesting name choice, Stephenie Meyer?), played with muted affection by Saoirse Ronan, finds herself cornered at the very beginning of the film by a band of weird-eyed, alien-infested humans, and soon becomes victim of the worldwide infestation herself. A glowy light creature (not unlike those from the 80s friendly alien film Cocoon) sneakily enters her body, and soon Saoirse is sporting the same halo-eyed look as everyone else. But our heroine is ‘special’, since she fights the invading alien presence inside of her with all her might. What we are left with is a protagonist with conflicting personalities inhabiting the same head, which may have worked very well in the pages of Meyer’s book; on screen, it’s far less successful, making awkward use of voice over and the actress speaking quietly to herself in dark corners. Only toward the end does it finally become less jarring.
The biggest and most original selling point of The Host is the idea that much like human beings, an alien race can be capable of both kindness as well as wickedness. Benevolent aliens are rarely given equal screen time as their diabolical counterparts, and for the most part this is handled well in the film, as The Wanderer, Melanie’s alien occupier, begins to understand how the invasion is effecting her and those she loves. Unfortunately, the inherent evil of a body-snatching alien
race gets lost in the shuffle, and with it any measure of suspense in the film’s second half. Diane Kruger drearily plays the stand-in for a villain, an alien ‘Seeker’ who is hellbent on finding Melanie/The Wanderer. Just when the threat she poses should be growing, her far less aggressive fellow aliens state flatly that she is alone in her quest; they would much prefer to let the human resistance die out on its own (a much less enthralling prospect for us viewers).
Instead, we are supposed to be wrapped up in Melanie/The Wanderer’s humdrum love triangle inside the confines of the human’s stronghold in the desert. Enter the boys, dutifully played by Max Irons and Jake Abel, each vying for the affections of the entities within Melanie’s head. While this Edward/Jacob tug-of-war may have held viewers’ attention in Twilight, The Host really should not at all be packaged as a love story. The film’s considerable sci-fi elements are not given their proper due.