Thursday, November 1, 2007

REVIEW: GONE BABY GONE

GONE BABY GONE ***1/2

Ben Affleck's complicated yet assured directorial debut GONE BABY GONE was a major surprise. I never jumped on the anti-Ben Affleck bandwagon, quite the contrary. I've enjoyed his performances in numerous movies, having found him especially engaging in DAZED AND CONFUSED, CHANGING LANES, CHASING AMY, BOUNCE, and THE SUM OF ALL FEARS. I could care less who he's dating and what politicians he hangs out with. His laid-back, easy-going screen presence is relaxing to watch when the material is a good fit. However, he now has a new career ahead of him. Rather than churning out an empty action film or silly sex comedy as his first directorial effort, Affleck, along with co-writer Aaron Stockard, has skillfully adapted MYSTIC RIVER author Denis Lehane's crime-noir novel GONE BABY GONE, and Affleck has directed the film with a veteran's touch. It's an uncommonly mature film for a first timer, and minor quibbles aside, an extremely accomplished piece of filmmaking.

Working with a splendid cast of well-known actors as well as recruiting real-life people from the streets of Boston, Affleck shows an immediate ability during the opening moments of GONE BABY GONE of setting atmosphere and flavor. The story takes place in the working-class, low-income neighborhoods surrounding Boston, where drug abuse, crime, and poverty are common. Right away, as the camera prowls the streets, resting (sometimes too much) on the weathered and time-beaten faces of the townspeople, you get a sense of place and distinction that separates this crime tale from others set in bigger cities like New York or Chicago. Affleck, a Boston native, has an intrinsic knowledge of these neighborhoods and the people, resulting in a film that feels natural and believable, no matter how sordid the plot becomes.

Casey Affleck, Ben's younger brother, gives his second terrific performance of the year (he was utterly magnetic in THE ASSASSINATION OF JESSE JAMES BY THE COWARD ROBERT FORD) as private investigator Patrick Kenzie, a low key fellow who when push comes to shove, isn't afraid to get nasty. He lives and works with his girlfriend Angie, played by the pretty yet miscast Michelle Monaghan. They are approached for help by the aunt and uncle of a local four year old girl who has disappeared from her apartment. The girl’s mother, Helene, played with diseased intensity by Amy Ryan, is a semi-junkie who can barely take care of herself, let alone a child. The cops are on the case as well, led by police captain Jack Doyle (a sage as ever Morgan Freeman), and detective Remy Bressant (an always intense Ed Harris), though their loyalties remain a mystery. I'm hesitant to explain much more of the plot, except to say that Kenzie, working with the cops and on his own to find the missing girl, delves into the seedy world of white-trash, low-class street thugs, drug addicts, pedophiles, and general sociopaths in an effort to learn the truth and return the girl alive and unharmed. GONE BABY GONE gets a little murky in its late-in-the-game plotting but in the end, it all adds up rather soundly. But what I was not prepared for was Affleck's dogged determination as a filmmaker to steep himself, and the audience, in such dark, forbidding sequences of crime and societal disorder.

GONE BABY GONE is almost two movies in one, with multiple storylines all adding up to its sad but honest conclusion. The moral ambiguity that GONE BABY GONE revels in results in an interesting picture to watch. Some of the actions of the characters are questionable, but when you think about some of the darker and tougher choices that the characters have to make, you find yourself agreeing with how things are played out. "Murder is a sin," Kenzie quietly remarks to Bressant at a crucial moment in the film. "Depends on who you do it to," Bressant coolly retorts. It's a powerful, simple exchange of dialogue that comes on the heels of a scary, violent shoot out at the end of the second act, and it provides the audience with an extra layer of insight to an already complicated series of events. Affleck doesn't shy away from making the viewer emotionally complicit in some of Kenzie's violent actions, which can make some viewers uneasy. For me, it makes the film even richer, adding a dimension to its themes which elevates it over other entries in the genre.

Affleck trips up a bit in a few instances. One action scene is poorly shot and lit (which is a surprise given that the cameraman is the legendary John Toll, THE THIN RED LINE and BRAVEHEART), which makes it confusing for the audience. I know that the scene is supposed to be confusing for the characters, but the audience should never be left in the dark. Affleck likes the trashy Boston locals so much, that his constant cut-aways become a little indulgent; I get the fact that hard-asses and alcoholics are all over these particular city streets but at a certain point, it feels like you're being beaten over the head with this message. As I mentioned earlier, the plot of GONE BABY GONE begins to creak under its own weight towards the last act, but it never falls apart, and once all the pieces have been shown, everything makes sense. But these are minor issues; it's a testament to Affleck's strong filmmaking abilities that he gets so much right in his first feature as director that these problems seem almost slight.

Casey Affleck is positively riveting all throughout GONE BABY GONE. Ditching the purposefully mannered and rigid technique that he brought to his work in JESSE JAMES, the role of Kenzie seems like a role that Affleck was born to play. His non-threatening physical attributes clashes with his hot temper which is a nice balance. Holding a gun (and using it when necessary), Affleck looks and feels like a young private investigator. He may seem too young for the part upon first thought, but any doubt in your mind will be erased immediately upon meeting him in the film. Harris, who seems incapable of ever being bad or uninteresting on screen, tears up his scenes with a vicious ferocity that only a few actors seem to be able to channel. It's a brooding, menacing film that requires brooding, menacing characters, and Harris is right at home. Freeman, in a slightly different role than what he's been asked to do lately, is his usual believable self. But it's Amy Ryan who totally stuns as Helene, the disgusting, reprehensible mother of the missing child. Never seeming to truthfully care about her daughter's disappearance, Ryan creates a portrait of a mommy-monster that is chilling in its persuasiveness. And what a shock to see her as a perfectly delightful member of Steve Carell's family in the sunny and cheery DAN IN REAL LIFE; Ryan has range that few actresses even come close too.

GONE BABY GONE is a crime film for crime film lovers. Its story lives in and travels to some dark, upsetting places, its characters are all wounded, either emotionally or physically, and the overriding sense of grime and filth leaves you feeling a little skeevy by the end of it. But it's powerfully written and directed and acted, and it's the rare piece of entertainment that will leave you discussing its themes and story implications long after you've left the theater. I found myself thinking about this movie all week (I saw it last weekend) and it's gotten better as I've mulled it over. Ben Affleck has landed as an important filmmaker and has given noir fans a nasty slice of life with GONE BABY GONE.

THE JOKER ARRIVES THIS JULY 2008


Wednesday, October 31, 2007

REVIEW: RENDITION

RENDITION ***1/2


Gavin Hood's gripping sophomore outing RENDITION, coming on the heels of his excellent Oscar winning foreign language film TSOTSI, is a multi-story political thriller that feels alive and important. First time screenwriter Kelly Sane has crafted a dense narrative which crosses the globe numerous times and intertwines almost a dozen major characters in a tense, sometimes hectic fashion. Not as academic, or as strong overall, as Stephen Gaghan's recent film SYRIANA, RENDITION is a topical, hot-button thriller with an impressive cast and a nicely calibrated visual style that gathers a terrific head of steam late in the game and leaves you breathless (if momentarily confused) at the finale. Without any overdone politicizing or preaching to the masses, RENDITION takes a serious subject and effectively juggles the conventional demands of the genre while still creating an exciting and somewhat unpredictable story.

The term "extraordinary rendition" refers to an anti-terrorism policy put in place during the Clinton term (the film clearly states this fact) but practiced heavily during the Bush administration (the film doesn't reference Bush, so all of you "that's just liberal Hollywood at it again" people can rest comfortably). Rendition is the process of secretly abducting suspected terrorists, with or without concrete evidence (as long as there is at least a vague connection to terror), flying them out of the United States (because we don't torture people...ha-ha) to a neutral country where they are tortured for information by a different countries government. Pretty cool huh? Problem is, in some cases, the suspected terrorists turn out to have zero connection to actual terrorism, and are viciously tortured for no good reason. It's a complicated process, and not exactly the first idea that comes to mind when one might think of devising a big-budget piece of entertainment. The fact that RENDITION works as well as it does, purely on an entertainment level, is a testament to the strong storytelling abilities of Hood and Sane and the uniformly excellent ensemble cast.

RENDITION centers on a Saudi born American citizen named Anwar El-Ibrahimi, (Omar Metwally, last seen stealing scenes in MUNICH) who is renditioned by an overzealous US senator named Corrine Whitman (Meryl Streep in prime, chilly form) after a terrorist bomb goes off in a middle Eastern country, killing a CIA agent in the process. Ibrahimi, it seems, may have received some phone calls from a suspected terrorist; he of course denies any involvement and pleads his innocence. He's put into the hands of the seemingly sadistic yet ultimately level-headed Abasi Fawal (the excellent Yigal Naor), an interrogator who is used to eliciting information from his suspects through water boarding, electrical shocks, dehydration, etc. Watching over the brutal questioning is CIA operative Douglas Freeman (a quiet Jake Gyllenhaal), a fresh recruit who is more prone to pushing papers than working in the field.

Meanwhile, back in the US, Ibrahimi's very pregnant wife Isabella (Reese Witherspoon) struggles to understand the disappearance of her husband, and cannot grasp why nobody in the state department will give her any assistance in finding her husband. She asks her old college flame Alan Smith (the always natural Peter Sarsgaard), who is now a senator's aide, to see if he can help figure out what happened to her husband. However, Alan's boss, Senator Hawkins (played with relish by Alan Arkin), would rather stay out of the situation. And finally, Fawal's blinded-by-love daughter Fatima (the passionate Zineb Oukach) has entered into a dangerous relationship with a young jihadist-in-training that ties all of the storylines together. Sounds like a lot of plot huh? It is. But RENDITION works as an efficient thriller on the grounds that all of its seemingly disparate storylines blend into one cohesive whole, even with a major narrative twist served up in the film's final moments.

Gyllenhaal's character, maybe intentionally, feels a little underwritten, and his somber demeanor has a way of distancing the audience from his character. But again, that might have been the intention of the filmmakers; by not portraying Freeman as a gung-ho, idealistic spook, he's more of an everyman, and in a way, more accessible to the audience. Gyllenhall, who was better in this year's ZODIAC, still brings some nice touches to the part. Witherspoon spends most of the movie crying and yelling for the release of her husband; it's a one dimensional role that to be honest, doesn't require much more than what's given. Streep and Arkin nail their roles with ruthless glee; their cold, bureaucratic professionalism feels authentic. But the most interesting performances come from the foreigners. As Fawal, Naor cuts an indelible impression of a man consumed by his work and his feelings for his family. It's a layered performance that on the outset appears to be all surface rage and hostility, but as the onion is peeled back, a surprising level of delicacy envelops his performance. Similarly, as Fawal's daughter Fatima, Oukach creates a sympathetic character that the audience is able to latch onto; when the plot kicks into high gear, your stomach turns as the fate of it's characters becomes more evident.

Hood directs with a steady urgency to his images, aided by the excellent cinematographer Dion Beebe (MIAMI VICE, COLLATERAL, CHICAGO) and the fluid editing of Megan Gill (TSOTSI). What's on display is similar to that of a tapestry of sorts; a wide range of different people come together in the quest for truth and in the pursuit of doing the right thing. RENDITION might be, in the end, a little simplified around the hard edges, and yet almost too tricky for its own good. But its persuasive voice can't be denied, and the visceral impact of Hood’s action scenes bolsters the film's flat trajectory with some much needed pizzazz. It's a complicated, densely plotted thriller, ripped from the headlines, and the filmmakers should be applauded for tackling difficult subject matter like this in a time of genuine political unrest. The fact that the film has completely died at the United States box office reflects the lack of desire by the American public to confront real social issues during the course of entertainment. And that's a shame. While not a perfect film, RENDITION gets enough right and does it all with style and class; it's a pity that a brainy film like this can't find an audience.

REVIEW: THINGS WE LOST IN THE FIRE

THINGS WE LOST IN THE FIRE ****
I read screenwriter Allan Loeb's brilliant, penetrating script THINGS WE LOST IN THE FIRE about two years ago, and what struck me immediately, was the honesty and poignancy of his words. Now, having seen Danish director Susanne Bier's brilliant, penetrating film THINGS WE LOST IN THE FIRE, I can safely say (and I was worried), that she has deftly brought Loeb's fascinating characters to vivid life on the big screen without sacrificing anything that made the script such a satisfying read. I mention that I was worried because I connected deeply to the script, more than I ever would have thought. I fell in love with the characters and cared for them in a way that I normally don't when I read a script. And I wanted the movie-watching experience to at least match, if not exceed, the reading experience. I have not seen any of Bier's previous films; after looking her up at the imdb.com, I've noticed that she's been critically acclaimed (an Oscar nom for best foreign language film) and that at least one of her films is getting a Hollywood remake. I have now added all of her available movies to my Netflix queue.

THINGS WE LOST IN THE FIRE is a film that might sound terribly familiar in its simple story outline, but I can assure it, it's far from ordinary. Halle Berry, in her best performance since MONSTER'S BALL, gives a tender performance as Audrey Burke, a woman who has been deeply affected by the recent murder of her saint-like husband Steven, warmly played by David Duchovny. Audrey reaches out to Steven's best friend, Jerry Sunborne, played with astonishing grace and power by the masterful Benicio Del Toro, who is a recovering heroin addict and ex-lawyer. Steven and Jerry had been best friends since childhood, and Audrey never approved of Steven's friendship with Jerry, always feeling that Jerry would get Steven into some sort of trouble. But Audrey, the good-hearted woman that she is, feels compelled to track Jerry down so that he can attend the funeral, and as a result of his attendance, they quickly develop a new, complex, and ultimately uplifting friendship that helps both of them heal their numerous problems. Never the hint of sexuality between the two except for one, confusing emotional moment, Audrey and Jerry ground each other in a new, scary reality, both leaning on each other for support and guidance.

This may sound hokey and too chick-flicky but I can assure you it's not. Beyond Del Toro's riveting performance (which I'll delve into in a moment) and Berry's affecting work, it's the clarity of voice in every character and the artsy, up-close and personal directorial style of Bier that elevate the already excellent script to the realm of small masterpiece. This isn't a big movie or a multi-layered expose or cheap melodrama; these are real people living in a world of close approximation to our own, with believable emotional struggles, all played out in the most intimate of terms. Bier, working with the cinematographer Tom Stern (Clint Eastwood's recent cameraman of choice on FLAGS OF OUR FATHERS, LETTERS FROM IWO JIMA, and MYSTIC RIVER), opts for hand-held cameras and intense close-up's of her actor's eyes and faces, in an effort to gleam any and all natural human responses from the subject matter. At first it was a little distracting, if only because you normally don't see this type of cinematography in major Hollywood productions (this is Dreamworks release). But the style suits the substance, and Bier gets extra mileage out of any scene where her camera darts and weaves in an effort to ring any and all emotional impact from her performers faces.

Simply put, Del Toro gives the performance of the year, and one of the best performances of the decade. Yes, the decade. I am not over exaggerating here. Del Toro, already a tremendously accomplished actor who has given amazing performances in films such as TRAFFIC, FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS and 21 GRAMS, is uncompromising as Jerry. Never coming off as overly-actorish and abandoning the easy histrionics that a lesser actor might bring to a role like this, Del Toro embodies Jerry with a surprising level of warmth and humor that is relatively unorthodox for a character of this sort. When the script does call for Jerry to suffer the effects of heroin withdrawal, Del Toro doesn't overplay the moment; he doesn't need to. The audience, out of an already casual understanding of the effects of heroic addiction, knows the deal; Del Toro seals it in a raw, compelling manner that will make you sit straight up in your chair. One scene in particular, what I like to refer to as "the candy bar scene" (see the movie and you'll know what I'm talking about), is one of the best scenes in any movie of the year. There are so many small moments of perfection (glances, pauses, quick body movements) in his performance that it's tantamount to an acting clinic. If Del Toro is snubbed for his work in THINGS WE LOST IN THE FIRE, which may very well be the case as a result of the terrible box office the film as gathered, it would be a disservice to the acting process and a slap in the face of an actor working at the top of his game.

To her credit, Berry could have been completely overshadowed by Del Toro's Brando-esque bravura, but she isn't. Audrey has two young children to deal with as well, and the interaction between her and her kids is as inspiring as it is sad. One dinner table scene in which Audrey, her kids, Jerry, and some family friends discuss Steven and his likes and dislikes, is heartbreakingly real. And in her one big scene of emotional outburst, because the sorrow and pain hasn't been laid on too thick, Berry makes the audience crumble in their seats. Actors sometimes feel the need to oversell a dramatic or painful moment in movies like these, but here, Berry, Bier and Loeb smartly know that less is more. It's a quietly anguished piece of acting that deserves Oscar recognition as well.

THINGS WE LOST IN THE FIRE is a tough drama that is not an easy sell to most audiences. The film deals with scarily real scenarios (the sudden, tragic, and inexcusable loss of a loved one and the dreadful effects of drug addiction) but somehow finds a way to be uplifting in the end. And not in a tacky or artificial way, which is often how moves of this sort feel because you're constantly aware of the filmmaker's desire to pluck your heartstrings and force you to feel something that doesn't deserve to be felt. THINGS WE LOST IN THE FIRE is a challenging film for discerning audiences and one of the best movies of the year by far.

I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS

http://www.maniacworld.com/Phone-Salesman-Amazes-Crowd.html

This is three and half minutes of utter brilliance.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

AN AWESOME ARTICLE ABOUT THE MOST PRIVATE OF FILMMAKERS



Just read it.

TRAILER: WANTED


All I knew about the upcoming action flick WANTED was that it had a cool cast (James MacAvoy, Angelina Jolie, and Morgan Freeman), that it was based on a graphic novel I've never read, and that it was directed by a stylish Russian filmmaker named Timur Bekmambetov.

Now, having seen the trailer, I am stoked; WANTED looks like a completely kick-ass action film. I hope Bekmambetov gets away with an R rating. Jolie is extremely hot. Extremely.