A Most Violent Year (2014)

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Director JC Chandor’s follow up to 2013’s critically acclaimed Robert Redford one man show All is Lost is this 2014 crime drama A Most Violent Year which at its heart is the story of the American Dream played out in 1981, statistically one of New York City’s  most violent years on record.

Oscar Isaac stars as Abel Morales, a young businessman struggling to take his oil heating enterprise to the next level. His level headed, completely capable wife Anna, portrayed by the ever stunning Jessica Chastain is his partner in what he works hard not to call crime.  At the start of the film, they are on the brink of cementing their position in this sector of the industry but are threatened by a prying district attorney (played by David Oyelowo) tasked with cleaning up the heating oil business. They must also contend with alarming attacks and robberies on their heating oil trucks, which place their union drivers in danger.

Though they may fudge some accounting figures, Abel is adamant about running his business as honestly as possible. Isaac plays Abel as a man who carries every transgression he commits in order to get ahead as if it were an actual pressing burden on his shoulders. He is weighed down by what he feels is wrong, but it is clear that the true measure of success to him will be the day when he no longer has to cook the books. He wants to achieve the American Dream with dignity, and more importantly with the knowledge that he maintained his high level of personal integrity no matter what obstacles he faced.

Wealth is crucial to him, but not extravagant wealth. Abel just wants what he feels he has earned, and if he does the work better than his competitors, then he feels he should be justly compensated. It is clear he takes enormous pride in doing a job well, and he though he respects his competition, he is determined to trounce them by doing a better job fair and square whenever possible.

Chastain and Isaac are both alums of Julliard, and have been acquainted with one another for years. Their on screen chemistry is palpable, and they make an entirely believable married couple who seem to have grown accustomed to the routine and rhythms of each other. They move and act with the type of shorthand one sees everyday with real married couples, but so rarely sees in film when two strangers must try and imbue each scene with years worth of back-story. Chastain and Isaac pull it off effortlessly. They are a natural onscreen couple, and I hope to see them reunite in the future in another project.

This is not a crime caper with the gaudy exuberance of that other immigrant rags to riches tale, Brian de Palma’s Scarface, nor does it have the sprawling family dynamics of the Godfather series. It is more akin to Sidney Lumet’s excellent The Verdict, a meditatively paced film in which the real stinging drama was delivered in small character moments, not overblown set pieces.

However, A Most Violent Year does contain one very thrilling action sequence; a chase scene that takes the viewer down New York City streets, under bridges and into the cramped and graffiti ridden transit system. It was highly reminiscent of the magnificent chase scene from The French Connection, though Oscar Isaac brings a more mournful, soulful gravitas to the sequence in contrast to Gene Hackman’s fiery energy and vigor.

Do not be fooled by the title however; just as There Will be Blood somehow contains very little onscreen blood, the violence mentioned in this film’s title is mainly alluded to as statistical data, mostly in radio news bulletin snippets.  But there is still a constant undercurrent of danger and the threat of violence whether physical or emotional looms in nearly every scene.

The film may not be for those looking for a fast paced, loud and energizing thriller, but for anyone who has the patience to take in the stunning performances from Isaac and Chastain, and the careful, steady pace of the story, then this is sure to delight.

INTERSTELLAR(2014)

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** MAJOR Spoilers below**

This isn’t going to be a review of the film. I think Interstellar is an incredibly well made film with emotional heft and some remarkable performances.

I’ve read so many disparaging remarks and reviews about Christopher Nolan’s 2014 film Interstellar. Critics sniffed at it, damning it with faint praise and backhanded compliments, and glibly congratulating themselves for deeming it corny (oh, so very clever, get it stupid moviegoers? The movie features corn and is corny! How clever!) But I feel that though the film is optimistic about mankind and the ability of the human mind to overcome staggering odds, it isn’t corny, nor does it go “full blown Shyamalan”

Moviegoers who made the really negative comments and hate on the film seemed to focus their aspersions on the film’s ending, which featured Cooper’s much mocked , “Love, Tars, Love” comments during his time in Murph’s bookcase tesseract.

For a few months, I’ve  tried to learn more about  the heavy science concepts in the film. I read Kip Thorne’s exhaustive “The Science of Interstellar” book (which I recommend for anyone who wants to prove to their disbelieving friends that hey, this film was pretty well researched-it’s not just making things up as it goes along), and it definitely increased my respect for just how much thought went into the movie, and when liberties were taken.

Moviemaking is such a long, laborious process that it doesn’t benefit anyone to cut corners and just make crap up. Imagine getting up every day and knowing that you would have to deal with this one story and it could take up YEARS of your life. You would work pretty damn hard to make sure that it was mentally stimulating to work on, and would try to make the plot as airtight as possible, or at the very least, emotionally moving to watch at least once for the average moviegoer.

I have a lot of faith in Christopher Nolan as a storyteller. If he was just a hack (as many claim), he could easily have made his fortune polishing third and fourth rate screenplays after establishing his reputation with Memento(2001). Instead, he pursues deeply personal projects, and I can honestly say that Insomnia(2003) is the only project he was probably compelled to take on from a purely mercenary mindset(i.e. I must prove I can make a moderately budgeted film with name talent(Robin Williams, Al Pacino, Hillary Swank) if I am ever going to make larger scale films). He did a pretty great job with Insomnia which deals with the dead girl in a small town trope without feeling like a complete Twin Peaks rip-off, unlike so many others.

So when I read that Christopher Nolan came onto Interstellar after watching his brother Jonathan develop it for years with Kip Thorne and producer Lynda Obst, I am confident that he didn’t take this decision lightly. He spent a great deal of time working through the plot and adding to the story his brother had initially drafted. Christopher Nolan is primarily an auteur filmmaker, drawn to certain topics and themes time after time, and it is just through pure talent and good fortune that he is able to make such incredibly personal films on such a massive scale.

He spent over ten years working on the script for Inception(2010), and over two years working on Interstellar, but like with every artistic work, the creator brings a lifetime of experiences and connections to it, and it is easy to see Interstellar as his broadest exploration of the themes he’s been preoccupied with his entire career.

But Interstellar is also his most optimistic film. But optimism does not automatically mean that the film is overly sentimental, corny or hokey (as many reviews described). This is a film that features an Earth in decline, and frightening hints as to what damage has already occurred. It handles the darker aspects of humanity without creating any outright villains. The closest the film comes to a villainous character is Dr.Mann(Matt Damon), but he comes across as more pitiful than evil, and it’s hard ludicrous to say he was purely evil, he comes across as a pitiful, loathsome coward but not evil, just human. So maybe people view the optimism as corny, or think Nolan is getting soft or sentimental, but I’d say, look at the film again, and see if there isn’t a fair amount of pain to temper but not overwhelm that optimism.

But there are just a few major points that I noticed a lot of the negative feedback centered on, and that’s what I’d like to address here:

The Cooper/Mann fight was stupid!

No. Simply put, this wasn’t supposed to be the kickass action sequence designed to get you out of your seat. This was the nadir of the film: the lowest and bleakest moment for humanity. The fight wasn’t supposed to be some choreographed, discuss at the water-cooler fight scene. It was a clumsy, ridiculous scuffle on barren tundra on a desolate planet with impossibly high stakes. The minute the two men really start going at each other, there is a sudden cut to a wide shot where Cooper and Mann are tussling and they are just a speck in this forbidding landscape. Humans fall back on their animal instincts when things get tough, and it’s incredibly depressing to see that dramatic wide shot and see these two men of science just hitting each other like toddlers when the fate of mankind is at stake. So no, it wasn’t an awesome, elbow your friend in the ribs, did you see that moment? But it was a dramatic and purely visual encapsulation of Mann’s entire ethos: the survival instinct is so strong that it blocks out the high ideals we humans are so proud of, and when push literally comes to shove, we forget all our fancy morals and just fight to survive no matter what or where we are.

Love saves everything? Give me a break!

This seems to be the thing nearly everyone who had a problem with Interstellar fixates on. I strongly believe that many people mask their confusion about the tesseract/Murph’s bookshelf scenes with misplaced anger/derision at the complexities of the mechanics of the tesseract. I would highly suggest reading the chapter discussing the tesseract from the “Science of Interstellar” book by Kip Thorne(an executive producer and main science advisor on the film, whose work on gravity and black holes formed the ‘ hard science’ basis for the film). But I would also highly advise anyone whose interest was piqued or really enjoyed this portion of the film in particular to read Rebecca Stead’s Newberry winning novel “When You Reach Me” which itself was inspired by Madeline  L’Engle’s “A Wrinkle in Time”, the granddaddy of tesseract stories.

But to address the anger, scoffing and mocking of ‘love’ in this film: let me just say I don’t think love is some magical anathema that just spontaneously solved everything, case closed.

People have stated that they were yanked out of the movie the minute Cooper passed into the black hole. Now, no one knows what exists beyond the event horizon of a black hole. Neil deGrasse Tyson is fond of discussing “spaghettification”-the process by which the extreme gravity of a black hole will stretch you out to infinitely thin strands of single atoms as you fall feet first into a black hole. In effect, he theorizes that you could see your body being stretched into spaghetti strands as you were sucked into a black hole.

Maybe. But Interstellar isn’t a treatise on black holes or astrophysics. It’s a science fiction film that uses accepted theories as a basis for a totally fictional story. So, it’s probably very unlikely Cooper would survive his descent into the black hole, but  he does and that’s artistic license. Once he’s past the event horizon and falling towards the singularity, a bright white checkerboard  pattern appears, which he falls into.

This is the tesseract, created by the five dimensional beings (i.e. future humans) to help Cooper communicate with Murph. So, it wasn’t ‘love’ that made the tesseract. The only way love comes into play during this entire sequence is that it is Murph’s love for her father compels her to go back to her childhood room and reclaim the watch, the watch that is tied to her last experience and memory of her father.

So the movie does not hinge on love somehow miraculously getting information to Murph, that’s gravity’s responsibility. Love is responsible however for making a woman in her mid-thirties look back at her childhood possessions and save one as a memento.

Now is that unbelievable? How many of us keep concert ticket stubs, childhood doodles, yearbooks, charm bracelets, etc to remember times past? Would it be so unbelievable that Murph would one day want to go back and take that watch, the last thing that  her father, the man she loved so dearly it nearly broke her heart when he left her, and get it back just for safekeeping?

Why didn’t she take it earlier? She was given the watch when she was ten, and chucked it across the room as her father(from her point of view) abandoned her. If an object was tied to such a negative memory would you want to stare at it every day, or keep it at the bottom of a box? Murph didn’t throw it away, nor did Tom(it must be said in his favor-he must have known just how important that room and those moments she shared with her father must have been). She kept it, and the simple act of going back to get it, and really looking at are where love come into play on her side. The watch is ticking erratically from the very first moment she takes it out of the box, even before she has the realization that Cooper ‘was her ghost’, so it can be assumed that the watch was already tapping out the Morse code for many years prior.

For Cooper, love is not what creates the tesseract, but what allows the fifth dimensional beings to communicate with Murph. She in fact is they key to humanity’s survival, and Cooper is just a conduit to get information to her. The tesseract is made up of the infinite moments of Murph’s bedroom because the fifth dimensional beings believe Cooper is the best way to transmit information to Cooper. As Cooper says, “they have access to infinite time, but aren’t bound by it”. The fifth dimensional beings can’t find a specific moment in time, because to them, time loses all causality. They most likely can’t pinpoint a specific moment which will lead to a certain triggering event, since they are beyond linear time.

This whole concept of time, being outside of normal time perception is pretty heady stuff, and it’s kind of amazing to think that a movie this expensive and seemingly mainstream deals with some pretty weird stuff. I think that Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons covered this whole loopy time perception stuff so well with Watchmen, and the way Moore describes how Dr. Manhattan perceives time as happening all at once.  I like to think the fifth dimensional beings are like an entire race of even more powerful Dr.Manhattans (at least in their grasp of time, and the perception of time).

But the main point is that ‘they’ know that Cooper understands his daughter better than anyone else, and so ‘they’ create this tesseract to allow him a way to find a moment in time to transmit (via gravity) the quantum data that will ‘solve gravity’.

Again, Kip Thorne did a good job of explaining the extrusions that make up Murph’s rooms in the tesseract-he also call them world tubes, but I think that Christopher Nolan was not too concerned with 100% of the audience understanding the exact mechanics of the room/tesseract. The key was that a daughter’s love for her father would lead her back to this one object (the watch) which would in turn lead to their salvation.

I’ve wondered about these scenes; are they too out there for the mainstream audience? Yes, probably. But I admire Nolan’s ambition and sheer confidence to include such a trippy sequence in this movie. It is his homage to the stargate sequence in 2001: A Space Odyssey, but I wouldn’t say he dumbed it down for a modern audience. Interstellar and 2001 are just two inherently different films. Kubrick was fiercely independent, and I don’t think he gave a damn if 2001 turned even a moderate profit(he probably would have been satisfied if just broke even, and didn’t prevent him from getting his next project financed). Well, that was 1968, and Interstellar is a massive film (budged at over $160 million), a coproduction between two major studios (Paramount and Warner Brothers) and led to rights of major properties shifting between studios( WB handed Paramount the rights to South Park and Friday the 13th for the chance to get on the Interstellar distribution deal). Nolan is an artist, but he’s not reckless. He knows that there is a huge amount of money involved, so he can’t just make his $160 million film and aim it at 2001: A Space Odyssey diehards. He has to aim at the entire globe, so if it seemed like Cooper and TARS were over explaining things in the tesseract, they probably were. Because if you had the responsibility of writing a film that would need to earn hundreds of millions of dollars just to break even, you might be tempted to have things be as clear as possible. But in the end, these scenes work because Matthew McConaughey’s performance is moving; his despair at finding himself trapped in this unending labyrinth of regret(imagine  what  those  infinite moments of Murph crying look like to a father who pretty much abandoned his daughter) is evident. Conversely his joy at realizing that it was Murph that the one was meant to fix things all along is heartwarming.

So Cooper only loved his daughter? What the hell was Casey Affleck doing in this movie? Why don’t we even know the son’s name, but we hear MURPH like a million times?!

This really bothers me. I think it is incredibly clear the journey that Tom (younger version played by Timothee Chalamet; older Tom played by Casey Affleck) takes throughout the film.

The movie begins with Cooper awakening from a dream/memory of his aircraft crashing some years earlier. It is Murph who hears him and comes to check on him. Murph! Not Tom! Immediately, as an audience, we are keyed into the incredibly close relationship that Cooper has with his daughter. The next few scenes show Tom ribbing Murph, laughing at her belief in the ‘ghost’, making fun of her for getting in trouble at school and generally being an annoying big brother.

There isn’t a huge amount of screen time focusing on Cooper and Tom’s relationship, but it is still pretty clear how much Cooper loves his son. When they are driving to school and get the flat tire, Cooper tells Tom to fix the flat, but Tom asks how he’ll patch out on the road, to which Cooper tells him to figure it out and that “I’m not always going to be there for you”. Cooper treats his 15 son with respect and gives him the distance a teenager that age might want. Murph on the other hand is a ten year old girl, living with three men on a farm in the middle of acres and acres of corn on a dying planet. She would probably cling to her father. Obviously Tom was older than Murph when their mother died, so it’s not too difficult to see why Murph would rely more on her father for emotional support than her seemingly well adjusted teenage brother.

But this doesn’t mean that Cooper ignores his son. During the cornfield chase, he allows his son to drive the truck, and congratulates him for the skillful driving(and is probably grateful he didn’t drive them off a cliff).But if this still isn’t enough to prove that Cooper loves his son, then look at the conversation he has with the school principal about  Tom’s test results. He is visibly outraged that his son won’t get the chance to go to college and get a better education. If a man didn’t love his child, he would just take the results in stride, or even more likely not even attend the conference in the first place. But Cooper does love Tom, and later during the baseball game, he checks with his son about the decision to study farming and encourages Tom, and says he’ll be a great farmer.

Though it does seem that Cooper is more distressed at leaving his daughter behind (as the advertising highlighted), it’s only because Murph (in a magnificent performance by Mackenzie Foy) is the more vulnerable child. Cooper understands it will hurt his daughter infinitely more when he leaves. She will effectively be an orphan, as will Tom, but a 10 year old girl who is getting into fights at school over science textbooks, and who believes her bookshelf is communicating with her probably needs a strong, comforting presence in her life more than a teenage boy who can already drive a truck and seems ready and willing to take over the farm.

Cooper’s love for Tom is again emphasized during the heart wrenching scene where he watches the 23 years of messages after the debacle on Miller’s planet. He is obviously distraught that he missed so much of his son’s life. When Tom (now aged two decades, and played by Casey Affleck) says that he’s going to let him go, Cooper begs his son not to, to hold onto the faith that those messages will reach him, that he’s alive, that he still loves and desperately wants to return to his family.

But Tom does make that decision to stop believing in the existence of his father, and I think the key to the way Casey Affleck plays the older version of Tom lies in John Lithgow’s portrayal of Donald. Donald is Cooper’s dead wife’s father, and he seems a bitter man, hardened by the decline of the world. He is realistic whereas Cooper is a dreamer, and it seems clear that he wouldn’t disagree too much with those ‘new revised’ editions of the textbooks that Murph’s teacher mentions. Donald is pragmatic, and blunt and probably just a bit too grumpy to make the most loving and supportive parental guardian one could imagine. He is dismissive of Cooper spending the night staring at the patterns the dust makes on the floor after the dust storm. Once Cooper leaves, Donald becomes the primary caretaker of Murph and Cooper. It’s pretty clear that Dr.Brand(Michael Caine) notices ‘a spark’ in Murph and takes her under his wing ,and she probably got a warmer grandfather figure who appreciated her love of science and exploration from him, while Tom would seemingly agree with Donald’s harsher worldview, and would mature into a tougher, more world weary man than if his father had raised him.

Casey Affleck plays Tom as an short tempered, possibly abusive husband and father who keeps working the land year after year, brushing off the failing crops as part of life, and waiting for better luck next year. He rolls his eyes at Murph(now older, played by Jessica Chastain) when she expresses discomfort at going to her old room, and is extremely annoyed at her persistent belief that their father will somehow return or save them.

I think it is entirely purposeful that Cooper is not reunited with both his children at the end of the film. This is a movie filled with optimism and hope for the ability for man to overcome impossible odds. Tom lost hope in his father, while Murph did not. Her unyielding belief in her father’s love led her to find the watch which held the key to solving gravity. Her faith was rewarded, while Tom’s dismissal of his father, and in fact, the ideals his father held so dear turned him into a bitter, angry and disappointed husk of a man.  So it’s not that Cooper loved Murph more, it’s just that she didn’t lose faith in him. She waited her entire life for the chance to meet him again, while Tom lost faith in his mid thirties.

So he meets his daughter in the end? How stupid! How unrealistic! It’s such a stupid, corny ending!

No. A really stupid unrealistic ending to an otherwise pretty ok movie is the utterly idiotic reuniting of Tom Cruise, Dakota Fanning and her wimpy brother at the end of War of the Worlds(2005), from Steven Spielberg. So if you want to throw Nolan under the bus for earning an emotionally moving ending, then you have to call out Spielberg for that unearned piece of sentimental drivel.

The stupid, corny, ending to Interstellar is this: Cooper somehow travels back in time/ through a rip in the space time continuum and is reunited with a  thirty something Murph (played by Jessica Chastain). They then solve gravity, and enjoy the rest of their long lives together. Yuck.

Instead, the ending to Interstellar is incredibly bittersweet, and looked at from a certain angle, pretty damn depressing. Yes, Cooper gets rescued by scout ships and moved to Cooper Station. He wakes up and is surrounded by people born several generations after he left Earth. No one he knew or had contact with on Earth is alive besides Murph and Brand in the entire cosmos. Imagine that: waking up decades from now Rip Van Winkle style and knowing that every single person you’ll meet has lived an incredibly different existence from the one you knew. It would be pretty isolating and disconcerting.

Add to that, Cooper is led to his new home on Cooper Station, which is a replica of his old home. He looks around and you can see his discomfort. Wouldn’t it be pretty creepy to travel to a new place and find a museum of your home, with rooms roped off and talking heads on screens talking about how ‘life used to be’? Cooper has probably only physically been away from his home for only about 2 years(the trip from Earth to the wormhole near Saturn-spent in cryosleep), but it still must be incredibly uncomfortable to live in a building that is seen as  cultural landmark by an entire culture.

So, not only is Cooper incredibly alone, and living in a mausoleum of a home, but the only person who has any notion of what he has gone through is not even a human, it’s TARS. Also don’t forget, that to everybody on Cooper Station, it’s not immediately clear that Cooper was even is a vital part to their salvation. They (as Murph says) believe that “she did it on her own”. To most people on Cooper Station, and presumably the other orbiting stations, Cooper is just one of the Lazarus mission survivors. How would he even begin to discuss his time in the tesseract without sounding like he perhaps spent a bit too much time out in the void of space? People don’t even like accepting those scenes, and that’s from the perspective of us watching a SCIENCE FICITON FILM let alone hearing about it from a farmer/engineer from the distant past?

Now onto the incredibly bittersweet part of the ending, which would nullify any notion of the film being corny if just accepted for what it is. Murph is transported to Cooper Station (the doctor says she’s been in cyrosleep for two years), and it takes two weeks to get to Cooper Station. To parse that tidbit of information out, and analyze its implications: Murph is considered the savior of humanity, so it’s clear she would be the recipient of the best medical care this new community has to offer. Privileged people today already get the best care and medicine money can buy, so just imagine how Murph must have been cared for. So it’s not a huge stretch to believe she lived to an advanced age. Next, she’s been in cryosleep for two years: she must have had such an unwavering belief that she would somehow be reunited with her father that she extended her already long life past its natural ending point. Her patience and faith paid off-she does reconnect with Cooper but immediately tells him she is dying. One can surmise that she was somehow just holding on to life in the hopes of seeing her father again, and can now peacefully be removed from whatever life-support systems/care that kept her alive.

The scene where Cooper and Murph are reunited at her deathbed is incredibly moving. I don’t find it overblown or corny, or trite, because there is an enormous amount of pain in the scene. Yes, there is a joy at seeing a father reunited with his beloved daughter, but how long does their reunion really last? A few minutes?  A few hours? The way the scene is edited, it seems to only last for a few moments, just a few sentences really before Cooper leaves the room.  Even if somehow Cooper and Murph were able to chat for a few hours, it will still be incredibly short amount of time for them to be together.  Murph hasn’t seen her father for decades, while Cooper has missed out on an entire lifetime with his beloved daughter. A daughter who probably reminds him of his deceased wife(notice that Cooper wears his wedding ring the entire movie-a tribute to a wife who died years earlier), a daughter who must have suffered so much with feelings of despair, abandonment, hopelessness, betrayal, outrage.

He knows he can’t make up for her years of suffering, so Murph does an incredibly brave thing, and tells him to leave, and not watch her die. She says (in a stunning performance from Ellen Burstyn) “No parent should have to watch their child die”. She spares Cooper the misery of watching his daughter leave him, (their roles reversed). They part once again, but he is able to back out of the room, facing her the entire time(as opposed to his earlier leave taking, when he turned his back on her, abandoning her alone and weeping on that bed, surrounded by just her books). He now leaves the room, and sees her children and grandchildren enveloping her in warmth and love and safety. She has overcome the pain of his leaving her, and grown into a powerful, brave and empathic woman. He may still live with the regret of leaving his children on a dying Earth, but he knows that he made the right decision, since his whole voyage was essentially in service to getting Murph the information needed to ‘solve gravity’.

The soundtrack was overpowering!

Now this complaint really bothers me. I think the score by Hans Zimmer was breathtaking, and in the IMAX screening I attended, was mixed to perfection without drowning out any dialogue. I think the complaints about the sound mix are again people transposing confusion for nitpickiness. The scene that it seems like most people had trouble hearing/understanding was when Dr.Brand(Michael Caine) was on his deathbed. Yes, it may have been a bit trying to get every single word he said, but he was speaking with his last breath, and people, it’s Michael Caine who gives exactly no shits about who understands his accent and who doesn’t, I think he’s made that pretty clear over the past few decades.

And anyway, even if one didn’t catch every single syllable of what he said, Murph paraphrases the gist of the conversation a few minutes later when she sends the video message to Amelia Brand.

It was unrealistic! None of that could really happen!

This was a science fiction film. Yes, it used hard science and real facts and accepted and respected theories as a basis for the story, but at the end of the day Christopher Nolan and his collaborators were not pretending that this wasn’t a science fiction film. It’s also just a damn good story.

Le Samouraï (1967)

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Le Samouraï is probably one of the coolest films ever made- and I’m not using that word figuratively: the film is literally cool, with a chilly blue monochrome look, and the main character (who is the undeniably cool Alain Delon, at the peak of his stardom) wears a sleek raincoat the entire film.

I will admit, this film will not appeal to everyone, but if one allows the film to simply wash over them, they will probably really appreciate the artistry that is evident in every frame. The plot is basically secondary to the main point of the film-which is to create a  mood and as a showcase for French director Jean Pierre Melville’s magnificent sense of style.  Delon stars as Jef Costello , a lone hitman who is a consummate professional. He roams the streets of Paris, glidingly silently through the city, leaving no trace of his deeds. He wears white gloves that remain immaculate, with no trace of blood or gunpowder no matter the job he assigned to carry out by a mysterious boss.  Despite his skill and professionalism, Costello finds himself in the midst of an assignment gone awry, and he suspects that he is the victim of a set up, and is being framed.

Melville(nee Jean Pierre Grumbach) was a Frenchman who loved American culture and verve so much he changed his name to that most American of authors, Herman Melville during his time as part of the French Resistance in WWII.  His films blend American film noir with French new wave attitude to create a very original blend of styles and moods that seem ageless and effortlessly stylish.

Le Samouraï  s a really beautiful film. It is deliberately paced, but never dull. There are long stretches where it is almost completely  silent, but Delon’s Costello is a strong and captivating presence on screen that demands full attention, even as we watch him go about his daily routine, like feeding his caged bird, or adjusting his hat ever so slightly.

I am a huge fan of Melville’s work. He made gangster pictures for the art house crowd. His films are largely focused on strong, stoic, silent men who try to live by a strict set of moral codes, but find themselves constantly at odds with the world they’re in.  It’s not hard to see just what a major impact Le Samouraï  has had on filmmakers; its influences can be seen in countless films. Michael Mann’s work, especially his 2004 film collateral, which features Tom Cruise as a silver haired assassin practically doing an impression of Delon’s Jef Costello.

Despite its title, there isn’t really any Japanese culture in the film, besides the fact that Costello is dedicated to his morals, principles and mission in life, as the Samurai are legendary for. He is a lone wolf, and will follow the path he is on no matter where it takes him. I think this is a really stunning film, and a great way to get into foreign cinema if you’re unsure about reading subtitles, since so much of the film is dialogue free.

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Safety Last! (1923)

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Safety Last! is a 1923 silent film, directed by Fred Newmeyer and Sam Taylor, starring the incomparable Harold Lloyd. Modern day movie fans who watch Safety Last will quickly recognize the centerpiece action sequence of the film which was repeated (almost shot for shot) in 2011’s Hugo, Martin Scorsese’s love letter to cinema (in particular silent cinema) as both of those film’s main characters dangle by their fingertips from a massive clock high above the city streets.

Safety Last! is a classic of the silent film era and holds up even for the most tech savvy and jaded audiences today. Work by masters of physical humor and stunts, like Chaplain, Keaton and Lloyd showed just how powerful film on its own could be, even without color, sound effects or dialogue.

Safety Last! has a suitably zany screwball plot, befitting the wild antics Lloyd portrays onscreen. It begins with Lloyd  (playing a character named Harold Lloyd) leaving his small hometown, to make his fortune in the big city and earn enough money to come back and marry his sweetheart, Mildred. Despite his best attempts, he just can’t catch a break at work, working as a clerk at the De Vore Department store.

Harold continues to send his fiancée lavish gifts to hide his lack of success in the city.  Mildred is deceived by the gifts, and thinking Harold is doing just fine financially, decides to join him in the city. Harold, now desperate not to disappoint Mildred, decides to take drastic actions to earn money. He overhears his manager say he would give $1000 to anyone who could attract new customers to the department store, and is inspired. He had witnessed his friend Bill evade arrest by scaling the façade of a very tall building, and agrees to split the $1000 if Bill will climb the “12 story Bolton Building” (in real life, this building was the International Savings Building in Los Angeles), the , a feat sure to attract a large crowd.

The stunt is well publicized and a huge crowd gathers to witness the spectacle, and though Harold intended for Bill to make the dangerous climb, a silly series of events leads to Harold hanging precariously off the edge of the building.

The plot is preposterous in a pleasant, innocent sense but doesn’t seem like it’s disrespecting the intelligence of its audience, unlike so many modern comedies and action films. There isn’t really much logic to what goes on in the story, but it is just so enjoyable to watch Lloyd try and work his way out of each predicament that everything seems to unfold naturally. The ending sequence, with Lloyd hanging off the clock has become a part of pop culture, and was also referenced in Back to the Future. It is still a thrilling scene, made more so, by the fact that none of it is CGI. There really was a man hanging off the building; sometimes it is Lloyd, as we can clearly see, but in some shots, he is doubled by a stuntman. Regardless, there is a thrill factor to knowing that someone really decided to do these amazing stunts, and they survived, and made some of cinema history as they did it.

So much of silent film has already deteriorated or been destroyed (it’s been reported that 70% of American silent films are already completely lost), and it’s vital that masterpieces from Lloyd, Keaton and Chaplain are preserved to be enjoyed by future generations.

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**The Criterion Collection (available for streaming on HuluPlus, for a monthly subscription) released a really great transfer of the film, along with several others of Lloyd’s films. Several of Buster Keaton’s best films are also currently available on Netflix Streaming.

Scoop (2006)

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Scarlett Johansson and Hugh Jackman are both perhaps best known these days for their superhero alter egos, Black Widow and Wolverine, respectively. Though they are instantly recognizable as heroes in mega film franchises, back in 2006, they starred in a film that has mostly been lost in the shuffle, as their screen credits feature more appearances in blockbuster films.

But they did star in Woody Allen’s 2006 romantic comedy-mystery Scoop. Allen, continuing his unparalleled work ethic, had just wrapped his much lauded 2005 thriller, Match Point, and switched gears into a different and much lighter genre, but kept Match Point’s best asset, Scarlett Johansson.

She made quite a devastating impact in the 2005 film, and became a muse for Allen for the next several years, appearing in three films in four years (later appearing in 2008’s Vicky Cristina Barcelona). Here, she stars as Sondra Pransky, a shy but obviously beautiful journalism student vacationing in London, hoping for the one story that will be her breakout piece.

Scoop begins with a sequence in a ghostly afterlife, where a young murdered woman tells a dead reporter that she believes she was murdered by the handsome, wealthy aristocrat Peter Lyman. The dead woman tells the reporter Joe Stombell (Ian McShane) that Lyman is the Tarot Card serial killer, who has been preying on prostitutes, like a modern day Jack the Ripper but leaves a Tarot Card on the victim’s body, similar to the Joker’s identifying calling card.

Sondra is pulled into this murder mystery when she attends a performance by the aging and endearingly clumsy magician ‘The Great Splendini’, the stage name of one Sid Waterman (Woody Allen, appearing in one of his own films, a somewhat rare occurrence these days). She is called upon the stage, and during one of Splendini’s acts, meets the ghost of Strombel(McShane). Here is where the film truly embraces the wacky vision of death and the underworld that was introduced in the first scene of the film. If you thought that was just an odd one time gag, nope, McShane as a ghost will appear several times throughout the film, and the afterlife sequences are funny in a zany way that hearkens back to ‘the old, funny pictures’ Allen used to make pre-Annie Hall.

Sondra realizes this story could be a great opportunity for her journalism career, and ropes the reluctant Sid ‘Splendini’ into helping her investigate the case and pose as a wealthy heiress, Jade Spence to fit in with upper crust British society. Sondra soon meets Peter Lyman (Hugh Jackman), the suspected Tarot Card Killer, and finds herself falling for the attractive, athletic, wealthy and utterly charming man.

The murder mystery is not so mysterious, nor is it particularly challenging to figure out who the guilty party is, but there’s still a lot of fun in watching a very charming and suave Hugh Jackman flirt and enchant a very beguiling Scarlett Johansson. They have some great chemistry , so good in fact, that they reteamed the next year in Christopher Nolan’s excellent film, also featuring magicians, 2007’s The Prestige. Allen is entertaining as the bumbling and nebbish stage magician and the supernatural elements are kooky fun, without becoming too distracting.

Scoop is not a flawless film, and is honestly quite forgettable, especially when compared to some of the stone cold classics Allen has already created in his long and prolific career. But it is entertaining, light, breezy and fun if you can suspend disbelief. Fans of Jackman and Johansson would enjoy their performances here, and Woody Allen fans should count this as a perfectly adequate entry in his oeuvre. During his rough patch during the 1990s and early 2000s, it seemed for a time like Allen would never complete another fully satisfactory film, but in a career with 40 plus films, there were bound to be some duds. It is clear that Scoop is an enjoyable if not particularly meaty film, and by no means a failure.

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Speedy (1928)

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I am a big fan of silent cinema, and really hope that modern day audiences will rediscover just how magical silent film can be. Movies never needed sound or color to enchant viewers, and comedy especially works well in silent cinema, where the gags are front and center, with no distractions from the pure comedic talent at work.

Charlie Chaplain, Buster Keaton and Harold Lloyd were masters of silent cinema, and though I respect and admire Chaplain’s work, I find Keaton and Lloyd’s films to be more enjoyable. Speedy, directed by Ted Wilde, and released in 1928 showcases Lloyd’s remarkable talent for physical stunts and humor, and is just a delight to watch today.

Speedy is the story of Harold ‘Speedy’ Swift’s valiant efforts to try and save the last horse drawn carriage in New York City from being run out of business by the greedy and comically thuggish streetcar trolley operators and owners. ‘Speedy’’s winsome fiancée, Jane (Ann Christy)’s grandfather owns that solitary carriage, and ‘Speedy’ is determined that her father not lose his life’s work to the trolley lines.

A series of outlandish and elaborately staged set pieces make up the majority of the film, and amazingly clever and well executed sight gags keep up the film’s energetic pace. The film is appropriately blazingly fast paced, and the frame is always filled with movement and action. There isn’t a dull moment in the film, but it never becomes too chaotic; it is always clear how the story is proceeding and how each set piece keeps the story moving forward.

There are some really memorable sequences before the third act becomes an all out chase film. ‘Speedy’ takes Jane out to Coney Island, and it’s wonderful to see the amusement park in its prime, bustling with crowds of fun seekers. There’s another scene, at the start of the film, where the baseball obsessed workers at a soda fountain ask ‘Speedy’ to keep them informed of the score using doughnuts and pastries. Clever moments that need no dialogue or sound to explain their humor are what make Lloyd and Keaton’s work so magical, and mean they will never become outdated, no matter how much technology advances. It’s pure visual storytelling, and that is ageless. I highly recommend Speedy to anyone hesitant about silent film, as it’s just so much fun to watch you’ll soon forget that there’s no sound.

*The Criterion Collection (available for streaming on HuluPlus, for a monthly subscription) released a really stunningly sharp and crisp transfer of the film, along with several others of Lloyd’s films.

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Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953)

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Gentlemen Prefer Blondes is a bright, fast paced and breezy musical directed by the prolific Howard Hawks, starring Jane Russell and Marilyn Monroe. This is simply an entertaining film and for fans of classic Hollywood fare, a must see. It is so refreshing to see a film that knows exactly what it is and is not ashamed to be just that: a lightweight, vibrant and well choreographed piece of easily digested entertainment.

Russell gets top billing as Dorothy Shaw, a quick witted, street smart showgirl who can laugh at and sympathize with her best friend, the seemingly silly and effervescent Lorelei Lee (Monroe) who is simply obsessed with diamonds. The film’s plot is simple: these glamorous showgirls take a cruise ship and are courted or try to court men who can give them what they seek in life. For Lorelei, that means diamonds and wealth, so she understandably plays the coquette with an elderly British man, Sir ‘Piggy’ Beekman(Charles Coburn) the owner of a large diamond mine in Africa. It doesn’t really bother her that he is more than double her age, nor the fact that he is married. She is dogged in her pursuit of diamond encrusted trinkets, and is willing to flirt her way into possessing them.

Russell’s Dorothy is a cooler and calmer, having been around the block a few times already. She just wants a good strong, handsome man to be her companion, and doesn’t care how wealthy he is. Disappointed by the fact that even though she is sailing with members of the USA Olympic team, they just don’t seem to be in the mood for love, she falls in with Ernie Malone (Elliott Reid), who she soon discovers is a private detective sent to spy on Lorelei by her nebbish fiancé’s father.

Of course, hijinks ensue and lavish musical numbers are performed, and the film wraps up with a predictably neat and treacle sweet ending, but there is so much fun to be had watching these glamorous women at the top of their game strutting across the screen and captivating everyman they pass by.

I don’t think Monroe ever looked more healthy or glamorous than she did here, and though she didn’t get top billing, she does manage to outshine Russell, and she creates the more memorable character and performance. She does the flirty, breathy, ‘dumb blonde’ routine flawlessly, but the audience can laugh at and with her, as it’s clear she is smarter than she’s playing. In the end, she gets exactly what she wants, and she really never comes across as too desperate of a girl looking for a sugar daddy. She just knows what she wants, and gets it in the end using her wiles and excessive charm.

The musical numbers are well done, topped by the sequence for which the film is best remembered, “Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend”, complete with the over the top, and slightly bizarre sight of several women strapped together to make a human chandelier. It’s the odd, almost surreal flourishes like this that make these kinds of musicals so fun to watch for modern day audiences. Sure, the story doesn’t have much complexity, the characters have very little development and everything is neatly tied up at the end, but there is a lot to be gained from experiencing entertainment from a different era (see The Band Wagon, also from 1953 which has that crazy musical number, ‘Triplets’ where Fred Astaire, Cyd Charisse and Jack Buchanan are all dressed up as babies, with bonnets and bibs).

It’s always still a shock to realize that Marilyn Monroe died when she was 36 years old. To see her looking so vivacious and winsome in a film like Gentlemen Prefer Blondes shows just how charming she could be, and what a shame it was that her personal demons led to such an early demise.  As a piece of pure entertainment, and a great movie musical with some really funny moments (reminiscent of I Love Lucy  style high jinks) Gentlemen Prefer Blondes is well worth taking a look at.

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From the Terrace (1960)

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I wanted to like this movie, I really did. It stars Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward, and that should be enough to elevate it above the sort of soapy melodramas that were being pumped out in the late 1950s by Hollywood studios (Peyton Place, Picnic, All That Heaven Allows). From the Terrace is a 2 ½ hour sprawling Technicolor film that just drags on and on, eventually crawling towards such an anticlimactic conclusion that ends in a wide crane shot, as if the camera itself was too embarrassed to witness the soapy, sappy ending up close.

Paul Newman tries his hardest to enliven this staid film, giving a workmanlike performance as David Alfred Eaton, who returns home from war in 1956 to his wealthy Philadelphia family, and finds his mother, Martha (played against type by Myrna Loy) a drunken mess and his father, Samuel (Leon Ames) as cruel and abusive as ever. Tragedy has struck the family years earlier, when the beloved, shining child Billy died. Samuel’s resentment over his favorite son’s death leads him to both ignore and berate Alfred, while trying to force him into taking over the family business. Alfred, of course, wants to be his own man and make his own way in life, and refuses his father’s demands. He creates a business partnership with a childhood friend and leaves home. The movie then manages to gather a bit of steam when Joanne Woodward is introduced as Mary St.John, an ice queen beauty who is engaged to a successful doctor, but quickly falls in love with Alfred.

Newman and Woodward, who were married for fifty years, make an exceedingly handsome screen couple, and the only time From the Terrace works is when the two are onscreen, whether they are flirting or bickering, they are captivating together. It’s a shame the film decides to cast Mary St.John as the villain; a waspish woman who feels neglected (rightfully so, in reality) while Alfred works hard to provide for her lavish lifestyle.  As he spends more and more time out of town or stuck in his office working, she drifts back to her ex-fiancé for company. Their marriage quickly begins to crumble when Alfred comes back from a business trip to a successful Pennsylvania coal miner’s home, where he meets and is inexplicably infatuated with a young woman, Natalie, played by Ina Balin.

From the very moment Ina Balin first appears on screen, the entire film comes to a screeching halt. You just feel the air being sucked out of the film as she drifts hazily across the screen, whispering her lines haltingly and quoting poetry. Balin’s performance is truly terrible and nothing can redeem the character of Natalie, who is so clearly a fictional construct, a sort of calmer vision of the manic pixie dream girl that she is able to singlehandedly derail  the film.  She is young, beautiful, unspoiled, innocent, naïve, full of dreams, wealthy, submissive, obedient-the list goes on and on of her ideal characteristics, but she is not a human. She just has no flaws and is not a relatable character. Balin’s amateurish performance just highlights how unbelievable and dull this wisp of a girl is.

Newman, to his credit, tries his best to muster up some chemistry with Balin, who stumbles through her lines breathily, batting her eyelashes. She is simply no match to the commanding presence Woodward has onscreen, and it makes no sense why Newman’s character would ever choose Natalie over the stronger, more intelligent, and infinitely more interesting Mary St. John. It just doesn’t work, and when the film tries to play up their star crossed romance, it’s impossible to take any of it seriously anymore.

From the Terrace is based on the book of the same name by John O’Hara,  an immensely talented writer whose works are sadly no longer very widely known(he also wrote BUtterfield 8, which was also turned into a 1960 film starring Elizabeth Taylor). I have not yet read this book, but it is clear that O’Hara’s sharp prose and critiques of Main Line society has been neutered in the film.

If you are a fan of the late 1950s fashion or styles, this film is rewarding for pure sartorial enjoyment, as the woman wear some sleek and sumptuous clothing, while the man look appropriately period perfect in sharp suits. Fans of Mad Men will appreciate the mood in the office meetings, and the overall vibe of Manhattan in the autumn at the dawn of the 1960s.  The plot is fairly standard and straightforward. The audience can see every plot development from a mile off, which is not necessarily a bad thing, but in a film this long and lacking ambition it just makes for a dull experience.

From the Terrace was directed by Mark Robson but lacks any authorial intent or creativity. There’s nothing too distracting about the camerawork but the film lacks any style. It is the middling work of a journey man director, and had a director with a bit more stylistic flair taken the reins, perhaps From the Terrace would not be such a bland and forgettable trifle.

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The Thin Man (1934)

 

 

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The Thin Man, directed by W.S. Van Dyke was the first in a series of films that helped cement the status of two Hollywood legends of the classic era. Based off the novel by the same name by Dashiell Hammett, The Thin Man starred William Powell as Nick Charles, a retired private detective who is married to the carefree heiress, Nora, played with twinkling ease by Myrna Loy.

It is a losing battle to try and outline the plot of The Thin Man, which crosses the line beyond convoluted, and becomes so confusing that there isn’t any real pleasure in trying to solve the mystery that is the supposed point of the film. Because it really isn’t. The joy of this film comes from the sparkling chemistry between the two leads. Nick and Nora Charles are a  couple made in silver screen heaven, and their witty banter is so clever and fast paced that it overshadows everything else in the film.

The Charles’ are a hard drinking couple, and in a more realistic film would be slumped over drunk most of the time. But The Thin Man takes place in a special fantasy land where instead the Charles’  are the epitome of class and urbane glitz.  They spend most of their time drinking and partying and enjoying the company of their energetic dog, Asta. The movie begins when Nick is pulled back into detecting when an old friend, Clyde Wynant disappears after a murder is committed.

The Thin Man follows Nick as he investigates the disappearance of the Thin Man of the title. There are numerous plot twists and encounters with shady characters but the case is neatly (though very confusingly) wrapped up in  an elaborate and theatrically staged sequence when Nick and Nora invite all the suspects of the crime to dinner, and nearly a dozen guests are questioned and the guilty culprit is eventually revealed.

Perhaps it is the movie’s saving grace that the main mystery doesn’t make much sense, because it allows the banter of the Charles team to shine even brighter compared to the drabness of the pretty dull murder mystery.

William Powell and Myrna Loy appeared in 14 films together, but this may be the best example of their on-screen chemistry. They make the ideal vision of an urbane married couple, freed from the common concerns of financing their lives (Nora is apparently the heiress to an immense, never depleting fortune), and they get along so well it seems they will always be able to kiss and make up.

This film is a fantasy really, not a murder mystery. But is a fine example of classic Hollywood glamour and craft, and holds up decades later,  even if the main mystery is a letdown.

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