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Movie Review The Two Faces of January

The Two Faces of January (2014) 

Directed by Hossein Amini 

Written by Hossein Amini 

Starring Viggo Mortensen, Oscar Isaac, Kirsten Dunst 

Release Date August 28th, 2014 

Published November 17th 2014

I feel as if I missed something essential in “The Two Faces of January.” For the life of me, I don’t know why the film is called “The Two Faces of January.” I feel the film must have introduced this information at some point but I don’t recall it. I could speculate that the two faces are those of stars Viggo Mortensen and Oscar Isaac as they seem to be counter-weighted to each other throughout the film but what was the ‘January’ bit? It’s not a reference to the month, it’s a not a name, unless that’s what I missed. It nags at me that I missed this or if I didn’t miss it and am puzzling over something that doesn’t matter.

“The Two Faces of January” is an adaptation of a Patricia Highsmith novel. Thus, it is set in Europe, in this case Greece, among beautiful, vacationing Americans. Oscar Isaac is Rydal Keener, an ex-pat con man and tour guide with aspirations to be rich. For now, he’ll settle for not being at home at his father’s funeral. Rydal’s con is to find fellow Americans who don’t speak the language and don’t understand foreign currency. It’s an almost victimless crime as his victims have plenty to spare and he’s really only skimming off the top.

Viggo Mortensen and Kirsten Dunst are Chester and Colette MacFarlane. At first, we’re to wonder if they are set to be Rydal’s next meal ticket. Director and screenwriter Hossein Amini however, has something more sinister in mind. Like Rydal, Chester is something of a conman, an American stock swindler. On the run with Colette in Europe he has conned his young wife into a game of pretend; pretending they’re going to go home and he isn’t going to be sent to prison or worse.

The game ends when an American private eye finds Chester and Colette and sets about a shakedown for the missing money of one of his clients. The detective dies and when Rydal arrives at the wrong moment to return a lost bracelet, he’s roped into a life-changing plot. Using his connections as a conman Rydal will attempt to get his new friends out of Greece without their passports. Phony documents take time however and with Grecian police acting efficiently to ferret out the plot, a road trip is undertaken to remain under the radar.

That’s the crux of the plot. What’s left is spoiler filled so consider yourself warned.

Ok, fine, I decided to look up the title of the movie to see what I missed. It turns out that it is a reference to the Roman God Janus which is said to have had to faces, one to see the future and one to see the past. Janus was the God of beginnings and transitions. That, naturally, is quite fitting for this story as the past plagues the future of all three characters. Janus by the way was eventually honored by the first month of the year, as January.

Throughout the introductory portion of “The Two Faces of January” we come to see Rydal admire both Chester and Colette. We can see his envy for Chester but also a deep respect for his station. We can sense a desire to usurp Chester even as Chester becomes a father figure. Yes, it’s all very Freudian and Shakespearean with the son who wishes to replace the father at the side of the mother. Yada, yada, yada. Here however, is where our director smartens up. By removing Colette via the film’s second accidental murder the dynamic shifts and what was beginning to be a draggy psychological thriller shifts gears to become a noir thriller.



Having failed to also kill Rydal in the wake of his murder of Colette, Chester finds himself chained to his new ‘friend’ as he attempts to leave the country. Each man has it out for the other but the game playing brings them together, as does the revenge each seeks on the other. Rydal is driven to avenge Colette and his having been framed for her murder. Chester, on the other hand is seeking escape but also to redeem the manhood he lost in his cuckolding.

That’s the psychological motivation for the action of the the final act of the film. Mr. Amini however, has by this point, as much as we have, has lost interest in psychology. The final act  of “The Two Faces of January” is instead played almost entirely in the language of film noir camerawork and staging.

As each man evades capture by police the cobblestone streets of Crete are alive with moonlight. Narrow corridors like those out of Carol Reed’s “The Third Man” shimmer with moonlight illuminating a path toward inexhaustible death. That Chester is to die is not in question here but the style with which his death arrives is classically crafted and elevates the film. We also get a very unusual and soulful moment as the dying father figure gives back to his son his life with a helpful confession of his crimes.

Much like the God Janus looking forward and backward at once, “The Two Faces of January” looks to be two movies at once. One movie is a pop-psych thriller with a little Shakespeare for flavor. The other is a tribute to the noir mysteries of the 40’s and 50’s complete with the mistaken identities, the wrongly accused man and the wet, reflective streets that always seemed to await a chase and a death.

That is the film’s beauty and its curse. It is two movies in one and neither is enough to satisfy in full. I loved the ending but the pop-psych stuff plods and the chemistry of the stars never bring it to life. The ending is almost good enough for me to recommend the movie but I wonder how many of you will last that long once the film is available on home video and you can simply stop and do other things.

Movie Review Ouija

Ouija (2014) 

Directed by Stiles White 

Written by Juliet Snowden, Stiles White 

Starring Olivia Cooke, Darren Kagasoff, Bianca Santos 

Release Date October 24th, 2014 

Published October 25th, 2014 

Ouija, based on the Hasbro board game about contacting the dead, is one of the laziest movies I have ever seen. There is not a single original moment in the entire barely feature length of the film. The only redeeming thing about Ouija is it's potential role in a new game I created in my head while watching it called Horror Movie Cliché Bingo. Each time you see a Horror Movie Cliché that matches a cliché on your card, mark it off. When you have five in a row on your card, stand up in the theater and yell Bingo. I had Bingo about 45 minutes into the movie.





Movie Review The Other Woman

The Other Woman (2014) 

Directed by Nick Cassavetes 

Written by Melissa Stack 

Starring Cameron Diaz, Kate Upton, Leslie Mann, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau 

Release Date April 25th, 2014 

Published January 2nd, 2024 

Cameron Diaz is back in theaters this weekend with "The Other Woman," a comedy that casts her as the the unknowing mistress of Nikolaj Coster Waldau who falls into an unlikely friendship with with his wife played by Leslie Mann and his other mistress played by supermodel Kate Upton. "The Other Woman" doesn't look like much from its trailer but the movie is quite good featuring a strong central performance from Diaz and a scene-stealing comic performance from Leslie Mann who's best known for her work in husband Judd Apatow's comedies. 

Leslie Mann, Cameron Diaz, and Kate Upton, have one thing in common, Game of Thrones star Nikolaj Coster Waldau, in the movie, The Other Woman. All three are the 'other woman' in their relationship with Waldau. Leslie Mann plays the wife, Cameron Diaz is mistress number one, and Kate Upton is the youngest and hottest of the the trio of woman whose lives revolve around this one narcissistic man fooling around on all of them. 

Once our trio of hero ladies come together, The Other Woman takes on a comic revenge plot as the trio takes revenge on Waldau's ladies man. It's a lot more fun than that description sounds. Leslie Mann, for one is having a ball as the wronged wife who meets and bonds with her husband's mistresses. In a rare leading role, outside of the work of her comic legend husband, Mann is a treat in The Other Woman, throwing herself headlong into physical comedy and into this comic revenge plot. 

Cameron Diaz is in the role of the straight man. Diaz reacts to Mann's craziness and Upton's hotness all while grounding the movie in a recognizable reality. It's certainly farfetched that any man could be with three woman as attractive as Mann, Diaz, and Upton in a single lifetime, but Diaz manages to make this unbelievable scenario work. She's such a pro and, when called upon, she can be just as funny as Mann and hotter than even Upton, once named the sexiest woman on the planet. 

The Other Woman is much sharper than the plot would indicate. This trio of female stars has such incredible chemistry that it doesn't matter how seemingly impossible it would be for one man to have bedded down with these three women in one lifetime. Nick Cassavetes' direction is breezy and the tone always remains fun and funny. The jokes are good and Leslie Mann earns some of the biggest laughs of her career in a career best performance. 




Movie Review The Babadook

The Babadook (2014) 

Directed by Jennifer Kent

Written by Jennifer Kent 

Starring Essie Davis 

Release Date May 22nd, 2014 

Published November 24th, 2014

Awards, I realize, do not matter to the actual quality of a movie. Quality is a subjective trait related to the person assessing such. That said, I wish to begin the most unlikely Oscar campaign of the year for Australian actress Essie Davis in “The Babadook.” “The Babadook” is a horror movie that may or may not play on the cliché elements of movies about demons and possession but Ms. Davis and indeed the film itself put the clichés to great use and for a larger, more thoughtful purpose.

“The Babadook” stars Davis as Amelia, a put upon single mom dealing with an increasingly troubled child. Amelia’s son Samuel (Noah Wiseman), like many children, believes he has a monster under his bed. This fact has kept his mother up late many nights in attempts at reassurance. Samuel’s monster takes on a name from a bizarre children’s book that Amelia does not recall having purchased, ‘The Babadook.’

‘The Babadook’ is not, in fact, a children’s book but rather an illustration of upcoming events that will change as events change in the home. This, of course, is not a new concept in horror but there is a twist here that only the observant audience member will be able to pick up on. What’s truly clever about “The Babadook” the film is how this book and all of the varying cliches of possession/demon horror movies are routed to a single emotional point, the death of Amelia’s husband on the day that Amelia gave birth to Samuel.

There is a very big, very complicated metaphor at play in “The Babadook.” Many mother’s struggle to connect with their own child. For Amelia, her son’s life is tied inextricably to the day her husband died. Thus, the seemingly supernatural elements of “The Babadook” take on a psychological weight allowing us to wonder if indeed Amelia is being menaced from without or within.

On a filmmaking level, “The Babadook” is exceptionally well crafted. The set design and lighting are incredibly evocative and compelling in their deep dark grays and blacks. I also loved the architecture of the home which feels cramped when necessary and overly expansive when its time for a character to make a getaway.

The sound design and character creation of “The Babadook” is wonderfully terrifying as well. The image of the character ‘The Babadook’ is a perfect picture of a childhood nightmare all sharp edges and darkness.  The character seems modeled on Max Schreck’s Nosferatu with a little bit of Danny Devito’s take on The Penguin in “Batman Returns.”

The film ultimately boils down to just how much you believe in Essie Davis’s performance. I believed it completely. Davis does an extraordinarily complex bit of work here calling on some very difficult emotional damage to achieve just the right effect. Davis is portraying a mother who’s ambivalent about her son, still grief stricken over the loss of her husband six years later, and is, late in the film, clearly losing her grip on reality. That’s a large number of beats to be played and Davis is exceptionally in tune throughout.

Based on the title and premise I didn’t want to bother with “The Babadook.” I assumed I had seen this movie before in a dozen other horror movies. That’s true to an extent but “The Babadook” transcends the genre trash because it is exceptionally well directed by Jennifer Kent and because Essie Davis delivers what is arguably the best performance by any actress this year. That she’s done so within the strictures of the horror genre only elevates her triumph.

Movie Review: Wild

Wild (2014) 

Directed by Jean Marc Vallee

Written by Nick Hornby 

Starring Reese Witherspoon, Laura Dern, Thomas Sadoski 

Release Date December 3rd, 2014

Published December 1st, 2014 

I fell in love with Cheryl Strayed in "Wild." As played by Reese Witherspoon as a lost soul with her heart on her sleeve, with those big, beautiful, Reese Witherspoon eyes, it's nearly impossible not to fall for her. Add to that a highly compelling journey through rain, snow and creepy backwoods hunters, and you have the makings of awards-worthy entertainment.

Strayed was a troubled woman, especially in the wake of her mother's death. She began using heroin and sleeping around, and it cost her marriage. To right her ship and get clean, she chose a measure nearly as extreme as her attempts at self-destruction. In 1995 Cheryl set off to hike from Mexico to Canada: the Pacific Crest Trail. 

The film begins with Cheryl, who never has been much of a hiker before, building a comically over-sized pack that other hikers nickname “The Monster.” Watching Witherspoon struggle to stand under the uneasy weight of her pack is quite funny but also rather poignant. Cheryl put nearly her entire body weight on her back, a perfect symbolic representation of the emotional baggage she was attempting to shake on this journey. 

I love stories about compassion, and this is indeed a deeply compassionate story, filled with characters who come to admire and assist Cheryl as she makes her incredibly challenging journey. Pruitt Taylor Vince is up first as a rancher who gives Cheryl a place for a warm meal and a hot shower after she's found herself in the middle of nowhere with the wrong kind of cooking torch. Vince comes off as a creep initially, but soon becomes Cheryl's first new friend on the trip. 

Tracking her progress and sending care packages is Cheryl's former husband Paul (Thomas Sadoski). The relationship between Cheryl and Paul is moving, even though Paul is only a minor character in the story. The letters he sends Cheryl during her journey and the flashbacks to their time together while she was falling apart are powerful and evocative of two people who love each other but can't take the hurt anymore. 

The story of "Wild" is exceptionally well-told thanks to director Jean-Marc Vallee ("Dallas Buyers Club"), writer Nick Hornby, and cinematographer Yves Belanger. Many will argue that it’s easy to make the Pacific Crest Trail look beautiful. But it’s the way in which Belanger captures Witherspoon against that beautiful background that makes it stand out. The film was shot almost entirely in natural light, with a handheld camera but without the usual clumsiness of a handheld. 

Witherspoon is remarkable in "Wild." She gathers the contradictions of Strayed -- her wounded pride, her deep well of grief and her surprising grit -- into one of the most compelling and entertaining performances of the year. 

It's nearly impossible not to fall in love with Cheryl Strayed. I dare you to try. 

Movie Review: Big Eyes

Big Eyes (2014) 

Directed by Tim Burton 

Written by Scott Alexander, Larry Karaszewski

Starring Amy Adams, Christoph Waltz, Danny Huston, Krysten Ritter

Release Date December 25th, 2014

Published December 25th, 2014

Few people have a face as punch-able as Christoph Waltz. The supercilious grin he affects in "Inglourious Basterds" and brings back for his villainous role in Tim Burton's "Big Eyes" desperately invites one to pop him. Of course, it's not just his face that makes you want to poke him one, it's that arrogant manner, that superior tone and hardcore obnoxiousness. But, for a moment, just watch that jaw as he slips toward that grin and tell me you don't know exactly where you want your fist to land. 

That's the power of Waltz, a man remarkably capable of making you loathe him, a capability that is both a blessing and a curse to the new movie "Big Eyes." On the one hand, Waltz is playing a real-life character quite worthy of a sock on the jaw. Art phony Walter Keane ho attempted to steal credit for his wife's remarkably popular art. On the other hand, Waltz's Keane is so loathsome I could barely stay in the theater to watch.

"Big Eyes" tells a story of fraud and how a meek woman through inner strength, and an assist from Jehovah, overcame her domineering fraud of a husband to claim her life's work. Amy Adams portrays Margaret Keane as an impulsive woman who flees her first husband for unspecified reasons and heads for San Francisco with her daughter in tow and no plan whatsoever for how to provide for them.

In very short order Margaret meets and marries Walter Keane (Waltz) who dazzles her with stories of living in Paris and supporting himself as an artist/real estate agent. At first, Walter is supportive and the two work together. However, when Margaret's unique paintings of saucer-eyed children gain attention over Walter's street scene of Paris, he decides he should pretend the “Big Eyes” are his work ... for promotional purposes only, of course.

That Walter Keane was a fraud is relatively well known, because he was an especially successful fraud. "Big Eyes" demonstrates how Margaret enabled the fraud and why it persisted for so long.

Adams is wonderful at portraying multitudes of emotion on her splendid features, especially with her narrow blue eyes, which ache and delight with equal fervor. With her voice barely a quiver, Adams brings Margaret's strength forward in brief dissertations about how personal her art is, and we know eventually that strength will transition into action.

After years of letting Walter co-opt her work and bastardize it into a pop phenomenon, Margaret left Walter and moved with her daughter to Hawaii. There she became a Jehovah's Witness and decided it was time to tell the truth about her paintings.

Here director Tim Burton directs a delightful scene in which Margaret reveals the truth to a random Hawaiian radio DJ who thought he was simply interviewing the wife of Walter Keane.

"Big Eyes" is certainly not without its delightful moments -- not just in its depiction of the radio show, but its scenes of the aftermath of people seeing Margaret's story on the AP wire. Then it appears in newspapers finally reaches Walter in San Francisco, where his indignant reaction to the story is completely hysterical. Also delightful is the courtroom follow-up as Margaret sues Walter for the proceeds of the “Big Eyes” paintings. Waltz acts out both sides of a cross-examination of himself about his creative process.

In the courtroom scene, Waltz becomes his most unctuously punch-able. If you didn't truly despise Walter prior to this scene, you will truly wish him ill by the end of his courtroom shenanigans. I have no idea how much of Walter Keane's work in court as his own idiot lawyer is actually based on the real-life case, but if it was anything like in the movie, he's lucky he wasn't strung up in the town square. 

While I was delighted by the courtroom scene and Waltz has moments of glorious, comic oiliness, there are times when the drama becomes too much. The scene in which Walter first seizes credit for the paintings is infuriating to watch, as are all scenes in the film featuring Waltz opposite Danny Huston. He portrays the film's narrator, a gossip columnist for a San Francisco newspaper. Huston has an unctuousness to match Waltz's, and the two of them together is more insufferable than entertaining. 

I can't say Tim Burton needed to cut back on Walter. That's relatively impossible given the true story. But some kind of modulation on the tone of his performance is, I believe, a reasonable request. The performance is at times so detestable that I wanted to leave the theater. 

So, do I recommend "Big Eyes?" That's a good question. I really don't know. I appreciate the effort the film puts forth to tell this worthy, true-life story, but some of the film is nearly impossible to sit through. Waltz is incredibly effective, almost too effective, at making us despise him. Still, I can't help but credit the film for provoking such a visceral reaction in a viewer. 

I really hate Walter Keane as he's portrayed in "Big Eyes." In that way I can't help but recommend the movie, with the caveat that this film will turn off as many people as it entertains. Adams is wonderful and the film is the best thing with Tim Burton's name on it in quite some time.

I still want to punch Christoph Waltz. 

Movie Review: Unbroken

Unbroken (2014) 

Directed by Angelina Jolie 

Written by Joel Coen, Ethan Coen, Richard LaGravenese, William Nicholson

Starring Jack O'Connell, Domhnall Gleeson, Miyavi, Garrett Hedlund, Finn Whitrock

Release Date December 25th, 2014

Published December 24th, 2014 

Angelina Jolie's "Unbroken" is an incredibly powerful experience. The story of real life war hero Louis Zamperini is a confidently directed film that evokes the best of Clint Eastwood, Jolie's director on "Changeling," while also showing Jolie as a sensitive, inquisitive and assured artist. Far more accomplished and commercial than her directorial debut "In the Land of Blood and Honey," "Unbroken" is the announcement of Angelina Jolie as a director of exceptional talent.

"Unbroken," based on a book by Laura Hillenbrand, tells the story of Zamperini, the son of Italian immigrant parents. He became an Olympic athlete and then a war hero, fighting in World War II in the Pacific. Zamperini, played by English actor Jack O'Connell, was just a teenager when he traveled to Germany to compete in the 1936 Olympics in Berlin. He was barely into his 20s when he was sent to the Pacific Theater and wound up spending 45 days on a raft after the crash of his B1 bomber.

For most, a plane crash and surviving for 45 days in a raft with two other soldiers would be enough for a lifetime. But Zamperini's story has barely begun. Zamperini and fellow crash survivor Russell Allen "Phil" Phillips were saved from their predicament. Unfortunately, their rescue was a Japanese war ship off the coast of Marshall Island, a Japanese stronghold in 1943. Zamperini would spend the next two years, until the very end of World War II, in Japanese prisoner-of-war camps. On top of that, his status as an American Olympic athlete earned him the ire of the sadistic Japanese camp commander Matsushiro Watanaba, nicknamed “The Bird.”

The Bird repeatedly tortured Zamperini, forcing him to race camp guards, despite his obviously emaciated condition. When Zamperini loses the race, The Bird strikes him with a bamboo cane, a sadistic device that The Bird employs almost exclusively in relation to Zamperini. A bizarre relationship develops between the two, one that Zamperini doesn't want but indulges to avoid further torture. The Bird chooses to confide in Zamperini as if they are somehow bonded. This strange bond is what pays off the film's final, triumphant moments, when The Bird gives Zamperini an almost-impossible task and Zamperini uses what strength and will he has left to stick it to The Bird.

That Zamperini survived the war is remarkable given the extraordinary obstacles he faced. Director Jolie dramatizes these obstacles in visceral, frightening fashion. The crisp, beautiful cinematography of Roger Deakins, likely on his way to a 12th Oscar nomination, gives "Unbroken" a classic Hollywood look without taking away any of the gut-wrenching power of the story. The film proceeds fearlessly from one set piece to the next, creating both a entertaining and moving portrait of an American hero without becoming simpleminded hagiography.

Much credit belongs to star Jack O'Connell, who delivers a natural, human performance. O'Connell captures the complex dimensions of Zamperini, who began the war as a devout agnostic and slowly came to give his life completely to God. Stories abound about Zamperini who, after the war, preached the word of God and traveled back to Japan to meet with the guards who tortured him for two solid years. Zamperini returned to forgive them for what they did and to tell them about the word of Jesus Christ. Zamperini allegedly even converted a couple of his former tormentors (but The Bird refused to see Zamperini).

Jolie beautifully captures the life and defining faith of Zamperini in "Unbroken." It's easy to be cynical about how someone who survived such trauma would have a “come to Jesus” moment, but "Unbroken" doesn't linger on that. Instead, Jolie sticks to the fact of Zamperini's faith that created within him the will to survive and drove him to become an inspiration to his fellow prisoners.

"Unbroken" is a remarkable portrait of heroism and triumph, filled with rich details of an extraordinary life. Here’s a man who punched a shark, even captured and ate a shark raw. He accomplished incredible feats in about a decade of his life that was so vast its individual pieces could be complete movies on their own. 

That Jolie has made this life into one singular, incredible film is another feat to be celebrated.

Movie Review The Gambler

The Gambler (2014) 

Directed by Rupert Wyatt

Written by William Monahan

Starring Mark Wahlberg, John Goodman, Brie Larson, Michael K. Williams, Jessica Lange

Release Date December 25th, 2014

Published December 25th, 2014

Mark Wahlberg’s star power sustains “The Gambler,” a talky, existentialist meditation on gambling, addiction and self-destruction.  Without a star of Wahlberg’s charisma “The Gambler” would be a tough hike. Though playing against type as a philosophy-spouting, Dostoevsky-quoting college professor, Wahlberg finds just the right mix of magnetism and machismo to give life to the role of Jim Bennett. 

When we meet Bennett, he’s having an epic run of bad luck at a private casino owned by Asian gang members. In short order, Bennett goes way up and winds up way down -- $240,000 down. Desperate for help, Jim turns to his mother Roberta (Jessica Lange) who gives up the cash only for Jim to blow this $240,000 just as quickly. From there Jim begins a high-stakes scam, playing the money of one mobster against other mobsters, including Michael K. Williams as Neville Baraka and John Goodman as Frank. 

As good as Wahlberg is in “The Gambler,” he’s upstaged at every turn by Williams and especially by Goodman, who is Oscar caliber here. If you see “The Gambler,” see it first for a lesson in what Frank calls “Fuck-You Money.” This brilliant, sprawling monologue is delivered with such style and wit that you feel as if you really have learned something important, even if Jim doesn’t feel the same way. 

Also in Bennett’s orbit are a couple of students: Amy (Brie Larson), a talented writer, and Lamar (Anthony Kelley), a talented college basketball star. That Jim draws both into his massive scheme against his criminal debtors is an illustration of Jim’s twisted morality. Jim seems to have little empathy for others when his needs are involved. At least Wahlberg instills a heavy air of guilt in Jim’s manner. 

“The Gambler” was inspired by the 1974 film of the same title starring James Caan. The original was far colder and far more effective than the modern take. Where Wahlberg has guilt, James Caan has zero compunction about what he does to other people in his search for his next fix. Caan’s Axel was more obviously self-destructive than Wahlberg’s Jim. The only qualities the two characters really share are a shifty intelligence and charisma. 

Is Jim addicted to gambling? “The Gambler” doesn’t seem to be all that interested in that question. Certainly, Jim doesn’t seem capable of simply stopping. But his classroom oratories offer up an alternate theory for his gambling: a desire to feel something. As Bennett sounds off on Shakespeare or other legendary writers, he’s quick to share asides about his failure as a writer, where life has failed him and will fail his class. This gives strong indications about why he seeks out the highs and lows of high-stakes gambling as a way of coping with his life. 

“The Gambler” comes up short of greatness. It’s a little overlong in some areas and the soundtrack, though quite good, distracts from time to time. Nevertheless, the film is engaging and, with Wahlberg, it has a star who easily takes hold of our sympathies. Surrounded by Goodman, Williams and Larson, Wahlberg doesn’t always stand out front, but that’s to be expected because he’s among such an incredible ensemble of performers. 

Movie Review Horrible Bosses 2

Horrible Bosses 2 (2014) 

Directed by Sean Anders

Written by Sean Anders, John Morris 

Starring Jason Bateman, Charlie Day, Jason Sudeikis, Jennifer Aniston, Jamie Foxx, Chris Pine 

Release Date November 26th, 2014 

Published November 25th, 2014

Streaming on HBO Max 

“Horrible Bosses 2″ is a strange experience. While it was happening I laughed and it seemed to be working. I step away from it however,  and time is unkind. “Horrible Bosses 2″ unravels like a homemade Christmas sweater when placed under a critical eye.

Jason Bateman, Jason Sudeikis and Charlie Day are back in the roles of Nick, Curt and Dale and out from under the yoke of their horrible bosses that they attempted to kill in the 2011 original. Striking out on their own they have an invention that they hope will make them their own Bosses. Unfortunately, though the product does attract financiers, our heroes’ business instincts leave them in the hole and forced once again to extreme measures.

2 time Academy Award winner Christoph Waltz is the big bad Boss this time who quickly hoodwinks the trio out of their invention. Waltz’s Bert Hanson takes little time outwitting our heroes leading to the scheme that is the center point of the film: kidnapping Hanson’s son Rex (Chris Pine) in hopes to score enough ransom to save the company and the dream of not having a boss.

Starring Jason Bateman, Jason Sudeikis, Charlie Day, Jamie Foxx, Chris Pine, Jennifer Aniston and Christoph Waltz

Energy is the main reason why “Horrible Bosses 2″ works in the moment but does not sustain itself in memory. The laughs that the film generates come from the immediate energy with which Bateman, Sudeikis, Day and Pine interact. Each segment of “Horrible Bosses 2″ plays out the same way: a scene begins with one character introducing a plot point and then the other actors riff on it until things get loud enough for Bateman to throw cold water on the whole thing as the straight man.

Scene after scene in “Horrible Bosses 2″ plays out in the exact same fashion and eventually the law of diminishing returns kicks in. As a change up, the third act turns nasty with an unexpected murder and the return to the plot of Jennifer Aniston’s sexpot and Jamie Foxx’s hustler each to lesser levels of excitement and humor.

I’m being hard on “Horrible Bosses 2″ and yet I really did laugh a lot during the movie. Bateman, Sudeikis and Day can’t help but be funny together and the obvious freedom they have to invent their dialogue allows them to bounce off each other in the colorful and familiar fashion of real friends.

Those interactions however, even as they are funny in the moment, don’t have a lasting quality. Nothing about “Horrible Bosses 2″ resonates long after you see it. The energy of the moment dissipates quickly after the movie ends and what remains is the vague memory of laughs and some of the nastier parts of the plot that failed to enhance the humor.

Essay On the Female Characters in John Wick

On the Female Characters in John Wick 

John Wick (2014) 

Directed by Chad Stahelski 

Written by Derek Kolstad 

Starring Keanu Reeves, Adrienne Palicki, Bridget Moynahan, Bridget Regan

There is an aspect of John Wick that has been nagging at me and that is the treatment of women in the film. The movie isn’t openly hostile to women but you can definitely sense that every person involved in the creation of the story was a man.

Two female characters exist in John Wick, three if you want to count women with dialogue, an extra has a line that could fit this discussion later. The first is John Wick’s wife, Helen, played by Bridget Moynihan. Helen is the driving force for John to abandon his profession as a professional killer and settle into suburban life in New Jersey.

Essentially, she exists to make John less of a man because she forces him to give up who he is, and while she’s not portrayed as anything of a harridan, he gave up his life as a killer quite willingly, it’s clear by how quickly and ferociously he returns to killing that she had attempt to rob him of his very essence, who he truly was. This is a common fear among weak men that women are constantly attempting to change them.

The second woman in the story is Ms. Perkins, played by Adrienne Palicki, Ms. Perkins is a particularly egregious creation because she’s hyper-sexualized and yet she’s supposed to be one of the boys, a fellow killer. If however, she were truly one of the boys would she have made such a clumsy and flawed attempt at killing John Wick.

Ms. Perkins is also portrayed as greedy, a classic, cliched, narcissistic male portrait of women. Ms. Perkins willingly flogs the rules of The Continental, a hotel for killers with rules specifying that no killing can be done on the grounds of the hotel, a rule that has seemingly held for years until Ms. Perkins broke the rules to satisfy her greedy pursuit of the 4 million dollar bounty on John’s head.

Spoiler Alert:

Ms. Perkins meets her end in John Wick with a sizable level of overkill. After betraying and killing Willem Dafoe’s John Wick ally, Ms. Perkins is called to return to The Continental. She arrives in a stylishly lit park area where she is ushered into the center and informed that she can never return to The Continental. The warning however, does not suffice, as four large men emerge from the shadows forming a box on all sides of her. She is then shot from all angles.

Being that she is the only LIVING female in the movie, essentially the female lead, a better movie might have allowed her fate to have some narrative necessity, instead she is used as a prop in a secondary story and then discarded like trash, literally, a mythic crime scene clean up crew, seen earlier in the film at John Wick’s home to retrieve the body’s of oodles of dead, faceless henchmen, arrive to sweep her away like trash after sporting event.

So, Ms. Perkins, (I can’t stress this enough) the only LIVING, female character in the movie ends the film as just another faceless goon. This after she had made her clumsy, faltering, greedy attempt to kill John Wick, a task she, of course, failed at. And don’t think I have forgotten her efficient killing of a random fellow hitman at the hotel. That scene does not demonstrate her competence as a killer, it demonstrates that she is simply, and purely evil. Being that she is the lone woman in the movie what does that say about the film’s opinion of women?

I briefly mentioned a third female type in John Wick and that woman is a bartender at the bar in the basement of The Continental. Her name is Addy and she is played by a very beautiful actress named Bridget Regan. Addy only has one scene and it’s not a very important one. She exists to build the cult of John Wick. She functions as a John Wick fangirl, fawning over his return to the world of killers. Now, there was certainly little time for the movie to give Addy much weight or presence, but she does demonstrate a lack of imagination on the part of the filmmakers to cast a woman in the role of the fawning fan. That lack of imagination however, extends to the entire film’s roster of female characters.

So what is the point of this essay? Do I not like John Wick because of the treatment of women in the film? A little, if I’m being completely honest. I noticed the film’s attitude toward women which certainly says something about how the film treats women. I’m sure there are many other examples of films with anti-female attitudes but it really stuck out John Wick and it does effect how I feel about the film.

In my podcast, I Hate Critics you will hear me praise John Wick for its dark wit and well choreographed action and the exceptional level of detail given to sidelights like The Continental or the cleaning crew. All of that praise is true, I loved those aspects along with the performance of Michael Nyqvist as the lead bad guy, and Alfie Allen as the bad guy’s son, the character who’s actions bring John Wick back to the world of killers. I also liked Keanu Reeves whose least interesting qualities are hidden behind the film’s well portrayed action and propulsive plotting.

It wasn’t until further reflection and the reading of a feminist essay on a completely different movie, that I thought to consider my reservations about the way women were portrayed in John Wick and my appreciation of the film morphed into something I now feel slightly guilty about.

These thoughts on John Wick may, in fact, lead to further investigation of the way women have been portrayed in recent Hollywood features. This isn’t the first time I’ve had these thoughts this year, a year in which it seems as if roles for women have been greatly diminished.

Essay On the Warping Effect of Fame in Birdman and Beyond the Lights

Birdman (2014) 

Beyond the Lights (2014) 

Directed by Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu 

Directed by Gina Prince Blythewood 

The only things that the movies "Birdman" and "Beyond the Lights" have in common are that they are both movies and they both were released to a wide audience on the same weekend. Beyond that, the cast of "Birdman" is an entirely homogeneous group of white people and the cast of "Beyond the Lights," aside from Minnie Driver, are black. Both however, do share a common bond: Show business.

"Birdman" tells the story of Riggan Thompson, a Hollywood action hero, star of the comic book franchise "Birdman," who longs to be taken seriously as the kind of actor starring on Broadway. Riggan has decided to mount his own production of a play by Raymond Carver, a playwright who meant a great deal to Thompson when he was an aspiring actor in college. Unfortunately, the adaptation, by Riggan himself, is troubled. His co-star is a dope, and Riggan himself is coming apart at the seams.

When the dope Riggan can't stand gets injured, he replaces him with a Broadway veteran named Mike Shiner (Edward Norton), who immediately begins to improve the play … until he doesn't. Mike's “process” soon causes new headaches for the already-on-edge Riggan. Riggan has begun to hear the voice of his former comic book character “Birdman” as a running commentary about his various failures and shortcomings as an actor and a human being, all points underlined by Riggan's daughter, Sam (Emma Stone), his new assistant. Sam is a walking, talking, breathing symbol of Riggan's many failures as a father, husband and human being.

In "Beyond the Lights" Gugu Mbatha-Raw stars as Noni, a Rihanna-like rising pop star who, as we meet her, has just won a Billboard award and is in the midst of a mild breakdown. Never having been much of a drinker, Noni hits the bottle hard, ditches her hangers-on and heads to her hotel in an attempt to end it all. Noni's mother/manager Macy Jean (Minnie Driver) arrives in time to see Noni perched precariously on her hotel balcony. She calls on a cop, Kaz (Nate Parker), working security for Noni on this night, and he manages to save her life.

From there, "Beyond the Lights" becomes a rather conventional romance, nothing remotely to compare with the high-wire act that is "Birdman." But the scenes of Noni's arrival backstage at the Billboard Awards, being poked and prodded, fussed and positioned are shot in such a way that they are completely disorienting, much like the entirety of "Birdman." One moment in particular stands out as an example of the warped nature of fame: As Noni is called upon to sign autographs, numerous fans shout “I love you!” and one particularly intense male fan seems to really want Noni to know how much he cares for her.

The scene isn't played as if the fan is a stalker or even a real danger, but it lingers long enough to settle on a question I've always had about fans: What exactly is their end game? Watch "A Hard Day's Night" and recall the fans that chase The Beatles down the streets of London and ask yourself what happens if they catch them? What then? What is it that these fans intend to do with their favorite stars? Sex? Love? Now imagine you're Noni. What is expected of you here? To complete the life of some stranger? To exist as some purely sexual fantasy?

It's really no wonder that Noni ends up on that balcony or that she comes to view Kaz as a savior; projecting onto him some of the same warped fantasy that has been projected upon her. That he happens to be real, stable and capable of understanding what Noni is attempting to communicate to him through her warped side of everyday life is part fantasy and part romance. But it works in the film because Mbatha-Raw and Parker make it work.

The warping in 'Birdman' is similarly tragic. While New York City gives Riggan Thompson slightly more anonymity than Los Angeles and Hollywood give to Noni, he still finds bizarre, surreal moments of fan interaction. For example, he is locked out of his theater in his tighty whities and marches, arms akimbo, around to the front of the theater trailed by fans. He narrowly navigates what may be a typical Broadway scene filled with characters and fans with cell phones who will capture every moment of his public humiliation.

Noni's humiliation in "Beyond the Lights" is also public. When a performance at the BET Awards turns into a real-life fight with a former boyfriend, Kaz rushes the stage to protect her with predictable results in the social media world. For both Riggan and Noni their viral moment is warping and weirdly positive. Riggan is feted for his commitment to finishing his scene at the cost of his dignity and Noni is able to get her record company behind her first album because she is now the name on everyone's lips, regardless of whether her music is any good.

Part of the wonder of both "Birdman" and "Beyond the Lights" is whether indeed the art in question is good or bad. We only get glimpses of each. In "Birdman" we see one intense scene between Riggan and Mike, and it contains fireworks. Norton and Keaton spark brilliantly off of each other, bouncing from script to direction to editing the script to reworking the scene in an extraordinarily tight close up that ratchets up the tension and excitement of this moment of creation. It's a remarkable scene that made me wish one of the Blu-Ray extras would be the play itself performed in full.

In "Beyond the Lights" the moment is less pronounced. Noni performs an a capella version of Nina Simone's "Black Bird" at a karaoke bar on a quiet Caribbean vacation with Kaz. To this point we know she's talented but we don't quite know how much of her talent is the smoke and mirrors or the work of her svengali-like mother. When Mbatha-Raw lets loose and the tears flow  the words of the song reflect her feelings. We are immediately informed of Noni's true talent; it only underlines what a farce her life has become.

There is something to be said of Macy in "Beyond the Lights" and of Zach Galifianakis's Jake in "Birdman." Both seem to care about the people whose lives they coddle and create. Macy has been stage managing Noni's life for years; imagine being born to Simon Cowell crossed with the ambition of an army general staging a battle plan. Jake is more shifty and reactive. He knows Riggan is his meal ticket but he seems to care a little about Riggan the person. Jake, at the very least, is supportive of Riggan's attempt to put on the play; Macy won't even listen to the songs Noni has written for herself.

But then, Riggan and Noni are at very different points of their famous lives. The celebrity bubble has encompassed Riggan for more than 30 years.  Jake is a step on the evolutionary ladder of fame. The first step is a svengali like Macy. She's typically followed by a well-meaning friend or simpering family member who is entirely overwhelmed but not unhelpful. And finally, for the truly successful there is a toady stage where Jake appears to support every idiot whim of his charge even as he hopes to push for something with a bigger financial payoff.

Noni can still avoid the fate of Riggan Thompson, trapped in his cocoon of fame and raging against the dying of his fame's light. Noni has Kaz to keep her grounded and loved, but there is trouble there too, in a strange way.  Noni's "Black Bird" only came from a place of heartache just as Riggan's "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love" comes from a place of desperation. Should Noni choose to remain grounded with Kaz, can her contentment remain artistically relevant?

And that is a pretty good reflection of the warped nature of fame. We wish our stars well but when they get happy and begin to produce work that reflects a life of contentment we likely aren't all that interested. Where is the pain, where are the tears, where is the sweat? We've loved these people as they described their struggle to us through their art but now they are happy and content and we're still where we always were. Noni could walk off the stage at the end of "Beyond the Lights" and never be heard from again and still be happy.

Riggan Thompson doesn't have that choice and thus we arrive at the end of "Birdman" and the voice that's been driving Riggan, the voice of 'Birdman' that has pushed him to nearly take his own life on stage, which has now driven him out a window to attempt to fly. For Riggan, contentment could only come in death. There was no Kaz there to see him and remind him that the real world existed in some form beyond the warped world of fame. No, death was the only way for Riggan to find peace and as I ponder the ending of "Birdman" I can't help but feel that the contentment of death was the only true way for the film to end. 

Ah, but is that how "Birdman" ended? With Riggan's death? I think so. The film has followed a course of fantasy throughout with Riggan's odd visions of Birdman and his running DVD commentary on Riggan's life. We have flown over the streets of New York City in a flight of fancy and watched Riggan make bombs explode and armies erupt from nowhere but these were merely his deluded visions.

The end of "Birdman" offers another brief bit of fantasy as Sam looks out the window and seems to see her father flying as we'd seen him in fantasy before. My preference however, is to believe that Sam saw her father's truth; that with all that had driven him mad for so long, only death was left for him, for his chance to finally rest and reconcile. There was no more blood to leave on stage, he'd vanquished his theater enemies, Mike and a theater critic played by Lindsay Duncan. And yet, he'd forever be "Birdman," a star who forever would be remembered for his success.

Riggan was fully warped by his fame. There was no Kaz for him and thus no turning back. His triumph was all that was left and he took that when he took the bullet to the nose on stage and left the audience wanting more blood. In Riggan's warped worldview there was nothing left. The cycle of fame had finally come to end with him having achieved all that he ever wanted: one beautiful moment of being taken seriously.

Riggan's death and Noni's life reflect us in the audience and what we've come to demand of our stars. Blood, sweat and tears. While we are blameless in how Riggan Thompson chooses to live his life it was the cycle that we abetted that led to his madness. Noni would be Riggan if she weren't so young and with such possibilities left in her life. It takes a police officer, a symbol of stability and safety to rescue Noni from fame and while it's hard to believe that Noni walked away from it all at the end, I'd like to believe that music became secondary to life after the lights faded and Noni found contentment if not success.

I wrote this article before I saw the movie "Whiplash" in which an abusive svengali, far more monstrous than Macy, drove Miles Teller's Andrew to a moment of sheer, unconscious, rapturous success. That movie made me glad that Andrew eschewed contentment in favor or greatness in the same way that Riggan Thompson was willing to give up life for one great performance.

Would Macy's machinations be worth more if Noni were a truly transcendent talent? That's not the movie that "Beyond the Lights" intends to be and I can't judge it as such. I can say that Noni isn't so talented that I'm sad she might choose contentment over fame; I would be disappointed if Andrew or Riggan made the same choice. I guess that's how fame has warped me.

The only things that the movies "Birdman" and "Beyond the Lights" have in common are that they are both movies and they both were released to a wide audience on the same weekend. Beyond that, the cast of "Birdman" is an entirely homogeneous group of white people and the cast of "Beyond the Lights," aside from Minnie Driver, are black. Both however, do share a common bond in show business. 

"Birdman" tells the story of Riggan Thompson, a Hollywood action hero, star of the comic book franchise "Birdman," who longs for the being taken seriously that comes in starring on Broadway. Riggan has decided to mount his own production of a play by Raymond Carver, a playwright who meant a great deal to Thompson when he was an aspiring actor in college. Unfortunately, the adaptation by Riggan himself is troubled. His co-lead actor is a dope and Riggan himself is coming apart at the seams. 

When the dope Riggan can't stand gets injured he replaces him with a Broadway veteran named Mike Shiner (Edward Norton) who immediately begins to improve the play until he doesn't. Mike's 'process' soon causes new headaches for the already on edge Riggan who's begun to hear the voice of his former comic book character 'Birdman' as a running commentary about his various failures and shortcomings an actor and a human being; points underlined by the inclusion of Riggan's daughter Sam (Emma Stone) as his new assistant. Sam is a walking, talking, breathing symbol of Riggan's many failures as a father, husband and human being. 

In "Beyond the Lights" Gugu Mbatha-Raw stars as Noni, a Rihanna like rising pop star who, as we meet her, has just won a Billboard award and is in the midst of a mild breakdown. Never having been much of a drinker, Noni hits the bottle hard, ditches her hangers on and heads to her hotel in an attempt to end it all. Noni's mother/manager Macy Jean (Minnie Driver) arrives only in time to see Noni perched precariously on her hotel balcony and calls on a cop, Kaz (Nate Parker), working security for Noni on this night, and he manages to just save her life. 

From there, "Beyond the Lights" becomes a rather conventional romance, nothing remotely to compare with the mindfuck that is "Birdman." But, the scenes of Noni's arrival backstage at the Billboard Awards, walking through the backstage, being poked and prodded, fussed and positioned are shot in such a way that they are completely disorienting, much like the entirety of "Birdman." One moment in particular stands out as an example of the warped nature of fame as Noni is called upon to sign autographs, numerous fans shout I love you and one particularly intense male fan seems to really want Noni to know how much he cares for her. 

The scene isn't played as if the fan is a stalker or even a real danger but it lingers long enough to settle on a question I've always had about fans: What exactly is your endgame? Watch "A Hard Day's Night" and recall the fans that chase The Beatles down the streets of London and ask yourself what happens if they catch them? What then? What is it that these fans intend with their favorite stars? Sex? Love? Fame? Now imagine you're Noni, what is expected of you here? To complete the life of some stranger? To exist as some purely sexual fantasy? 

It's really no wonder that Noni ends up on that balcony or that she comes to view Kaz as a savior; projecting onto him some of the same warped fantasy that has been projected upon her. That he happens to be real and stable and capable of understanding what Noni is attempting to communicate to him through her warped side of everyday life is part fantasy and part romance but it works in the film because Mbatha-Raw and Parker make it work. 

The warping in 'Birdman' is similarly tragic. While New York City gives Riggan Thompson slightly more anonymity than Los Angeles and Hollywood gives to Noni, he still finds bizarre, surreal moments of fan interaction such as when he is locked out of his theater in his tighty whities and marches arms akimbo around to the front of the theater trailed by fans and narrowly navigating what may be a typically Broadway scene filled with characters and of course fans with cellphones who will capture every moment of his humiliation. 

Noni's humiliation in "Beyond the Lights" is also public. When a performance at the BET Awards turns into a real life fight with a former boyfriend, Kaz rushes the stage to protect her with predictable results in the social media world. For both Riggan and Noni their viral moment is warping and weirdly positive. Riggan is feted for his commitment to finishing his scene at the cost of his dignity and Noni is able to get her record company behind her first album because she is now the name on everyone's lips, regardless of whether her music is any good. 

Part of the wonder of both "Birdman" and "Beyond the Lights" is whether indeed the art in question is good or bad. We only really get glimpses of each. In "Birdman" we see one truly intense scene between Riggan and Mike and it contains fireworks. Norton and Keaton spark brilliantly off of each bouncing from script to direction to editing the script to reworking the scene in an extraordinarily tight close up that ratchets up the tension and excitement of this moment of creation. It's a remarkable scene that made me wish one of the Blu-Ray extras would be the play itself performed in full. 

In "Beyond the Lights" the moment is less pronounced. Noni performs an A Capella version of Nina Simone's "Black Bird" at a karaoke bar on a quiet Caribbean vacation with Kaz. To this point we know she's talented but we don't quite know how much of her talent is the smoke and mirrors work of her svengali mother Macy. When Mbatha-Raw lets loose and the tears flow and the words of the song illustrate her feelings we are immediately informed of Noni's true talent and it only underlines what a shame her life has been so far. 

There is something to be said of Macy in "Beyond the Lights'' and of Zach Galifianakis's Jake in "Birdman." Both seem to care about the people whose lives they coddle and create. Macy has been stage managing Noni's life for years; imagine being born to Simon Cowell crossed with the ambition of an Army General staging a battle plan. Jake is more shifty and reactive. He knows Riggan is his meal ticket but he seems to care a little about Riggan the person. Jake, at the very least, is supportive of Riggan's attempt to put on the play; Macy won't even listen to the songs Noni has written for herself. 

But then, Riggan and Noni are at very different times of their fame. For Riggan, the celebrity bubble has encompassed him for over 30 years. Jake is a step on the evolutionary ladder of fame that begins with an early svengali, like a Macy, and graduates to a caring friend or simpering family member for it reaches a toady stage where Jake appears to support every idiot whim of his charge even as he hopes to push for something with a bigger financial payoff. 

Noni can still avoid the fate of Riggan Thompson, trapped in his cocoon of fame and raging against the dying of his fame's light. Noni has Kaz to keep her grounded and loved but there is trouble there too, in a strange way. You see, great art does not come from contentment. Noni's "Black Bird" only came from a place of heartache just as Riggan's "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love" comes from a place of desperation. Being happy and content is seemingly what we all want but it is generally the death knell of artistry. 

And that is a pretty good reflection of the warped nature of fame. We wish well upon our stars but when they get happy and begin to produce work that reflects a life of contentment we likely aren't all that interested. Where is the pain, where are the tears, where is the sweat. We've loved these people as they described their struggle to us through their art but now they are happy and content and we're still where we always were. Noni might be better off walking off stage in England at the end of "Beyond the Lights" and never getting back on stage. Take your contentment Noni and just go home. 

Riggan Thompson doesn't have that choice and thus we arrive at the end of "Birdman" and the voice that's been driving Riggan, the voice of 'Birdman' that has pushed him to nearly take his own life on stage has now driven him out a window to attempt to fly. For Riggan, contentment could only come in death. There was no Kaz there to see him and remind him that the real world existed in some form beyond the warped world of fame. No, death was the only way for Riggan to find peace and as I ponder the ending of "Birdman" I can't help but feel that the contentment of death was the only true way for the film to end. 

Movie Review: The Theory of Everything

The Theory of Everything (2014) 

Directed by James Marsh 

Written by Anthony McCarten

Starring Eddie Redmayne, Felicity Jones, Charlie Cox, Emily Watson, David Thewlis 

Release Date November 7th, 2014 

Published November 5th, 2014 

Why does "The Theory of Everything" exist? Where did it come from? Why is it here? Not even Stephen Hawking could explain that. 

We have "A Brief History of Time," Errol Morris's remarkable documentary on the life of Stephen Hawking. It is the definitive story. "A Brief History of Time" combines Stephen Hawking's life and work as they should be, fully intermingled in time. Cross-cutting Stephen's childhood with bits of his theory, shifting between interviews about his past to his present theories, flows brilliantly with the way Stephen Hawking sees the world. It is timeless. 

"The Theory of Everything," on the other hand, is a linear, conventional, Hollywood biopic with all the soft edges and soft focus of classic hagiography. Eddie Redmayne suffers for his art as he contorts himself into an exceptional bit of mimicry. But for what purpose? Redmayne is a fine actor, but he doesn't give us anything new about Hawking. Redmayne and director James March merely recite Hawking’s life in image and dialogue. 

"The Theory of Everything" is based on the book by Jane Hawking, Hawking's first love and mother of his three children. The film is likely to make up for her diminished role in "A Brief History of Time," in which she chose not participate back in 1991. That’s nice, but it doesn't make the film all that more compelling. Jane is sweet and smart and above stalwart in the face of Stephen's many setbacks. But as played by Felicity Jones, she doesn't seem to have much inner life. 

Jones is a lovely actress who is left bland by the demands of a script. The story makes her out as both a saint and a victim who suspended her own life in favor of Stephen's, only to see him move on in a relationship with his nurse after 20-some years of marriage. That's not to say that this passage in the film has much drama to it either. The marriage breakup is followed by Jane immediately finding love again. She and Stephen are able to find friendship and peace without any seeming messiness. 

"The Theory of Everything" is a pretty movie with a pleasant score, a gentle sense of humor and a highly professional polish. So what? What is all of the polish in the world going to reveal about one of the most remarkable minds in history? Hawking's work is his most remarkable legacy. Here his theories are given  short shrift in favor of a kitchen-sink melodrama about potential or perceived marital infidelity. Even though it is based on fact, it’s the least interesting aspect of his life. 

Give me black holes and String Theory over marital morality plays any day of the week. You can have your gossip about who may have cheated on whom and when. I want to know more about time.

That's why "A Brief History of Time" makes "The Theory of Everything" irrelevant. In “Brief History” we get both a biopic (minus the gossip) and Hawking’s work. The work, not his love life, makes Hawking someone on which to focus a movie. 

Movie Review Imitation Game

Imitation Game (2014) 

Directed by Morten Tyldum 

Written by Graham Moore 

Starring Benedict Cumberbatch, Keira Knightley, Matthew Goode, Rory Kinnear, Charles Dance

Release Date November 28th, 2014 

Published November 25th, 2014 

"Sometimes it is the very people no one imagines anything of who do the things no one can imagine."

The above line is a lovely bit of inspirational sentiment. I ask you to say it aloud to yourself. Now, imagine that line used by an actor in a movie as a bit of dialogue. It's clunky. Even in the sonorous tones of Benedict Cumberbatch in "The Imitation Game," the line sounds like someone banging a gong rather than speaking; it thuds loudly and is exposed as sentimental claptrap. 

Too much of writer/director Morton Tyldum's take on the life of legendary mathematician Alan Turing in "The Imitation Game" lands with the same kind of thud. This conventional biopic about a highly unconventional man spends a great deal of time playing at being a military thriller when it should have been a subversive, rebellious story of a complicated and tragic anti-hero. 

The failure of "The Imitation Game" cannot be laid at the feet of star Benedict Cumberbatch, who enlivens Alan Turing with great vigor and offbeat tics that are fitting with the picture of a man few people liked or understood. Cumberbatch could very well have given us the Turing biopic the world needs. "The Imitation Game" just simply is not it. 

The movie skirts Turing’s life. We see him as a World War II codebreaker, who personally earned the approval (NOT SURE BECAUSE I HAVEN’T SEEN IT YET) of Winston Churchill himself. We flash back to one of Turing's formative relationships as a closeted homosexual, and flash forward to Turing's arrest for indecency that eventually led to his alleged suicide.

There is a rich amount of story to tell here. Sadly, director Tyldum gets caught up in only the most audience-friendly aspect: World War II. 

Yes, what Turing did during the war is a remarkable and important piece of history. In short order, Turing created a machine that won World War II by cracking Germany's legendary Enigma machine. And he invented what would come to be the very first computer. Turing was the first to create a machine which, independently of human manipulation, solved equations and produced data. It's completely astounding. Yet, in "The Imitation Game," it is reduced to the function of a thriller plot involving double agents and MI6. 

The greatest injustice of "The Imitation Game" is saved for Turing's personal life. Turing was a homosexual in England when homosexuals were persecuted. In 1954 Turing was arrested for indecency after a male prostitute admitted to having been with Turing and attempted to rob Turing's home. Turing was forced to agree to chemical castration to avoid jail time. The subsequent treatment is said to have led to his depression and eventual suicide. 

Turing's death is a grotesque tragedy. But the film tosses it off in the final minutes with barely a comment. Why? My feeling is that the filmmakers and the studio lack conviction and fortitude. The thriller stuff, the World War II heroism and Sheldon Cooper-esque comedy about Turing's lack of social skills were an easier sell to a mass audience than the far bleaker but more interesting tragedy of Turing's death. 

In the end, "The Imitation Game" takes the easy way out. The filmmakers set up the most audience-friendly take on Turing, depicting his homosexuality and tragic death as inconvenient plot points on the way to the box office. What a shame. Here's hoping we get the Turing movie we deserve someday instead of this pale “Imitation.”

Movie Review John Wick

John Wick (2014) 

Directed by Chad Stahelski 

Written by Derek Kolstad

Starring Keanu Reeves, Ian McShane, Michael Nyqvist, Alfie Allen, Dean Winters, Bridget Moynahan

Release Date October 24th, 2014

Published January 5th, 2019

Keanu Reeves returns to theaters this weekend in Replicas, a new sci-fi flick in which he plays a scientist attempting to clone the family he lost in a car wreck. While that film looks, from the trailer, like a complete trainwreck, the appeal of Keanu Reeves “Movie Star” will remain regardless of how Replicas fares. In more than 30 years as a movie star, Keanu Reeves has earned our eternal adoration as the blankly handsome face of action movies.

As I wrote yesterday, in my review of The Matrix, it’s Reeves’ very blankness that makes his otherwise ethereal handsomeness an everyman quality. We relate to him because we project upon Keanu our own personality in a more conventionally handsome vessel. That is certainly the appeal of Keanu in The Matrix and that extends also to the budding John Wick franchise. Once again, Keanu is our attractive avatar, just enough of a blank personality for us to fantasize ourselves into the role.

John Wick stars Keanu Reeves as the titular John Wick, the world’s foremost assassin. Or, at least, he used to be. Once John Wick got married he retired his arsenal of death in favor of being a loyal and dutiful husband. Sadly, John’s wife recently passed away, leaving him a present, a dog, to help him to not be lonely. Though not conventionally a ‘dog person,’ John takes to the pup as a connection to his late wife.

One day, as John is out and about happily in retirement, he stops at a gas station while driving his cherry black muscle mustang. A seemingly random rich guy, the son of a local mobster, tries to convince John to sell his car. John rebuffs the offer and is on his way but the kid, played by Alfie Allen, is not one to take no for an answer. The kid sends thugs to kill John and take the car and during the assault, they kill John’s dog. This leads John Wick out of retirement and on the trail of the mobster’s kid.

The key to John Wick is the tremendous world building by screenwriter Derek Kolstad and the film’s credited and uncredited directors, Chad Stahelski and David Leitch. Every other character in John Wick goes out of their way to talk about how scary Wick is. The main bad guy in the movie, the mobster played by the late Michael Nyqvist, only opposes John Wick because of his son. He appears more upset with his son for attacking Wick than he does at Wick for wanting revenge.

Then there are the brilliant touches around the edges of John Wick. The fight scene in which the dog is killed ends with John Wick contacting a secret, underground cleaning service that specializes in disposing of bodies. The richness of this idea is remarkable as in the John Wick universe you could make a dark comic television show based on these minor characters who answer a question that has been raised in dozens of action movies in the past: how are bodies disposed of in action movies?

Then there is the brilliant creation of The Continental, a hotel that itself could be the premise of a movie or a television show. Ian McShane is the proprietor of The Continental, a luxury hotel that caters to criminals and assassins. So respected are the halls of The Continental that even the most hardened killers are obliged to honor the rules against killing on the premises. The Continental offers swift justice to anyone who breaks the rules.

I could argue that the film’s treatment of women is less than great, the only woman with a relatively large role, Adrianne Palicki as contract killer Mrs. Perkins, is not well fleshed out and feels like a token opposite all of the testosterone on display, but that doesn’t affect my enjoyment of John Wick. The sequel appears to be attempting to rectify the role of women in the John Wick Universe by casting Halle Berry in John Wick 3.

The Keanu Reeves of John Wick may have more clenched teeth intensity but he maintains that same quiet behind the eyes approach that makes him so appealing as an audience avatar. The quality that many critics fault Reeves for, a lack of a dominating personality, is, for me, one of his great strengths. He’s lowkey and passive enough as a personality to allow the audience to reflect ourselves in him.

In John Wick, Keanu offers us the role of a lifetime as the baddest man on the planet. He’s the man everyone else is afraid of with a set of envious skills that we can pretend for 90 or 100 minutes of our skills. Through Keanu’s eyes we become John Wick and that audience identifies with Keanu, his status as our resident handsome avatar is what makes Keanu a movie star who has lasted for so many years.

Movie Review: Exodus Gods and Kings

Exodus Gods and Kings (2014) 

Directed by Ridley Scott 

Written by Adam Cooper, Bill Collage, Jeffrey Caine, Steven Zaillian

Starring Christian Bale, Joel Edgerton, John Turturro, Aaron Paul, Ben Mendelsohn

Release Date December 12th, 2014 

Published December 11th, 2014 

Ridley Scott's "Exodus: Gods and Kings" is a dull slog through a Bible story too familiar to be of much interest. Putting aside, for a moment, the awful casual racism involved in the film's casting, "Exodus" just simply isn't a very good film. Despite the special effects that render the seven plagues of Egypt in spectacular fashion, the grim story and wooden characters make "Exodus" a dreadful movie-going experience. 

Christian Bale stars as Moses and Joel Edgerton is Ramses, the Egyptian pharaoh, soon to be king. When we first meet them, Moses is Ramses' right-hand man. The two were raised as brothers by the Egyptian King Seti (John Turturro). Moses' origin story, however, is a lingering mystery that will become a definitive part of his life. He is an Israelite, and not an Egyptian. 

In fact, Moses isn't merely Jewish. He may be the Jewish savior who leads his people to freedom in Canaan, which will later become Israel. But first he and Ramses have to go to war. Moses has to prove that he is the greater warrior and more worthy heir to the throne of Egypt than the sniveling Ramses, who will poison his father to make sure his ascension to the throne happens without interruption. 

Ramses' paranoia eventually extends to his feelings for his brother Moses, whom he suspects will usurp his throne. When Ramses is informed by spies that Moses is, in fact, Jewish, he banishes Moses from the kingdom. Nine years pass, and Moses has begun to raise a family. Then he has a vision: A child, a stand-in for God, orders Moses to return to Egypt and lead his people out of slavery. 

If you don't already know this story then you have likely lived under a rock since birth. It's among the most familiar Bible stories in history, thanks to the violence and death unleashed by God in seven plagues. The plagues are the main reason why "Exodus: Gods and Kings" exists. Special effects have advanced so much in the past two decades that making the Nile River run red with blood, the arrival of millions of frogs, and an attack of locusts now can be rendered realistically in CGI.  

There is no denying that the special effects are impressive, especially late in the film, when God parts the Red Sea and then un-parts the Red Sea in even more spectacular and deadly fashion. But special effects alone are not enough to overcome the grim story, dour performances and general tedium of sitting through nearly three hours of this. 

And then there is the racism at the heart of the film. Both director Ridley Scott and 20th Century Fox owner Rupert Murdoch have weighed in on the casting of Scottish actor Joel Edgerton, saying that it was a business decision to cast a white actor as an Egyptian king. Scott claims that an actor with a name like Muhammad would not sell tickets, as if the name of Joel Edgerton ever has sold a ticket anywhere outside his Scottish home town. 

Bale, at the very least, has the powerful presence and charisma to render a Moses we can appreciate. Edgerton's sneering, sniveling Ramses is an over-the-top bore who is completely overmatched opposite Bale's imposing performance. Of course, even if Edgerton had delivered an Oscar-worthy turn, it still would not justify his casting over that of an actual Egyptian actor in the role. 

Scott's attempt to mask this racism as a business decision only makes it more insidious and cynical. It's impossible to watch "Exodus: Gods and Kings" and not see the casting of Edgerton – and, to an extent, Bale and Turturro -- as the latest example of Hollywood's historic offhand bigotry that dates back to Al Jolson and D.W Griffith. Nearly 100 years after Griffith, one might think we've evolved, especially with Hollywood's well known leftist politics. Yet here we are with white actors imitating Arabs and Israelites while wearing brown-face. 

In the end, even if "Exodus: Gods and Kings" hadn't been an overly familiar slog made solely to exploit modern special effects, the film still would have stunk because of its blasé’ attitude toward its own bigotry. 

Movie Review Life Partners

Life Partners (2014) 

Directed by Susanna Fogel 

Written Joni Lefkowitz, Susanna Fogel 

Starring Gillian Jacobs, Adam Brody, Leighton Meester, Greer Grammer, Gabourey Sidibe 

Release Date December 5th, 2014

Published December 25th, 2014

Making room in life for our people's people is not an easy thing. No man has lived without the experience of the girlfriend or even wife of the long time friend who's intrusion into their life is among the most significant disruptions in their life. When my best friend got married he was already moved away and living apart from me which actually made the transition in our lives easier. His wife and I are Facebook friends and get along splendidly on holidays. 

Other friends have married and the transition has been bumpy, awkward and on more than one occasion the friendship simply vanished. The thoughtful, funny new movie "Life Partners" is about a significant life-interruptus moment for a pair of female friends whose co-dependency was a defining trait. 

Sasha (Leighton Meester) and Paige (Gillian Jacobs) are the kind of friends who are announced as one person upon their arrival, as if Sasha's last name were And-Paige. They have jokes so deeply inside that to introduce them to others is to mystify them further. Take their obsession with the pop institution known as "Top Model." I doubt 'Model' host Tyra Banks could keep up with the stream of giggling asides Sasha and Paige cram into just a couple of scenes. 

So, when Paige meets and hits it off with Tim (Adam Brody) we know Sasha is about to take a serious loss. Tim is affable and has a good map for Paige's weirdness in the same way Sasha does; turning them, naturally, into competitors for Paige's attention. Of course, Tim is going to win; the plot has kicked in before the end of the first act and we know that the subject of the film is how we deal with our friend's new friends. How Sasha comes to cope with Tim while forging her own new bonds and longing for her bond with Paige is how the story will play out. 

That Sasha also happens to be a lesbian is surprisingly unimportant. Just ten years ago a filmmaker would be forced by convention to play on a secret longing Sasha has for her best friend to also become her lover. Here however, we have not a boundary breaking movie but rather a movie that is knowledgeable enough and modern enough not to bother with such old school thinking. Sure, it comes up, but only in a bitter, thoughtless tirade from an angry supporting player. 

No, director and co-writer Susanna Fogel is forward thinking enough not to waste time with the sexual politics and focus on two friends growing up, growing apart and growing together again. Maturity comes from learning that you aren't the center of everyone's world and that your people's people are also the star of their own story and not a supporting player for your wants and needs. It's only when Sasha stops seeing Tim as the villain in her story that she can mature and move on and make her way forward with Paige as two adult friends. 

I've been waiting for a movie like this for a long time. I've often wondered when someone might tell a story about friends and friends of friends that isn't some vacuous series of dinner party conversations or some trifling mumblecore B.S masquerading hipster ideas of friendship as deep insights. "Life Partners" is a movie for people struggling to grow up and then finally, actually growing the fuck up. What a refreshing notion. 

Movie Review Into the Woods

Into the Woods (2014) 

Directed by Rob Marshall 

Written by James LaPine 

Starring Meryl Streep, James Corden, Emily Blunt, Chris Pine, Johnny Depp, Anna Kendrick

Release Date December 25th, 2014

Published December 21st 2014 

“Into the Woods" is a shrill, monotonous mess of a movie.

Director Rob Marshall has followed up the self indulgent tragedy that was 2010's "Nine" with an even more full-of-itself, or just plain full of it, musical adaptation. The difference this time is that he has buried a good deal of big money talent under his hack direction. 

"Into the Woods" stars Meryl Streep as an over-the-top street performer - ahem, I mean a fairy tale witch - who tasks a baker (James Corden) and his wife (Emily Blunt), with obtaining several magical items. These objects will help the witch to lift a curse, which is preventing the couple from having a child, is one she placed on the baker’s family years earlier. 

The items include a cow of milky white, a cape as red as blood, hair as yellow as corn and a slipper of … something or other. I lost track as I stopped giving a damn. These items, naturally, already have owners including a boy, Jack (Daniel Huttlestone), who believes his cow is his best friend; a nasally singing, irksome girl, Red Riding Hood (Lilla Crawford); and Cinderella (Anna Kendrick). 

Each of these story threads eventually coalesce into something of a story, but not without various distractions, including the entirely unnecessary inclusion of Rapunzel (Mackenzie Mauzy) and her prince suitor (Billy Magnusson), whose presence has literally nothing to do with the other stories going on. Indeed, the one attempt to rope Rapunzel into the main plot is literally discarded just a few short scenes later. 

Then there is Chris Pine as another prince who is continually abandoned by Kendrick's Cinderella. He too will be discarded from the main plot without much effect before the film is over, but not before he's rendered his entire plot meaningless by turning into a minor villain, a character trait that also has little bearing on the main plot. 

Oh, and did I mention there are giants? Yes, dear reader, this movie that is packed to the gills with needless characters seems fit to toss in a giant in the final act, even after it had reached a fitting, if somewhat abrupt, happy ending. The giant is a tacked-on bit of plot intended to underline something about fairy tales … blah, blah, blah. I truly stopped caring by this point. 

Somehow, I have made it this far without raising the most offensive topic of "Into the Woods," which is Johnny Depp's uber-creepy Big Bad Wolf. Yes, I get that he is a villainous character, but was it necessary for his villainy to carry a child-rape subtext? Just take a moment to ponder these lyrics and tell me I'm overreacting: 

"Look at that flesh, pink and plump. Hello Little Girl" 

"Tender and fresh, (Sniff), not one lump. Hello Little Girl" 

Later, Red Riding Hood herself sings a song that underlines the awful subtext and takes it a step further on the creep-meter:

"He showed me many beautiful things" (What did he show her? Flowers? That's just about flowers?) "Then he bared his teeth and I got really scared, well excited and scared." (Excited? Why would she be excited? She's about to be killed in the surface context, so why is she excited?)

"But he drew me close, and he swallowed me down, down a dark slimy path where lies secrets I never want to know." (What exactly is the context of that?) 

Later Red Riding Hood sings about how she should have listened to her mother and never strayed from her path. The implication: What happened to Red was her own fault. Accuse me of overreacting all you want, but the Red Riding Hood story has long been contextualized as being about a young girl's sexual coming of age. Just ask the French.

Putting aside the creep-tastic Wolf, you still have an ungainly mess of a movie that doesn't know how to end and is overpopulated with unnecessary characters and nonsensical talk-singing. "Into the Woods' ' is a shrill disaster of a fairy-tale musical; one of the worst movies of 2014. 

Movie Review Inherent Vice

Inherent Vice (2014) 

Directed by Paul Thomas Anderson

Written by Paul Thomas Anderson

Starring Joaquin Phoenix, Josh Brolin, Katherine Waterston, Owen Wilson, Reese Witherspoon, Benicio Del Toro, Martin Short, Jena Malone

Release Date December 12th, 2014

Published December 10th, 2014 

Professor Matthew Strecher defines magic realism as "what happens when a highly detailed, realistic setting is invaded by something too strange to believe." In the case of the movie "Inherent Vice '' Doc Sportello (Joaquin Phoenix) is that thing that is too strange to believe. Doc is a doped up Los Angeles Private Detective who stumbles on a massive government conspiracy involving drugs, the feds, the Justice Department, the mob, black power and white supremacists and all of it tied to his ex-ol lady Shasta Fay (Katherine Waterston). 

Putting together the pieces at the center of the conspiracy in "Inherent Vice" is like listening to a stoner tell you his theory about the Kennedy Assassination, it sounds completely plausible but the story teller is a tad unreliable. The conspiracy in "Inherent Vice" breaks down like this: the government works with drug dealers who introduce dope into the hippie communities of Los Angeles, get them hooked and then use government subsidies to build facilities to help clean up dopers who want to get clean, all the while brainwashing the soon to be former hippies to send them back to society as upstanding citizens. 

The term vertical integration gets dropped more than once in "Inherent Vice" and it refers to a rather devilishly ingenious bit of business. Think of a sugar company that also sells toothpaste, or what if the tobacco companies began opening cancer treatment centers. Here, drug dealers run rehab clinics that are a government front for converting hippies from drug addicts back to upstanding citizens. It sounds rather outlandish but as posited by director Paul Thomas Anderson, based on the novel by Thomas Pynchon, it plays out in a way that's quite believable as something that may have in fact taken place in 1970. 

The last person anyone would believe could uncover such a massive conspiracy is Doc Sportello. He is the perfect catalyst for this story because he simply doesn't seem like he could function on a daily basis, as high as he is, and yet he's quite competent and even insightful in uncovering what he seems to uncover. And yet he's not the most reliable witness as he literally has a magical voice in his head, Sortilege (Joanna Newsom)-her name is literally Latin for 'Magic'- who acts as our narrator and the curator of Doc's memories which slowly, hazily begin to form this conspiracy into a believable, even logical form. 

If you met Doc and he attempted to tell you this story about the government, drug dealers, the mob. white supremacists and black power, you would never for a moment believe him and that's kind of the point. The plot, the conspiracy, it's all very believable but Doc isn't. Doc invades this conspiracy, invents it before our eyes simply by witnessing it and yet we can't really believe much of any of it because Doc is the one telling the story. That's a remarkably devilish narrative trick and one Paul Thomas Anderson pulls off with great style and panache. 

The setting for the conspiracy is very real but that Doc Sportello, of all people, would be the one to uncover it is simply too impossible to believe. No matter how many times Doc turns out to be right about something we're still talking about a guy who's been stoned for years and has a magic voice in his head. How wonderful it is for this conspiracy to pulse with such life and then have a character like Doc, our hero, be the one who compromises its very truthfulness. In another movie this would be played as tragedy as an innocent character becomes disillusioned by events out of his control. 

Doc is far too gone to be disillusioned, the moment he finds a piece of the conspiracy that he can chalk up as a win and walk away, he takes it. That minor victory comes in the form of Coy Harlingen (Owen Wilson), a former doper who was being used by the government to turn up hippies to be reformed in dope clinics run by drug dealers. Rescuing Coy is the one thing Doc manages to accomplish in the film and for him that will be enough of a happy ending. Doc, you see, is as aware as everyone else that he's neither reliable nor believable enough to tell this story and have anyone believe it. 

Did you know that 'Inherent Vice' is an insurance industry term that refers to a hidden defect in a physical object that causes it to deteriorate because of the fundamental instability of its components? That's a pretty great description of who Doc is to us, the audience for his story. Doc, because of his years of drug use, is fundamentally an unstable and thus unreliable narrator of events. Sure, the story is sound, even logical, but because it's Doc telling the story we can't help but be skeptical. 

That's part of the genius of the movie, we love Doc and we're wildly entertained by his journey but we don't take any of it very seriously because it's Doc. Paul Thomas Anderson thus gets to lampoon early 70's corruption without the hassle of an actual target for rage or disillusionment. We get all of the fun of being a cynic while also being stoned out of our heads enough not to get down about it. 

Documentary Review Fallen

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