Movie Review Weird: The Al Yankovic Story

Weird The Al Yankovic Story (2022) 

Directed by Eric Appel 

Written by Weird Al, Eric Appel 

Starring Daniel Radcliffe, Evan Rachel Wood, Rainn Wilson, Toby Huss, Julianne Nicholson 

Release Date September 8th, 2022 (Roku Channel) 

Published November 11th, 2022 

As a connoisseur of one Weird Al Yankovic, the idea of a traditional Weird Al biopic had me perplexed. Why would anyone make an earnest biopic of one of the strangest, most ironic, and comic careers in history. I was genuinely confused with what the makers of the movie Weird were all about. Then I saw the trailer and it all began to make sense. Weird is a Weird Al biopic but it is, far more importantly, a send up of the various silly tropes of rock biopics. 

Biopics of rock stars seem to always go the same way. There is the rocket ride to stardom, struggling in the harsh light of fame, the inevitable fall from grace and then a rise once again or a death, one or the other. Biopics of rock stars do not tend to stray from this formula. Thus, the rock biopic genre is ripe for the kind of parody that Weird Al made famous with his music, an irreverent send up of the tropes combined with an over the top wackiness that is both hilarious and genuine. 

Weird kicks off in a universe where Polka is the equivalent of gangsta rap, a genre of ill-repute in the white washed Reagan era. Here we meet Al as he is berated by his working class father, Nick (Toby Huss) and coddled by his loving mother, Mary. Al's life is changed forever when a door to door salesman (Thomas Lennon) comes to Al's door selling accordions. While Al is taken with the instrument, his father will not have this filthy equipment in his home and sets about beating the salesman to death with his bare hands. 

In order to keep Nick out of jail for assault or attempted murder, Mary buys an accordion and gifts it to Al. This begins a life long love of the accordion and the start of his rocket rise to fame. Cut to college where Al is living with three friends and plays the accordion regularly. When challenged, Al invents a song on the spot, a parody of My Sharona called My Bologna. In an inspired sequence, Al is inspired for every single lyric by something he sees in the room around him. 

Biopics love to give every aspect of every rock star life an origin story. Thus, Al having an origin story for even the most mundane or outlandish lyric is a great bit. Big laughs are spun from this scene and the following scene where Al and his friends go to a local bus station bathroom to record My Bologna. That's a true story, Al really did record the song in a bathroom and took it to a record company meeting on the same day. They turned him down just as they do in this movie. 

Another inspired element comes when Al insists on writing original music only, only to then write his most famous songs, Eat It and Amish Paradise while calling them original songs. The meta of Michael Jackson calling Al for permission to write and perform Beat It, based on Al's Eat It, is another truly inspired gag. Throughout Weird, the movie finds wonderful little inventive ways to give Al a massive ego, something his fans know is certainly not a trait of Weird Al, arguably the most humble tunesmith in America. 

This being a Rock N' Roll biopic, a love interest must be involved, a woman of ill-repute who follows our star down to the depths of his despair. That woman in Weird is Madonna played by Evan Rachel Wood. Sexually voracious and wildly talented, Madonna sets her sights on Al because of the supposed Al Bump, a spike in sales following an artist being parodied by Weird Al and his band. Madonna wants the sales bump and will do anything she can to get it. 

Click here for my review of Weird at Geeks.media 

Movie Review: Whatever Works

Whatever Works (2009) 

Directed Woody Allen 

Written by Woody Allen 

Starring Larry David, Ed Begley Jr, Patricia Clarkson, Michael McKean, Evan Rachel Wood, Henry Cavill

Release Date June 19th, 2009 

Published October 30th, 2009 

It seems Woody Allen has grown sensitive to the attacks on his ego over the years. As Allen has progressed in years he has taken himself off the screen moving to only direct his features. It comes from the criticism of the late nineties and early in this decade that Allen had outgrown his persona.

Despite removing himself from the screen Allan continues to write for himself and hire other actors to play different versions of himself. The latest example is Larry David in Whatever Works. Never once do you not hear Woody kvetching through David's performance as a cantankerous genius.

As Boris Yelnikoff a genius in decline Larry David stars in Whatever Works. He's a real piece of work Boris. With his hatred of all human beings and inability to contain his disdain, Boris finds himself alone and happy in his Brooklyn solitude. That changes one night when a homeless girl named Melodie begs him for some food and a place to stay for a night. He insults her incessantly but enjoys how she takes it all in stride.

Eventually, Boris and Melodie have lived together for over a month and he can't help but admit to having taken a shine to her and she is in love with him. The relationship is clearly doomed from the start but for a year they find a little happy routine. The natural complication arrives when Melodie's mother (Patricia Clarkson) tracks her down.

Mortified that her daughter has taken up with Boris, of all people, she sets about finding a more suitable man for her daughter. Along the way, mom gives up her southern, right wing bible thumping for some lower Manhattan bohemianism with one of Boris's few friends.

Whether mom finds a man for Melodie and what complications Melodie's dad (Ed Begley Jr.) brings to the story I will leave you to discover. These plot maneuvers are not mysterious really, they just are as indeed the movie just is. The title "Whatever Works" is the working thesis of the whole picture.

David as Boris states it directly to the camera in one of Allen's odder choices. Boris, being a genius, see's more than everyone else and thus can see us, the audience, watching the story unfold. Thus, he takes occasion to speak directly to us and explain that life is meaningless aside from the little pleasures you can find to give you momentary pleasure.

As Jason Biggs was a younger Woody in Anything Else and Kenneth Branagh was Woody in Celebrity and even Will Ferrell was a version of Woody in Melinda and Melinda, Larry David plays not Boris Yelnikoff in Whatever Works but Woody Allen. It's not merely the talking to the audience, ala Woody in Annie Hall, it is in his every mannerism and line of dialogue.

Sensitive to claims of vanity Woody cast Larry David as Boris instead of himself. This is merely an observation and not a criticism as David is quite effective as a Woody surrogate. It is easy to buy David as a nihilistic, world hating intellectual. His own Curb Your Enthusiasm is little more than Woody unscripted with a little more West Coast than East Coast sensibility.

The truly interesting thing about David's performance is how it is the only really effective thing in the movie. When David isn't onscreen Whatever Works becomes rather boring. Evan Rachel Wood is a nice young actress but her role in Whatever Works only really works when bouncing off of David's cantankerous insults.

In scenes where she is courted by younger men or dealing with her mother, we can't help wonder what Boris is up to and what interesting, offensive, observation he could offer to give the scene some life. It's to Larry David's credit that he isn't completely swallowed by being Woody 2.0 and offers a very effective surrogate performance.

Whatever Works doesn't quite work because the world away from Boris is so ludicrous. When Boris is offscreen Allen gets busy with lame potshots at red state America that are beneath him. He's smarter than the obvious jabs he loads onto the caricatured southerners played by Clarkson and Begley.

The jabs work when they come from the caustic voice of Boris but when Allen gets these characters alone nothing works and the movie collapses waiting for David to get back on screen. Surprisingly, Boris is gone for much of the late second and early third act. The movie flounders without him and Whatever Works doesn't work.

Movie Review: The Wrestler

The Wrestler (2008) 

Directed by Darren Aronofsky

Written by Darren Aronofsky 

Starring Mickey Rourke, Marisa Tomei, Evan Rachel Wood

Release Date December 17th, 2008

Published January 12th, 2008 

As a fan of professional wrestling and someone who owns the DVD of the dark and compelling documentary Beyond The Mat, I thought I was prepared for anything when I sat to watch Darren Aronofsky's The Wrestler. Oh, how wrong I was.

Mickey Rourke's seering, visceral, forthright performance is devastating in such a human manner that really nothing can prepare you for the assault on your sympathies. It is arguably, the best acting job I've seen by anyone in my time as a critic, more than 9 years.

In The Wrestler Mickey Rourke plays Randy The Ram Robinson a pro wrestler clinging to the last vestiges of a long faded glory. An opening credit montage tells us that more than 20 years ago Randy the Ram was a big deal in the wrestling world. It doesn't take long however to tell us where that got him.

We meet Randy backstage in the locker room of a non-descript High School where he is taping his broken down body together for a main event match in the school gymnasium. It's a brutal thing what wrestlers do to themselves and one of the first things we see Randy do is use a razor blade to cut his own forehead.

It's a shockingly typical way for wrestlers to build drama and create tension in a match but when you watch wrestling they hide this from the audience, The Wrestler makes you watch Randy do this and it's a jarring incite into his character.

His pay for mauling himself? 50, 60 bucks maybe. He returns home to find his trailer locked because he hasn't paid his rent, he sleeps in his van. Randy's free time is spent training, obtaining and using steroids to keep his busted up physique in shape and attending a local strip club where he harbors a fantasy of a relationship with Pam (Marisa Tomei), a stripper whose been on the pole for far too long.

Pam has a rule about not dating customers but there is something so heartbreaking and charming about him that she might let him get close. It is with Pam's urging that Randy attempts to reconnect with the only family he has, a daughter named Stephanie (Evan Rachel Wood).

It's a small role but Evan Rachel Wood brings extraordinary life to it. She has lived with the disappointment of Randy as her father and when she allows herself to believe in him again you can feel the seismic shift in her life even as convention tells you what has to happen next.

There is a twist in Randy's career path that I won't mention other than to say that  it sets up for an ending that will leave many unsatisfied. I myself was quite satisfied with the ending. Even though I was left with a sense of dread and sadness, it wasn't a disappointing feeling, it was a draining and cathartic feeling.

This is a draining and cathartic movie that is filled with sadness and heartbreak and not much light. And yet, there is Mickey Rourke whose Randy 'The Ram' who has found sad resignation to his place in life and lives for the small pleasures and finds them in the ring.

For all the pain, the ring is the one place where things make sense. The roar of even the smallest crowd is like a hit of the most potent drug imaginable and with no other aspect of his life that makes sense, the ring is the one source of happiness and stability he has.

That is what makes the ending of The Wrestler so potent and appropriate. It is the only way the movie could end. Anymore and the drift toward melodrama might become overwhelming. Aronofsky and screenwriter Robert D. Siegel no when to, in wrestling parlance, 'go home'. They end the movie just as the crowd is peaked, just as our emotions are heightened and we long for more.

The Wrestler is a powerfully sad movie but with a performance by Mickey Rourke that finds an oddly uplifting note. It's odd but recalling Randy The Ram I don't feel as much sorrow or pity as I do empathy and understanding. Sorrow and pity seem more appropriate in many ways but The Ram isn't looking for that.

In every way he wants understanding and while most will never fully understand how people can destroy there bodies as he does, we come to an understanding of why Randy does it and that is a powerful connection for him and us to make.

Movie Review Life Before Your Eyes

The Life Before Your Eyes (2008) 

Directed by Vadim Perelman 

Written by Emil Stern 

Starring Uma Thurman, Ava Murri, Evan Rachel Wood, Brett Cullen

Release Date April 18th, 2008

Published May 10th, 2008 

Director Vadim Perelman loves a good tragic novel. In 2002 he adapted Andre Dubus' small scale tragedy House of Sand and Fog. Though a first time feature director, Perelman exhibited the sure hand and classical eye of a veteran director. His latest feature, The Life Before Her Eyes is another adaptation of a tragedy on an even grander scale. Set against the backdrop of a bloody school shooting, The Life Before Her Eyes is an examination of the guilt of survivors. And while it is an often moving and reflective drama, there is a device employed throughout that negates some of what is very good about the rest of the film.

Two girls are chatting away in a high school ladies room. In the distance we hear screams and what sounds like gunfire. Dianna (Evan Rachel Wood) believes it's just a prank, Maureen (Ava Murri) doesn't think so. As it gets closer, the sound of screams and gunfire is unmistakable and soon the door opens. In walks the killer, a fellow student, offering a horrifying choice. The girls are to choose which of them will die.

15 years later, we know who lived. Dianna (Uma Thurman) is now in her early 30's. She has married a college philosophy professor (Brett Cullen) and has a beautiful 8 year old daughter named Emma (Gabrielle Brennan) who has the same rebellious streak her mom always had. Dianna herself is now a teacher, she teaches art and has a particular affinity for Gaugin.

Of course, not all is as it appears. As the 15th anniversary of the school shooting approaches, Dianna's survivor guilt is causing her to have visions. She sees what she thinks is her favorite teacher who was killed that day. She sees her friend Maureen. She even see's the killer. The visions don't necessarily lead anywhere.

Throughout The Life Before Her Eyes we cut back to 15 years ago and the days leading up to the killings. Dianna was not a great student. A free spirit, she preferred smoking pot and experimenting sexually with older men to school. Maureen on the other hand is a devout christian and a good student with a bright future.

The table is set for the tragedy but director Vadim Perelman dawdles ever so slightly. Watch as he obsesses about details like the rain, thunder, philosophy, the conscience, the imagination, the paintings of Gaugin. Worthy topics but why are we being distracted from the central story. The dialogue about weather and the mind and paintings is not bad but you can sense a pattern developing and you shouldn't if the movie were working.

Evan Rachel Wood is a wonderfully expressive young actress who can tell a whole story with her face. Her soulful eyes carry sadness beyond her years while her lips are far too inviting for someone so young. Her work in The Life Before Your Eyes goes a long way toward overcoming the problems of the script and the plot devices.

Uma Thurman is an ethereal beauty with talent to spare. It's a shame she isn't given more to work with. We want to connect with her guilt, her sadness. Her conflict is compelling. She has the life of her dreams and it came at the expense of a best friend who was killed instead of her. It is a compelling drama. Unfortunately, in the few moments we seem to connect with Thurman we are sent back in time for another flashback. At a mere 88 minutes, there isn't enough time for both of these terrific actresses.

Then there is that annoying plot device that in the end takes away the pay off and catharsis we long for. It's not a devastating device, the performances of these two amazing actresses are far too good for me not to partially recommend The Life Before Her Eyes, but this could have been a far more emotionally satisfying film.

Movie Review King of California

King of California (2007)

Directed by Mike Cahill

Written by Mike Cahill

Starring Michael Douglas, Evan Rachel Wood

Release Date September 14th, 2007

Published December 12th, 2007

So many movies look the same, act the same and tell us all the same things. Rare is the movie that truly walks to its own beat. That peculiar kind of movie that may not even be a great movie, is at the very least one that keeps its own beat and maintains its own peculiar rhythm. That is something the movie King of California does. Directed by first time filmmaker Mike Cahill, this modern treasure hunting tale stars Michael Douglas as a manic depressive jazz artist seeking lost gold beneath a Southern California chain store.

The description may actually be better than the film itself but what is terrific and recommendable about King of California is the film's unique energy, a nervy performance from young Rachel Evan Wood, and a willingness to walk to a beat that is far off the beaten path. A little bit of jazz tossed over the wall of mainstream pop filmmaking. A much needed change of pace.

Charlie (Michael Douglas) is the kind of unpredictable personality that makes life interesting, if nearly impossible. His flights of fancy from becoming a holistic healer to selling his possessions to retrieve his beloved stand up bass and continue his attempt at a career as a jazzman were what kept his daughter Miranda's life out of control for so many years. His commitment to a mental institution when she was 15 was really just the rest she needed. Scamming her parents and the department of child services, she has somehow managed life on her own for two years and when Charlie is released, she braces for having her newfound routine upended.

Seems Charlie has spent his commitment time reading about treasure and is now a committed treasure hunter. The gold of a Spanish priest is what he's after and he claims to know where to find it. This means late nights spent in forests with a metal detector and days with shovels and even a backhoe. It also means losing her car when Charlie can't find a way to pay for the backhoe. The strain of father and daughter's relationship gives juice to the early scenes of King of California but it is only when Charlie feels he has located the treasure, beneath a Costco in the valley, when things really get interesting.

Mike Cahill wrote and directed King of California under the guidance of producer Alexander Payne, among others, who is the mind behind some of the most unique and quirky films of the last decade. The influence can be felt in the film's unique rhythms and jazzy soundtrack. King of California is Cahill's vision, I have no doubt, but the filmmaking has a distinctly Payne-like feel, and that is not a bad thing. The feel of the film, the warm southern California visuals, are quite similar to the dusty sun drenched eves of Payne's masterpiece Sideways.

Then there is the mind freaked, tweaked performance of Michael Douglas. Buried beneath a bums beard and looking his age like never before, Douglas gives his all to this character and the effort shows. That is a double edged sword. At once, the character is entertaining and a little too much to take. The character edges toward crazy caricature a few times and it threatens to tip the delicate balance of this rhythmically odd little movie. He is leavened by the steady star performance of Evan Rachel Wood but Douglas would have been well advised to dial back the Don Quixote for a more natural kind of crazy.

That is a minor quibble however with what is a sweet, charming and slightly peculiar little movie, one that will delight renters for a night in front of the TV. Not life changing art by any stretch, King of California delivers just a nice change of pace from the typical. Like a night of jazz instead of your usual diet of predictable mainstream pop, King of California is the kind of movie we need once in a while to show us what else is out there. To show us that not every movie has to be factory made to entertain the masses. For that I say thank you.

Movie Review Thirteen

Thirteen (2003) 

Directed by Catherine Hardwicke

Written by Catherine Hardwicke, Nikki Reed 

Starring Evan Rachel Wood, Nikki Reed, Holly Hunter 

Release Date August 20th, 2003 

Published December 30th, 2003 

I have a niece who just turned thirteen. Recently she's become moody, narcissistic and vain. Your basic, everyday teenager. She wants to pierce her ears in more than one spot, she wants a tongue ring and a belly ring and talks incessantly about boys at school, including a guy who she met who has a car. The thought of that boy and his car is more frightening than any horror film that I've ever scene.

Now having seen a film called Thirteen about a girl who looks and acts uncannily like my niece, I can't imagine a horror film that could approach what I saw in this first time feature from director Catherine Hardwicke.

Evan Rachel Wood stars as Tracy, a high school outcast until she meets a friend who changes her life. Her name is Evie (Nikki Reed) and she is the most popular girl in school. Evie is also a troubled girl from a broken home who steals, smokes and has more sexual experience than a thirteen year old girl should have. Tracy, also from a broken home, is attracted to Evie's freedom and envious of the attention lavished on her from everyone, including her younger brother Mason (Brady Corbett).

Evie herself envies Tracy's relationship with her mother Mel (Holly Hunter), so envious that eventually she starts calling Mel “Mom” and nearly moves in with the family. Evie's own home is with her flighty cousin Brook (Debra Kara Unger), a model/bartender with an addiction to plastic surgery. It's not hard to see why Evie has such a screwed up sense of self and why she projects so much love on Mel and Tracy.

As the friendship progresses, so does the teen’s experimentation in destructive behavior. While Evie seeks Mel's love and approval, Tracy has begun rebelling against her mom. Mel doesn't help matters by taking up with a former boyfriend, Brady (Jeremy Sisto), who's drug problem and abusive behavior are some of the seeds of Tracy's discontent. The kettle boils over with the reappearance of her absentee father played by D.W Moffat in an effective cameo.

Catherine Hardwicke began her career as a production designer on the film Laurel Canyon. In her first time helming a picture, Hardwicke utilizes her skills as a production designer to create a very intimate, even claustrophobic atmosphere. The subject matter is real and substantive, helped greatly by Hardwicke's co-writer Nikki Reed. It was the thirteen year old Reed, the daughter of a friend, that inspired the story of Thirteen. Searching for a way to help the thirteen year old Reed get back on track after being on the rebellious end of this same story, Hardwicke helped Reed write the screenplay that became the film.

Reed's contributions give gravity to the story. But the scariest part of Thirteen is what we in the audience bring to the story in terms of our own experiences. Everyone has a younger sister, or niece or cousin who went through similar experiences with drugs or alcohol or sex. My sister lived a good portion of this film and my newly teenaged niece is showing a rebellious side recently.

Evan Rachel Wood also brings real life experience to Thirteen. Wood was thirteen years old when she shot this film and her looks and attitude fit the character perfectly. Wood knows this rebellion, though to what extent is something only her family is aware of. Her performance is a revelation and the announcement of a real talent to watch. As for Nikki Reed, the first time actress gives a good account of herself opposite this group of veteran actors.

Finally, there’s Holly Hunter who has been skirting the edges of mainstream Hollywood for a number of years. Hunter seems to be at a point in her career where she can work when she wants and on what she wants. Her performance is passionate and heartbreaking and she is most deserving of her Oscar nomination for Best Supporting Actress. This is Hunter's best performance since her 1988 Oscar nomination for Broadcast News.

It's been a renaissance recently for female filmmakers with directors such as Lisa Cholodenko, Rebecca Miller, Alison Anders and Sophia Coppola each making magnificent films. Add Catherine Hardwicke to that list. Thirteen is a terrific debut and Hardwicke is a director with a very bright future.

Movie Review: The Missing

The Missing (2003) 

Directed by Ron Howard 

Written by Ken Kaufman

Starring Cate Blanchett, Tommy Lee Jones, Evan Rachel Wood, Jenna Boyd, Aaron Eckhardt 

Release Date November 26th, 2003

Published November 24th, 2003

I have never been a big fan of westerns and yet, this year, I have seen a pair of terrific films from that genre: Kevin Costner's elegant cattle rustling drama Open Range and an unknown indie western called Dust starring Josef Fiennes; a western that toys with the traditions of the genre in ways that bring it new life and vitality. Now comes Ron Howard's take on the western, The Missing. Like Open Range, it has some of the traditional archetypes and structure of classic western, but like the innovative Dust, it has a  lot of artistry and flair that the genre has always lacked.

Cate Blanchett stars in The Missing as Maggie, a healer in a backwoods New Mexico homestead. Maggie lives and works the land with her two daughters, oldest Lilly (Evan Rachel Wood) and youngest Dot (Jenna Boyd), as well as a field hand named Brake (Aaron Eckhart) with whom Maggie is close. Their lives are mundane and, you might even say, dull, until Maggie's estranged father Samuel (Tommy Lee Jones) comes to their home in need of medical attention.

Father and daughter haven't spoken in years, not since Samuel ran off to live with Apache Indians, leaving Maggie behind with her sick mother who died soon after he left. Maggie grew up hard and fast and was only recently coming to terms with herself when Samuel shows up. It's not surprising when she angrily sends her father on his way. 

Unfortunately, Samuel will re-enter his daughter’s life again soon after when Indians kidnap Lilly and head for the Mexican border to sell her into slavery. Only Samuel has the means to track the Indians and get the girl back. The military, represented by Val Kilmer in a quick cameo, are hot on the wrong trail and are headed the wrong direction despite Maggie's pleading.

The Indian kidnappers are lead by a mystical man called Chidin, who Samuel is convinced is a witch. Chidin does indeed seem to have some sort of powers, though his motives are clearly just motivated by greed. Chidin is played by Eric Schweig who made a wonderful impression in 2002's Skins. Here, he is hardly recognizable under aging makeup and war paint, and he is more frightening than most horror movie villains.

Director Ron Howard had said he never wanted to make a western, but something about the unconventional elements of The Missing appealed to him. Howard liked that this western had a strong woman as its lead character. He liked that there were no card games or noontime shootouts at ten paces. The mystical elements of The Missing offered the opportunity to break many of the traditional western cliches. For the most part, Howard makes it work.

The success of The Missing starts with the casting of Cate Blanchett, a terrifically believable actress. Blanchett is a chameleon on par with Meryl Streep, Blanchett can play any role. Here, she plays what are essentially two roles. When we first meet Maggie, she is a hard bitten woman who is both mother and father to her two daughters. Maggie chops wood and cooks dinner. However, after her daughter is kidnapped, she is forced to become vulnerable and, as father and daughter slowly reconcile, she softens Maggie's edges in a way that is believable. Maggie never melts into a typical victim role that the character might have become in the hands of a lesser actress.

What can you say about Tommy Lee Jones? The man is toughness personified. In The Missing, even as he wears the ugliest, least convincing pony tail in film history, Jones still exudes toughness and wisdom. There is something about those deep lines in Jones's face; those lines communicate strength, intelligence, surprising humor, a most effectively wisdom. Jones' wizened visage carries gravitas, it has weight as much as age, intensity and experience. 

Credit cinematographer Salvatore Tatino with helping The Missing break with many of the western genres' most conventional elements. Using different cameras, film stock, and lighting Tatino and Howard paint a wonderfully unique looking western setting. The only significant problem with The Missing, is its length, which stretches too far past the two hour mark. 

There are a number of times the film could have ended but didn't and the final half hour is desperately padded with unnecessary scenes. It's as if screenwriter Ken Kaufmann, adapting a book by Thomas Eidsen, couldn't decide on an ending and kept circling back to wrap up forgotten and unnecessary plot points that could have been left for the audience to wonder about. Instead those plot points are resolved with pretentious, overlong bits of dialogue that threaten to sink the film near the end.

Thankfully Ron Howard pulls out of this bad run of scenes before the film completely faltered and, for most of its run time, The Missing is an enthralling western thriller that shows there is plenty more you can do with a western setting than mere gunfights and saloon brawls.