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. 

Essay On 39 Movies for 39 Years

I turn 39 years old this week and as birthdays tend to put many of us in a reflective mood, I am reflecting. My life has been defined by my love of movies and so I decided to look back on 39 movies that have shaped who I am as a person. They are in no specific order other than how they simply occurred to me and the moments of my life that they evoke.

1. The Big Lebowski: It takes three viewings of “The Big Lebowski” before it dawns on you how brilliant the movie is. The looping dialogue, the odd characterizations, the way Jeff Bridges as The Dude comes into being by adopting the ideas and dialogue of those around him as a coping mechanism for a world he no longer understands, it’s a remarkably complex work that couches itself as a stoner comedy. Few films so well demonstrate the infinite ways that subtle character choices can define the way a story is told. I learn something new each time I watch “The Big Lebowski.”

2. “Casablanca:” Obvious choice, I know, but when I was a younger man forcing myself to watch classics in order to justify my choice to become a film critic, “Casablanca” was the movie that rewarded that choice. The history of the Hollywood studio system is woven through every inch of “Casablanca” from it’s modest origins as just another Hollywood ‘programmer,’ a film made on a movie assembly line by a workman like director, Michael Curtiz, who happened to a genius well ahead of his time, to the casting of Bogart and Ingrid Bergman that almost never happened and then became iconic. “Casablanca” teaches us more about the history of Hollywood than any single film Hollywood ever produced.

3. “Summer of Sam:” I have taken so many incredible lessons away from watching “Summer of Sam.” The most important of those lessons has been how singular the experience of a movie can be. For me, “Summer of Sam” is an epic masterpiece of energy, excitement and film construction. For most other viewers, “Summer of Sam” is a forgettable genre piece from a filmmaker who is more personality and flair than auteur.

4. “Memento:” What is possible in a movie? “Memento” showed me something I had never seen before, a narrative in reverse. It wasn’t new to fans of experimental film-making but for me it was a powerful revelation about what an artist could do with structure, with editing and with great acting. Christopher Nolan willfully risks confusing the audience to the point of frustration and that makes the film provocative. Beyond the provocation however, is a taut, narrative thriller that is as inventive as it is deeply compelling.

5. “Citizen Kane:” What student of movies hasn’t had the “Citizen Kane” experience. Watching “Citizen Kane” remains a rite of passage for movie lovers and what better legacy could a film possibly have.

6. “The Talented Mr. Ripley:” There was a time in my life when I was a strict, black or white student of the law. I saw no gray areas and gave no quarter to those who stepped out of line. What an extraordinary experience it was then for me to see “The Talented Mr. Ripley” and find the structure of my beliefs, my very morality turned on its head as I found myself rooting for the murderous Tom Ripley to win the life he so desperately wants. Matt Damon compelled me so deeply that the film snuck past my moral radar and messed with my sense of self. That’s quite an experience.

7. “Star Wars:” As a child there is nothing greater in the world than seeing your dream come to life before you. That was “Star Wars” for me. I dreamed of “Star Wars” while playing with the toys and then watched my toys come to life on screen. To this day “Star Wars” makes me feel like a child filled with wonder and amazement.

8. “Elizabethtown:” This movie is exceptionally personal to me. It was the first time that I didn’t connect with a Cameron Crowe movie and I was devastated. Then, I fell in love with a woman who loved the movie and she made me look at it in a new way. I still have my qualms with “Elizabethtown” but the bond the film built with this woman who is still an extraordinary part of my life today makes the film the film an important milestone of my 39 years.

9. “No Country for Old Men:” My gut was wrenched, I was sweating in my seat. My heart was pulled and tugged from beginning to end as I searched for the light at the end of the tunnel and found only the angry, desperate despair that is the heart of “No Country for Old Men.” Few films have ever had as powerful an effect on me from beginning to end as “No Country for Old Men” still has.

10. “Amadeus:” This is a fairly recent revelation. Even as I have long appreciated “Amadeus” it wasn’t until I revisited the film just last year for I Hate Critics that I realized that movies don’t change but we do. As a more mature and thoughtful man I looked at “Amadeus” with new eyes and found a remarkable masterpiece.

11. “Almost Famous:” The power an actor or actress can have over an audience is a remarkable thing and for me that is no better demonstrated than in Kate Hudson’s performance in “Almost Famous.” While her beauty is the initial impact, Hudson’s humanity, youth and frailty, come to be her defining and compelling characteristics. I can think of few more emotional moments watching a movie than the way Hudson attempts to deflect her despair at learning the man she loved had attempted to trade her for a case of beer. In just a look, a slight shimmer of tears in her eyes, Hudson devastates us as an audience.

12. “Waitress:” This film has an extra power it should not have. Director Adrienne Shelly was murdered not long after the release of the movie and what was the announcement of a brilliant new voice in American movies became the most tender and loving epitaph any filmmaker could ever have.

13. “Once:” True love can be found and still not be meant to be. Sometimes we sacrifice what we want, what we desire, even what we love in order for the betterment of other others. That may not have been the overall intent of “Once” but it was the lesson I came away with and it has stuck with me for years.

14. “The Tree of Life:” Terence Malick is the best visual storyteller in film history. His images are more moving than any line of dialogue ever could be. The visual journey he creates for “The Tree of Life” is a rollercoaster ride through the history and evolution of humanity.

15. “Lady in the Water:” M. Night Shyamalan set out to make a fairy tale about a mermaid and wound up making a confounding film containing some of his worst instincts as a storyteller. But, as I told a fellow film critic immediately after the movie was over, Shyamalan “Hung his balls out there.” Say what you will about how bad “Lady in the Water” truly is, the film has more ambition than any 10 modern movies.

16. “Clerks:” I once tried to show “Clerks” in a class at college and wound up shunned by most of the class. They were put off by the raunchy dialogue and low budget look of the film. Yes, “Clerks” was another revelation about individual tastes in movies but it was also a lesson in how I choose my friends and measure out how much of myself I’m willing to share with other people.

17. “Pulp Fiction:” As “Citizen Kane” is the ancient rite of passage for movie lovers, “Pulp Fiction” continues to evolve into the more modern rite of passage. A film of such incredible invention, “Pulp Fiction” continues to teach me about movies each time I watch it, with lessons in physical filmmaking and in dialogue.

18. “Amelie:” My first foreign love,”Amelie” gave me the courage and curiosity to pursue the works of Truffaut, Renais, and Godard. Without falling in love with “Amelie” my film education would have forever remained incomplete.

19. “Annie Hall:” As a kid from the Midwest I’m told that I should not be able to relate to Woody Allen. He’s too New York, too Jewish, for someone like me to relate to. And yet, with his fumbling and longing and his extraordinary sense of humor, I find no other filmmaker on the planet that speaks to me the way Woody Allen does.

20. “Things Behind the Sun:” The film is entirely forgotten within the mass of our popular culture but it still means the world to me. “Things Behind the Sun” moved me in ways I had never been moved before. It’s the story of a rape victim being interviewed by a boy who had been coaxed and bullied into being part of her rape. The power of this film can only experienced by seeing it for yourself. Me, I was forever changed by it.

21. “Jerry Maguire:” The reputation of “Jerry Maguire” hasn’t exactly grown over the years with people’s ever changing perceptions of both Tom Cruise and director Cameron Crowe. But, for me, the experience of the film has never changed. I am enchanted by every moment of “Jerry Maguire,” yes even “You complete me.”

22. “The Dark Knight Rises:” Why not say “The Dark Knight” you wonder? Why would you choose the seemingly lesser sequel? Because “The Dark Knight Rises” gave rise to the I Hate Critics podcast and a pair of new life long friendships that I never would have had without it.

23. “Bowling for Columbine:” I used to be a conservative Republican. Then I saw “Bowling for Columbine” which led me to “Roger &  Me” and then “Fahrenheit 9/11″ and a complete rearranging of my political thought process. Say what you will about Michael Moore, his work rings with humor and a deep seated compassion for all and that is what changed in me after “Bowling for Columbine.”

24. “Les Miserables:” I have never had a more emotional reaction to a movie. The scene where the priest rescues Jean Valjean and gives him all of the silver he was intending to steal so that Valjean could build a new life devastates me every time. I’m not remotely religious in my life but the power of the line “I’ve saved your soul for God” compels me deeply. There is so much compassion in that moment and that compassion radiates throughout the rest of the film.

25. “The Princess Bride:” Seemingly no one of my generation can escape the influence of “The Princess Bride.”

26. “Legally Blonde:” Too this day, I don’t know if I have seen a movie as genuinely joyous as “Legally Blonde.” Not kidding, whenever I am feeling truly despondent, I watch “Legally Blonde” because I find it impossible to be unhappy when I watch this movie.

27. “Hedwig and the Angry Inch:” A compelling story of gender identity, love, and the power of pure rock n’roll, “Hedwig and the Angry Inch” forced me to confront childish biases I held against people who were different from me and helped me find common ground I had failed to recognize before.

28. “Waking Life:” In the entirety of my 39 years I have never used illegal drugs of any kind. I would like to imagine however if I did use an illegal drug the world of “Waking Life” would be my ideal trip.

29. “Magnolia:” Like “Les Miserables,” “Magnolia” is one of those deeply moving movie moments. When the cast combines with the music of Amy Mann its a moment of such incredible catharsis that I can’t help but cry.

30. “Seven:” My first great shock at the movies. I had seen twists before, but that head in the box and knowing that evil had unexpectedly and shockingly triumphed over good was so incredibly profound for me.

31. “Beyond the Mat:” One must weigh their empty thrills against the human cost of thoses thrills. That was the lesson for me from the documentary “Beyond the Mat.” A longtime fan of professional wrestling, I had long regarded it as a meaningless, empty thrill. “Beyond the Mat” was a revelation about the cost of what I thought was free of any cost. Yes, wrestling is scripted and its just entertainment but there are real people involved and real stakes in their lives and while I knew that on a deeper level I wasn’t forced to confront my own empty enjoyment until I saw “Beyond the Mat.”

32. “Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back:” Where the original “Star Wars” still makes me feel like a little kid, “Empire” still feels like my first transition toward adulthood. Sure, I saw it when I was quite young but it brought about a revelation about tragedy and a hero’s journey that helped shape me as a critical thinker. Luke Skywalker is forced to come to terms with his father being the face of evil in the universe, Han Solo is captured and seemingly killed, the Empire stands tall. It’s greek tragedy at work here and it was unlike anything my young mind had experienced up to that time.

33. “The Pledge:” How does one compartmentalize the evils of the world and if you can’t compartmentalize or somehow come to terms with tragedy and failing what will it do to you as a person. “The Pledge” offers a full examination of this idea and forces its audience into the uncomfortable position of a confronting our apathy toward evil.

34. “Mulholland Drive:” I am, generally speaking, not the biggest fan of David Lynch and his surrealist take on movies. That said, I have had few experiences quite like “Mulholland Drive.” Watching the film was a formative experience for the young film critic in me who could not help but intellectually claw at the various knots that Lynch ties into this extraordinarily complex narrative. I can’t say I untied many of those knots but I never stopped trying.

35. “Nurse Betty:” One of the great forgotten movies of the past two decades, “Nurse Betty” features Neil Labute at his nastiest and his most gentle. The film is violent and graphic in some moments and yet contains the ability to be warm and gentle as a great romantic comedy in other moments. The gentle and sensitive way that Morgan Freeman allows himself to fall for Renee Zellweger’s Betty without ever meeting her moves me deeply and his hurt in the end when she isn’t who he wanted her to be is profoundly moving and instructive for anyone who’s ever built a fantasy around someone else.

36. “Chasing Amy:” My first “these characters talk like I do” experience at the movies. I recognized the characters of “Chasing Amy” in my own life and related to them like friends. Naturally, this made the experience of the film all the more powerful, memorable and shaping.

37. “A Serious Man:”  I fought “A Serious Man” as I watched it. I wanted something funny, I wanted something with a star I could relate to. Instead, I got a stubborn, narratively thick, very Jewish story of a Jobian character constantly the victim of life’s many unfair twists of fate. It took me half the movie to come around to it but once I did I found myself putting the pieces of the film together into one of the richest moviegoing experiences of my life. That ending, so out of left field, so abrupt, and yet so perfect. The film could not have ended in any other way and that revelation has stuck with me.

38. “Diehard:” Its about connection. For guys, emotions can be difficult to express. How do we bond with other men without it being awkward or uncomfortable. What if we don’t like the same sports teams? “Diehard” has been the ground floor of a few friendships I have developed over the years. There is something about this silly, well constructed action epic that makes it widely relatable to a disparate band of people. It’s not just men either, I know many women who love “Diehard” just as much. But as a shaping experience of my moviegoing life, “Diehard” is a touchstone of male bonding unlike any other part of my life.

39. “E.T:” The first movie of my life. My brother Chuck took me to see “E.T” in the movie theater when I was 5 years old. I have never forgotten the experience and I never will.

Movie Review: The Stepfather

The Stepfather (2009) 

Directed by Nelson McCormick 

Written by J. S Cardone

Starring Dylan Walsh, Sela Ward, Penn Badgley, Amber Heard, Jon Tenney 

Release Date October 16th, 2009 

Published October 17th, 2009

Must we suffer more unnecessary remakes? Ugh. With a paucity of original ideas Hollywood has been mining its history, good and bad, for movies to revamp, re-imagine and re-engineer in hopes of shaking loose a few dollars from a mass audience that likely wasn't alive or aware whent the original movie was created.

The latest case in point is The Stepfather, a remake of an exceptionally lame horror thriller about a shady creep who murders the families that take him in as a step-daddy. The 1988 movie, at the very least, had the kink of an previously unexplored premise, step-dad as psycho killer. The new film is but a shadow reflecting the ultimate lameness of the original, minus the kink.

Penn Badgely, the hard bodied star of the CW Network's Gossip Girl takes the good guy role in The Stepfather as wayward black sheep Michael. Having just returned from military school for some unseen acting out, Michael finds his family has changed. Where once his father was is now David Harris (Dylan Walsh).

David hooked up with Michael's mom Susan (Sela Ward) one day in the grocery store. Their courtship was so quick that Michael wasn't gone a semester before wedding plans began. Not that Michael cared where his father went, Jay Harding (Jon Tenney) was a cheater and given the boot about the time Michael was sent to military school.

David is, at first, an exceptionally corny and overly welcoming presence in the house. However, once Michael and other begin to probe about his past David goes from cornball to creep. Soon bodies begin to pile up and Michael has to find some way to stop the psycho from making his family the latest in a series of family victims.

As loathsome as The Stepfather is there is some terrifically off-beat work by “Nip Tuck” actor Dylan Walsh. The ways in which he forces David's normalcy on others is at once tense and humorous. His secret glowering and tics become something of a dark, inside joke between him and the audience.

Sadly, little else in The Stepfather captures that off-beat spirit. Director Nelson McCormick hues closely to the formula right down to the inevitable rain soaked battle for survival between the besieged family and the family psycho-path. The ending is typical horror kitsch right down to the knowing wink.

The Stepfather is as dopey as you would expect. You really had no reason to see the 1988 original. There is less reason to see this unremarkable remake.

Movie Review: The Weather Man

The Weather Man (2005) 

Directed by Gore Verbinski 

Written by Steve Conrad 

Starring Nicolas Cage, Michael Caine, Hope Davis, Michael Rispoli 

Release Date October 28th, 2005 

Published October 28th, 2005 

It is only very recently that I have become a big Nicolas Cage fan. I loved his Oscar winning work in Leaving Las Vegas but his subsequent descent into action stardom was marred by some seriously awful work in Con Air, The Rock, 8mm and Gone In 60 Seconds. He won me back a little with his extraordinary work in Scorsese's Bringing Out The Dead but that was almost forgotten in the midst of Cage's weepy period with City of Angels, Family Man and Captain Corelli's Mandolin.

Right now, however, Cage has hit a stride that is remarkable. Pushing aside the subpar blockbuster National Treasure, Cage's run of Adaptation, Matchstick Men, Lord of War and now The Weather Man is one of the greatest series of performances by one actor in movie history. Forget the bad box office, when Cage is teamed with great people and great material there may not be a better actor working today.

Dave Spritz (Nicolas Cage) is Chicago's number one weather man. His 'Spritz nipper' has fans across the windy city stopping him on the street to ask him which will be the chilliest day of the week. Of course not everyone is a fan of Dave's. On more than one occasion Dave has found himself on the wrong side of some flying food items including a shake, a box of McNuggets, even a burrito.

Dave attributes the food throwing to the fact that he is paid a lot of money to do a job that is not that difficult. He is paid high six figures plus appearance fees, works two hours a day and did not even have to get a degree in meteorology. The food items are essentially karmic payback for a way too easy path through life, and, more to the point, a reaction to how often Dave simply gets it wrong weatherwise.

Dave is a serious case of arrested development. He has never really accomplished anything. His father, Robert (Michael Caine), on the other hand, is a Pulitzer prize winning novelist and a wonderful father to boot despite the fact that his son is a very obvious disappointment. Dave also wrote a novel although, like most everything else in his life, he never followed through with it.

Most disappointing about Dave is his family situation. Dave is divorced from his wife, Noreen (Hope Davis), and cannot seem to connect with his two children, sixteen year-old Mike (Nicholas Hoult) and eleven year-old daugter Shelly (Gemmenne de la Pena). Mike has recently been busted for smoking pot and Shelly has taken up cigarrettes. 

Dave is convinced he can turn the whole thing around with a new job on a national morning television show in New York. He had better act quickly, however, because his father is dying and his wife is preparing to marry another man. His kids' problems are even more disturbing but best left to your discovery in watching the movie.

If Dave Spritz's life sounds depressing, well that's because it really is depressing. The Weather Man, directed by Gore Verbinski, makes no pretense about the level of sadness in its story. Dave is a pathetic character, a wretched failure as a husband and father and a son. He is a narcissus cloaked in his own misery. Still, as played by Cage, Dave Spritz is fascinating to watch.

Cage's chameleonesque ability to melt into his characters is perfectly on display in The Weather Man. Even minor touches like his ease in front of a green screen doing the weather are really convincing. His near meltdowns are a tour de force of wonderfully acted inner turmoil. Dave's plastic surface seems ready to melt from the heat of his inner conflict and that is Nicolas Cage at his absolute best.

Gore Verbinski intrigues me. While I found both Mousehunt and The Mexican to be underwhelming, The Ring was visually accomplished and Pirates of The Carribean showed the potential of a mainstream movie to exceed the limitations of its genre and be both entertaining and artistically crafted.

The Weather Man is yet another step forward in Gore Verbinski's evolution into maybe becoming a very rare kind of director, a mainstream 'auteur'. Watch the way in which his camera observes Dave without engaging him. The audience, like rubberneckers at a crash site, seem to watch Dave's sad life unfold in a slow motion drive by and we cannot turn away. Here's hoping Verbinski does not get too caught up in the Pirates sequels and forgets to make more films as engrossing as The Weather Man.

The film's trailer might give people the impression that The Weather Man is a drama with comedy. There are laughs in the film but they come from a very dark place. They come from failure, humiliation and pain, and the sorrowful ways that Cage's character deals with what happens to him and around him. Dave Spritz is a sad sack character who invites indignity and cannot seem to escape it.

So if the film is as dark as I describe, it begs the question; why did I like it so much? Because it sets out to create a portrait of a particular character and no matter how dark things get the film stays true to that character and tells his story in a most compelling fashion. I liked it because Nicolas Cage is so amazing, to simplify things.

Cage deserves an Oscar nomination for his extraordinary work in The Weather Man. That, however, does not mean that the film is typically entertaining. Some people will have to change the way they look at movies to find pleasure in this film. The movie is challengingly dark and uncompromising in its grim gray look and attitude.

For fans of complicated, interesting movies that ask you to invest yourself heavily in one character The Weather Man is what you are looking for. For the average moviegoer this may not be your cup of tea. The Weather Man is not an easy film to like but, if you are up for it, you will be rewarded with yet another performance by Nicolas Cage that establishes him as arguably the most uniquely talented actor working today.

Movie Review The Girlfriend Experience

The Girlfriend Experience (2009) 

Directed by Steven Soderbergh

Written by Brian Koppelman, David Levien 

Starring Sasha Grey, Chris Santos, Glenn Kenny 

Release Date May 22nd, 2009 

Published July 15th, 2009 

For some directors prolific means 2 films in 3 years. For Steven Soderbergh 2 films in one year is par for the course. In 2009 he knocked out The Girlfriend Experience and The Informant! in under 9 months time. Not merely prolific however is Mr. Soderbergh. Both films are absolutely brilliant.

Real life adult film star Sascha Grey stars in The Girlfriend Experience as Chelsea or is she Christine? She is a high class hooker who for a couple thousand dollars does not merely sleep with a client but gives them the experience of having a girlfriend, minus the inherent ups and downs.

Christine/Chelsea has a boyfriend, Chris (Chris Santos) who rather than living a lie with her is fully aware of what she does. He's not exactly cool with it but has accepted a life with some very unique boundaries. They talk like a normal couple, even bitching about their work lives.

Then Christine meets David (David Levien). He's a screenwriter but, more important to Christine/Chelsea, he has an astrological sign that lines up with hers. As they chat and talk turns to getting together they bond and Christine/Chelsea seems like she may be crossing the line between her business and her real life.

That is the linear plot that I drew out of the film. Director Soderbergh however keeps us off balance by mixing the timeline and not telling us he's doing it. No cards, no dates, just a few verbal clues here and there to let us know where and when we are in the story. The approach is hypnotic and engaging.

Sascha Grey is a fascinating actress who, with the freedom of Soderbergh's improv style, brings a real, flesh and blood freshness to a character that in the hands of a more trained actress might become a more noticeable performance. She has a hard one comfort on screen that comes from her unique background.

Soderbergh's use of Digital Photography is head and shoulders beyond any other director. Too often Digital becomes shaky and unwatchable. In other films it becomes a device that sticks out. With Soderbergh the camera melts away and you feel as if you are in the room having these experiences. A fly on the wall or as a ghost in the room.

The Girlfriend Experience is a revelation. Combined with the wildly different The Informant! it announces Soderbergh as arguably the auteur of this time. His work rate combined with his artistry is like nothing we've seen before.

Movie Review: Undiscovered

Undiscovered (2005) 

Directed by Meiert Avis 

Written by John Galt 

Starring Pell James, Steven Strait, Kip Pardue, Shannyn Sossamon, Carrie Fisher

Release Date August 25th, 2005 

Published August 26th, 2005 

I have a theory about this ridiculous slump business at the box office. It is not merely that Hollywood is not making films that people want to see. Rather it is Hollywood releasing films so unwatchable that they poison the theaters that show them with a toxin that drives audiences to their homes in fear of ever returning to a movie theater.

Consider the evidence; Are We There Yet?, The Pacifier, Deuce Bigelow 2. Just typing those titles raised the bile from my stomach. Now in theaters is a film that is far worse than any of the films I mentioned. An abysmal teen rock romance called Undiscovered that should have remained Un-released.

Steven Strait's earnest pronouncements of love and heartbreak are so pathetic that realistically he would be more inclined toward a restraining order than for true love. The one-two punch of Mr. Strait's uninspired delivery and the script's stultifying dialogue is just brutal. I am told that  Strait performed all of his own music in the film and given our current music culture, his music will fit in nicely next to all of the atrocious examples of mainstream pop rock that overflows from most top 40 radio stations.

A music critic friend told me recently that modern rockers have started to go away from writing complex lyrics. Supposedly they want the focus on musicianship, but as the recent MTV Video Music Awards show, it's about projecting rock star image more than having anything to genuinely do with music. By that standard Mr. Strait, a former model, should fit right in. How unfortunate, however, that as his character is written, he's supposed to be a great songwriter. Yeah... not quite.

For her part Ms. James is-- cute. That is honestly the kindest thing I can say about her performance.  James may actually be the victim of having to carry Mr. Strait's D.O.A performance. As the more experienced of the pair she carries most of the dramatic weight, were that there was any to carry in such an airheaded film. Pell James is also saddled with carrying the supporting performance of pop star Ashlee Simpson who at the very least is more interesting to watch than our main character.

Steven Strait stars in Undiscovered as, I kid you not, Luke Falcon. Luke is a wannabe rocker on his way to L.A to make it to the big time. As he is getting off the subway with his brother Euan (Kip Pardue), on his last day in New York City, Luke has a cute encounter with Breier (Pell James). He drops his glove on the train and instead of retrieving it he tossed Breier the other glove just before the train doors closed. Remarking that he met the girl of his dreams on his last day in the city, Luke hops his flight for Los Angeles. What are the odds that Breier will soon be there as well?  It's no long shot, I assure you.

Breier is a model with dreams of becoming an actress, a confession she makes to her modeling agent played by the desperately slumming Carrie Fisher. Soon Breier is off to LA and the cutthroat world of "model slash actresses". It is through her acting class that she meets Clea (Ashlee Simpson) who happens to know Luke (He lets her sing with him at a dive bar). Luke and Breier meet cute once again but Breier cannot hook up as she has a rock star boyfriend who she knows is a cheating, lying bastard.... but she loves him. Ahh true love.

Luke and Breier stay friends and eventually she and Clea help Luke get a following at the club and the attention of a slimy record exec played by the oily Fisher Stevens. Soon Luke has his own model girlfriend played by Shannyn Sossamon, but the life of a rock star is too much for the earnest Luke who longs for the solitude of the songwriter.

No points for guessing that despite all of these roadblocks, Breier and Luke are meant for each other. This is, afterall, a teen romance. What is shocking, though, is how woefully inept the film is even from the limited expectations of its genre. Strait and James are embarrassingly hard to watch as they fumble the film's central romance like teenagers in a first time groping session.

The regrettable script, credited to first time writer John Galt is a meandering, overlong mess of typical romantic roadblocks and dialogue that would make the kids on TV's "One Tree Hill" roll their eyes. If you can somehow fight your way through the longest 93 minutes of your filmgoing life you will see the film end with the kind of Deus Ex Machina that even the lamest of screenwriting books make fun of. The ending involves a cameo by former RoboCop star Peter Weller that sounds as if he were channeling Christopher Walken, only a far less entertaining version of the man.

How serious was Lions Gate about making a real hit movie out of Undiscovered? The producers actually rewrote the picture and retitled the film for a pop song by Ms. Simpson that is naturally on the film's soundtrack. Ms. Simpson's father is credited as a producer on the film and there are two scenes with Simpson onstage that seem to stretch into eternity.

Much of the film is in fact filled out by musical performances from Strait and Simpson. Cut back on the music and Undiscovered might clock in closer to 70 minutes. That is still way too long, though, believe me. The fact is that Undiscovered is the kind of film that usually goes directly to video stores and yet somehow ended up on the big screen as a ninety three minute commercial for its abysmal soundtrack. For anyone who thought Lions Gate's template for success was Miramax, well it's actually something closer to MTV Films.

In what is clearly one of the worst years for cinema in recent history in term of film quality, the box office is doing just fine despite the slump talk.  Undiscovered ranks right near the top of the list of the worst films of the year. As Mr. Ebert famously said in the title of his book about bad movies, I hated, hated, hated, hated, hated, hated, this movie.

Movie Review Hunter Killer

Hunter Killer (2018) 

Directed by Donovan Marsh

Written by Arne Schmidt, Jamie Moss

Starring Gerard Butler, Gary Oldman, Common, Linda Cardellini, Toby Stephens 

Release Date October 26th, 2018

Published October 26th, 2018

Hunter Killer stars Gerard Butler as submarine commander Joe Glass. Glass has just been handed his very first command, aboard the USS Arkansas at a most inopportune moment. It is Joe’s task to take his hunter killer class sub crew into heavily guarded Russian territory and find out what happened to another hunter killer class sub which was sunk in the area, assumedly by a Russian sub that was also downed in the fight. 

What Joe and his crew find is something quite unexpected, both subs appear to have been attacked not by each other but by a third sub which subsequently begins attacking Joe’s sub. The Arkansas survives this encounter but having just sent another Russian sub to the bottom of the ocean, the international incident they were investigating may be exploding into World War 3 unless Joe can quickly figure out why this Russian sub has gone rogue. 

Meanwhile, back in Washington D.C, the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, Charles Donnegan (Gary Oldman) has tasked Rear Admiral John Fisk with sending a team of Green Berets into Russian territory so they can get close to where the Russian President Zakarin (Alexander Diachenko) and his top military secretary, Admiral Durov (Michael Gor) are holed up near where the subs have been downed. 

What the Green Berets, led by Bill Beaman (Toby Stephens) , find is that there is a coup in process, the Russian President is the hostage of his top military secretary and the secretary is bent on starting World War 3. Now three arms of the American military, along with an advisor from the NSA (Linda Cardellini) must work together to come up with a plan to rescue the Russian President and avert World War 3. 

I must admit, that sounds like a pretty great description of a first person shooter video game. Sadly, Hunter Killer is a movie and thus not nearly as much fun. Hunter Killer is the latest in a long line of lunkheaded military rehashes from Millennium Entertainment, the group that rescued Gerard Butler from the Hollywood ash heap and given him a second act as the purest example of lunkheaded, ill-conceived 80’s action movies, the new millennium Michael Dudikoff. 

For those not among the 10 people who got that Michael Dudikoff reference, Dudikoff was the bargain action hero of Cannon Films, the group behind such glorious 80’s cheese as American Ninja, Avenging Force and the Missing in Action Franchise. Those examples should give you a good idea of the quality of Hunter Killer, we’re not talking high end action here, we’re talking about the kind of slapdash trash that used to go directly to drive-ins and eventually, directly to VHS. 

Hunter Killer is supremely dumb and not in a fun way. Rather, Hunter Killer is dumb in the most boringly competent ways imaginable. Hunter Killer was directed by a newcomer named Donovan Marsh who is just inexperienced enough and just talented enough to miss the point of the movie he’s making. He doesn’t appear to understand that Hunter Killer is cheesy and thus he commits to the idea with all his talent, not realizing that everyone in the cast knows they’re working on something cheap and disposable. They know the company they’re working for. 

Butler and Oldman have worked with Millennium Entertainment for years. Butler is there because Millennium was the only company willing to touch him after his toxic run of bombs from 2008 to 2011 that culminated with him playing a leprechaun in an almost career endingly bad segment of Movie 43. Oldman worked with Millennium because his name was just big enough to work on the box cover of a direct to DVD crime movie and their checks weren’t bouncing. 

No surprise to learn that Hunter Killer was on the shelf for a while before Oldman re-established himself among the Hollywood elite with his Academy Award winning performance in Darkest Hour. Hunter Killer is the kind of movie that if it had come out around Oscar time last year it might have cost him Best Actor just as many speculated that Norbit cast Eddie Murphy Best Supporting Actor by arriving around the time he was nominated for Dreamgirls. 

We know Hunter Killer has been moldering on the shelf for a while because one of the supporting actors, Michael Nyqvist died more than 18 months ago. It’s tragic that a fine, under-recognized pro like Nyqvist has Hunter Killer as the last thing on his resume but at least he was gone before the world had seen what a terrible film he’d closed his fine career with. Here’s hoping he was well compensated. 

I realize that some people enjoy this stinky cheese of a movie but it’s definitely not for me. Butler is his usually dopey self, swaggering about spitting nonsense dialogue in his god-awful American accent. He doesn’t appear to care that he’s not acting but caricaturing American swagger in the most unfunny way possible. It’s hard to know if I pity Butler for his complete lack of talent or if I am meant to laugh at his dimwitted burlesque attempt at bringing back the 80’s action movie. 

Hunter Killer is bad in a most bland and peculiar fashion. It’s not shot poorly, it’s inoffensive in that the jingoism is tempered by having so many foreigners lead the cast of this American action movie, Butler, Oldman, and Toby Stephens, are not Americans and appear to have no interest in selling America f*** Yeah attitude that a true 80’s action movie would. Had this film actually starred Michael Dudikoff it would have ended with him planting an American flag in the heart of the dead foreign secretary while American jets flew overhead dropping tiny American flags. 

I guess, in that sense, we can consider Hunter Killer restrained. Not any good, but restrained. Unfortunately that restraint keeps the movie too tasteful to be bad in a fun way. Instead, the film is bad for being deathly dull, populated by bored actors either over-performing or under-performing masculine military cliches and spouting nonsense jargon that sounds cool but comes off like boys playing with toys and not serious-minded military adults. 

Movie Review The Exorcism of Emily Rose

The Exorcism of Emily Rose (2005)

Directed by Scott Derrickson 

Written by Scott Derrickson, Paul Harris Boardman 

Starring Laura Linney, Tom Wilkinson, Campbell Scott, Colm Feore, Jennifer Carpenter

Release Date September 9th, 2005 

Published September 10th, 2005

The saying 'based on a true story' is an oft abused term in Hollywood. Case in point the new horror film/courtroom drama The Exorcism Of Emily Rose. The film is based on a true story however the story told in the film is not the true story. The film's creators, however, include a title card that claims the story is true. But the story told in the movie only vaguely resembles the true story that was its inspiration. Make sense?

Not much of this cross breed of TV's "Law & Order '' and the horror classic The Exorcist makes sense anyway so it's fitting that its origins should be so muddled. A shame though because with such a terrific cast The Exorcism of Emily Rose had the potential to be very good.

Oscar nominee Tom Wilkinson stars in Exorcism as Father Thomas Moore. Father Moore is on trial for the negligent homicide of a nineteen year old college student Emily Rose (Jennifer Carpenter), one of his parishioners. The story of how Emily came to be in Father Moore's care is part of an elaborate series of events that leads to one extraordinary trial.

Laura Linney is Erin Bruner, Father Moore's lawyer. An agnostic, Erin is on the lookout for a promotion at her big money law firm and takes on Father Moore's case with the hopes of a partnership. Erin is coming off another high profile case where she got a guy everyone thought was guilty off on a charge of murder. Now struggling with her conscience she finds herself defending Father Moore from charges that he allowed Emily Rose to die while he was in charge of her well being.

So how did Emily Rose die? There are two competing theories in the film. The first and most logical and rational is that Emily developed epilepsy that led to psychosis that caused her to have nightmarish visions and episodes of extreme behavior that included self-mutilation and violence towards her family and friends. Emily stopped eating and eventually starved to death.

However, according to Father Moore, Emily was not sick. Rather Emily was suffering from demonic possession. Satan and various other demons entered Emily's body, fought off the Father's attempt to exercise them and prevented Emily from eating. Campbell Scott plays the prosecuting attorney, Ethan Thomas who quickly makes a farce of the defense's case with simple logical questions and scientific medical testimony.

The trial aspect of Emily Rose is the film's biggest problem. The script saddles the beleaguered Laura Linney with a defense that is so patently ridiculous that she never had a chance of winning any audience member with an ounce of critical thinking ability. I don't want to give away what the defense is, one of the joys of the film is the derisive laugh one has at the expense of the poor lawyer who might think it could work. I will say that it would not have lasted two minutes on an episode of "Perry Mason" or even the light headed "L.A Law".

Campbell Scott as the prosecutor is terrific at presenting his side not merely with a dismissive cast of his eyes skyward while the defense presents its case, though that might have been all it would take to win over the audience. No, Scott also brings eloquence and cold hard reason to the role and looks very much like a real prosecutor. There is a moment during one of the defense witness testimonies where the prosecutor objects to a question and when asked what his objection is he replies "Oh I don't know, silliness", as if he were speaking for the audience.

For her part Laura Linney, one of my all time favorite actresses, can do very little with a role so poorly conceived. Given the defense as it is written in the script has absolutely no hope of convincing anyone and Linney is left to present it with as much dignity as possible and in that respect she made it work. She never allows herself to look as foolish as the script might make her seem.

The script is written by Paul Harris Boardman and director Scott Derrickson and is fascinating for how inept the courtroom scenes are and for how effective the flashbacks to the exorcism are. In the execution of the horror part of the film, Derrickson's direction is very strong as are the characters of Father Moore and Emily.

It's like watching two different movies at once.

The flashbacks to Emily in college where her strange visions and behavior begins are surprisingly strong. Never merely imitating The Exorcist, Director Scott Derrickson shows a great flair and style and brings some old school scares to this otherwise dreary flick. A scene late in the film set inside a barn in a heavy rainstorm is very effective in building tension, and is followed by another effective scene, a dream sequence, in which Emily is visited by the Virgin Mary.

Scenes of faces melting into demonic menace, black cloaked demons and  blood dripping walls are all used to very cool effect and show that Derrickson knows how to direct a good horror movie. But when the scene shifts to the courtroom the film becomes laughable. The worst part is that there were many feasible opportunities to fix this aspect of the film with some simple courtroom logic. Any first year law student could have made a very strong case in Father Moore's favor. Instead the script opts for a defense that no one in their right mind would buy.

The courtroom drama is farce as are the non-flashback scenes outside the court as when Father Moore advises Erin to 'beware of the dark forces surrounding the case'.  Oooh scary. There is also a supremely lame bit where Erin, like Emily and like Father Moore, continuously wakes up at 3:00 AM. This same clock bit was lame when it was used in the remake of Amityville Horror this past spring and in the Bob De Niro flick Hide and Seek back in January.

The film is based on a true story. In Germany in the late sixties a teenage girl became violently, mentally ill. Rather than treat her medically, which would have meant commitment to a mental hospital, the girl's family turned her over to the church which received permission from the Vatican to perform an exorcism. The girl died from starvation and the priests involved and the girl's parents were all tried for manslaughter.

That is a great basis for drama and horror and a logical examination of faith and the limits of science, something I'm sure The Exorcism Of Emily Rose was striving to convey. However, in executing this idea something was lost in the translation. We have half of a good movie and half of a ludicrous episode of Ally McBeal, only with fewer intentional laughs.

Movie Review I Am Number 4

I Am Number 4 (2011) 

Directed by D.J Caruso

Written by Alfred Gough, Miles Millar, Marti Noxon 

Starring Alex Pettyfer, Timothy Olyphant, Teresa Palmer, Dianna Agron, Kevin Durand

Release Date February 18th, 2011

Published February 18th, 2011

If the half baked Twilight novels can ride teenage Vampires and Chastity to box office bonanza why can't a half baked story about teenage aliens and chastity do the same. That is the unspoken origin story of “I Am Number 4” a supremely lame attempt to clone the success of “Twilight” by trading angsty vamps for angsty aliens.

Number 4 (Alex Pettyfer), alternately referred to as Daniel or John looks like any other handsome teenager but that Number 4 designation kind of tips off the fact that there is more to him than meets the eye. Number 4 is an alien being from the planet Lorian. He is hiding on earth with his warrior bodyguard, Henri (Timothy Olyphant), while he waits for his powers, known to his people as Legacies, to be revealed.

Meanwhile, his numbered brethren are being hunted down by the evil Mogadorians who destroyed Lorien. The Mogadorians have killed 1,2,3 and are now on the trail of Number 4. After nearly revealing himself as an alien living in Florida, Number 4 and Henri move to Paradise, Ohio where Henri hopes to find a human with important information.

In Paradise Number 4 becomes John and begins attending High School because the plot needs him to. At school John meets and falls in love with Sarah Hart (Dianna Agron, Glee). He also by chance befriends Sam (Callan McAullife), the son of the man Henri came to Paradise to find. What luck that Sam has what Henri needs, a rock containing a link between the remaining numbered Lorians.

You don't have to be a psychic to know that I Am Number 4 is building toward a showdown between Number 4 and Mogadorians and that he will likely win this showdown as many sequels ride on his 
winning. Director D.J Caruso brings a modest amount of skill to keeping us distracted from the inevitability of this plot but the material is too weak to keep all the seams from showing.

”I Am Number 4” is a naked cash grab; a supremely lame attempt to lure in “Twilight” fans for a new, easily sequelized, franchise built on iconic genre creatures, aliens instead of Vampires, and great looking actors who do little else than look good. Not to demean young star Alex Pettyfer too much. Pettyfer is a really handsome kid hamstrung by a part that doesn't offer him any challenge.

Pettyfer along with Glee star Dianna Agron and Teresa Palmer, who plays yet another numbered Lorian, Number 6 for those who care, are all great looking and if that were all it took to make a movie work they would have a real hit on their hands. Those of us however, who go to movies for more than just the ogling of pretty people will find “I Am Number 4” lacking.

”I Am Number 4” was the brainchild of legendary liar and literary fraud James Frey who has found another money making scam, young adult fiction. Under the odd pseudonym 'Pittacus Lore' he and co-writer Jobie Hughes have demonstrated just how easy Twilight has made it for hacks to crack the book biz these days. 

Take a legendary genre character, in this case aliens, throw them in a high school setting. Give them bullies and bad guys; teen angst and a little chaste romance and cook for 30 minutes. Bang! You've got a young adult bestseller just aching for a Hollywood adaptation. 

The cynicism pours from every scripted word of “I Am Number 4” and while I don't blame the young actors involved, everyone else in this production should be (but are not) ashamed of this movie. It's our fault for giving them such an easy in, it was our culture that allowed “Twilight” to thrive. As long as we don't ask for more than just pretty, stupid movies then “I Am Number 4” is what Hollywood is going to give us.

Movie Review: Zola

Zola (2021) 

Directed by Janicza Bravo 

Written by Janicza Bravo, Jeremy Harris

Starring Taylour Paige, Colman Domingo, Riley Keough, Nicholas Braun

Release Date June 30th, 2021 

Published August 21st, 2022 

Zola is a breath of fresh air in modern cinema. Based on a larger than life story from a Twitter thread, of all places, Zola tells a story of modern sexuality, female friendship, empowerment, and the American sexual marketplace in a suitably surreal fashion. The film was adapted and directed by Janicza Bravo, an exciting new filmmaker whose candy colored visuals are a lovely comment on the dark, almost neo-noir story she’s telling. 

Zola stars newcomer Taylour Paige as Zola, a waitress and part time exotic dancer, who meets and falls in lust with Stefani (Riley Keough), a customer at the Hooters style restaurant where Zola works. Whether or not the attraction between Zola and Stefani is sexual in nature is up to your imagination, however the film keeps the nature of that fluid in a manner that recognizes how so much of millennial culture is based on sexual fluidity. 

The surreally captured scene of Zola and Stefani vibing with each other crackles with tension and excitement and is a terrific set up for the story about to be told. Zola and Stefani exchange phone numbers and text messages and soon enough, Stefani invites Zola for a weekend of getting paid easy money, touring strip clubs in Florida. Stefani claims that she has a hook up who can get them stage time at a series of popular clubs for good money and Zola is eager for the money. 

Things, naturally, take a turn once the trip actually begins. Stefani has invited her boyfriend, a dupe named Derrek (Nicholas Braun), who is certainty in love with Stefani and blind to how Stefani truly feels about him. Also joining in on this journey is a man Stefani calls her ‘roommate,’ Zola has no idea what his name is. The roommate is played by Colman Domingo and he immediately gives off the impression that he is a bad dude. 

Zola is right to be suspicious as soon after they arrive at their cockroach infested Florida motel, the Roommate takes them to the club and leaves poor Derrek behind. He then books a separate room at a much nicer hotel and when the girls are done stripping, they are shown to this room where the real purpose of this so-called ‘ho trip’ is revealed. Zola must find a way to fend for herself while also looking out for Stefani, even if it is all Stefani’s fault that Zola is in this mess. 

The real A’ziah ‘Zola’ King was made to be a social media star. With her natural wit and charisma, it’s no surprise that her 2015 Twitter thread about this ‘ho trip’ to Florida became an immediate sensation. King captures the way young people talk in frank and uncompromising terms. She’s fully self-possessed and brilliantly detailed in her storytelling and that Janicza Bravo captures that unique, brash, and fresh voice so perfectly is what makes Zola the movie so remarkable. 

The movie makes sex work look borderline mundane and yet dangerous all at once. As Zola navigates this bizarre trip, taking mental Twitter notes the whole way, she is both a figure of motherly concern for Stefani and a very pissed off co-worker. Taylour Paige embodies the bizarre dynamic of Zola beautifully as her attitude tells us more than any dialogue ever could. Her suspicion of Stefani and her ‘roommate,’ her being completely over the whole sex work dynamic that Stefani has brought upon the trip, and her strong sense of self-protection and wit, are a refreshing way to experience a character. 

You might suspect a movie based on a Twitter feed would be thin and not particularly artful but you would be assuming wrong about Zola. Zola is brimming with wit and invention. It’s a frank and bitter dark comedy and simply a well told story from beginning to end. The characters are fascinating and the performances are uniformly brilliant, each bringing a different and electric energy to the movie. Taylour Paige is a revelation as Zola, a rare fully formed female character on the big screen. For such a young actress to be this assured and charismatic is a true wonder to watch. 

Then there is director Janicza Bravo whose work is the equal of her young star. Bravo has complete mastery of her aesthetic and a remarkably well placed confidence in her actors. Zola is an exceptional announcement of a new directorial talent. Based on this confident, smart, exciting movie you can't help but be excited about what Janicza Bravo will do next. 

Movie Review: Wallace and Gromit

Wallace and Gromit The Curse of the Were-Rabbit (2005)

Directed by Nick Park, Steve Box

Written by Steve Box, Nick Park, Mark Burton, Bob Baker

Starring Peter Sallis, Ralph Fiennes, Helena Bonham Carter, Peter Kay

Release Date October 7th, 2005

Published October 8th, 2005 

Recently Aardman studios, home to the famous stop motion animation duo Wallace and Gromit and their plasticine cousins from the 1999 hit  Chicken Run, burned to the ground. The building and everything inside was lost. On the bright side however W & G creator Nick Park, while out on a worldwide promotional tour for the pair's first feature length film Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of The Were-Rabbit, had with him one of the many clay models of Wallace and Gromit used in the movie.

This guarantees that Wallace and Gromit, despite the tragic loss of their home, will be back again. This is wonderful news considering that their feature debut is a wildly entertaining kiddie flick with a great heart and a nice lesson wrapped up in a technological marvel of filmmaking technique.

The tiny English village home to the beloved duo of Wallace and Gromit is abuzz over the big vegetable festival. When I say big vegetable festival I mean BIG vegetable festival. All of the villagers are engaged in growing the largest veggies ever seen for Lady Tottington (voiceed by Helena Bonham Carter) and her family's 518th annual vegetable festival.

Unfortunately, the town has a bit of a rabbit problem. The cute and fuzzy bunnies of the world have converged on the town and only Wallace and Gromit and their pest control service, the cleverly monikered Anti-Pesto, can protect the town's giant veggies by employing Wallace's latest invention, the Bun-Vac, a vacuum powered device that allows W & G to collect all of the rabbits in a way that does not harm them.

Lady Tottington, hosting the festival at her massive estate also has a rabbit problem that requires Anti-Pesto's attention. Wallace and Gromit show up to take care of it and Wallace is immediately smitten. Lady Tottington has another suitor in the scheming jerk Victor Quartermaine (voiced by Ralph Fiennes), a hunting enthusiast with a mean dog.

The plot kicks in with yet another new invention of Wallace's, a mind control device that he hopes will change the minds of the rabbits from veggie-lovers to cheeseheads. Things naturally go awry and soon a very large rabbit, still very much a veggie lover, is terrorizing the countryside threatening to cancel the big festival. Can Wallace and Gromit track down this giant rabbit and save the festival or will Victor Quartermaine and his big game hunting get him first?

This lovingly crafted tale of friendship, vegetables and PETA friendly animal control is wonderfully realized with a fillmmaking technology that is truly astonishing. In a five year process the animators manipulated the characters movements frame by frame. On a good day three seconds of usable footage was a major accomplishment.

Augmenting the process with CGI effects Wallace and Gromit and their terrific supporting cast inhabit a magically realistic environment. So wonderfully crafted are the characters and sets in Curse of The Were-Rabbit that even the fingerprints occasionally found on the Plasticine characters are charming.

In his Oscar winning Wallace and Gromit short features, The Wrong Trousers and A Close Shave, director Nick Park developed a style of simple storytelling that is safe for kids without being condescending. Wallace and Gromit are lovable, fun characters that you want to watch and hope succeed in whatever adventure they take up.

The duo's feature debut is the perfect culmination of that simple style of storytelling combined with innovative technology and just plain hard work. Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of The Were-Rabbit is an extraordinary little film. The team at Aardman Studios is rivaled only by the computer magicians at Pixar in their combination of craftsmanship and storytelling.

For kids of all ages Wallace and Gromit: Curse of the Were-Rabbit ranks right up there with Finding Nemo, Shrek and Monsters Inc. as a modern animation classic. Not just for kids, however, because it is so well accomplished, so detailed and so wonderfully optimistic. When the Oscar for best animated feature is announced in March 2006, don't be surprised when Nick Park and co-director Steve Box make their way to the podium to collect yet another Oscar.

Movie Review 2 Days in Paris

2 Days in Paris (2007) 

Directed by Julie Delpy 

Written by Julie Delpy 

Starring Julie Delpy, Adam Goldberg, Daniel Bruhl 

Release Date May 17th, 2007 

Published May 17th, 2007 

Julie Delpy, so enchanting opposite Ethan Hawke in Richard Linklater's indelible double feature Before Sunrise and Before Sunset, brings that Linklater influence to her directorial debut 2 Days In Paris. No Sunrise/Sunset clone is this. 2 Days In Paris is similar in theme and content to her influences, but the characters she has created for herself and Adam Goldberg are wholly her own. Smart, funny, sexy and very French 2 Days In Paris unfolds the realistic twists and turns of a couple under the strain of a two year, where is this thing headed, relationship and a cross Europe vacation that concludes with a visit to Paris and a meet the parents situation unlike anything you've ever experienced, I would hope.

Marion (Julie Delpy) and Jack (Adam Goldberg) have been together two years and though they seem happy where they are, a couple can't be together two years without talk of the future looming overhead. They have spent the past two weeks all over Italy on what was supposed to be a romantic vacation. It has been romantic, occasionally, but Jack has been sick and Marion has been looking ahead to her visit home to Paris. They are laying over two days in Marion's old apartment, she keeps it though they live together in New York.

While there Jack will meet Marion's parents, Anna (Marie Pillet) and Jeannot (Albert Delpy, Julie's real father). Meeting the parents is always awkward but when you literally don't speak the language it can be interminable. Then there are Marion's friends, mostly men, some of them ex's. Naturally Jack is a little insecure and these being French men things get a little more uncomfortable, talk of sex is more open and every conversation is rich with flirtation and entirely in French. That language, so romantic sounding that even the most innocuous compliment sounds like poetry.

All of the strain of a foreign vacation, Marion's parents, Marion's past and Jack's insecurities finally comes to a head and we get scenes of exceptionally smart and wrenching dialogue between two people who communicate a depth and history to their relationship without having to explain it. The tiny jokes, the offhand insults, the little things that make a life between two people are the things that director Julie Delpy captures so beautifully. When we arrive at the more difficult conversations, the tough moments, we are not taking sides, rather we are invested in both characters and this relationship as if we had something at stake in them being together. That is exceptional work.

Adam Goldberg is an actor that can be difficult to take. His characters are all the same, neurotic, New Yorkers, constantly angst ridden and on the edge of an angry explosion. In 2 Days in Paris, as familiar as this character is, there is a little more nuance to it. Goldberg is more in control of his tics and mannerisms here than I've seen him before. He's a little more emotional and in touch with his feelings and though he still has that sarcastic armor that is his calling card, it's part of a richer character. As put off by his act as I'm sure some of you are, you will find it fits this character well.

As for the actress Julie Delpy, she is typically magnificent. I'm sure Ms. Delpy has made some bad movies but when she in her element, romance, France, she is ethereal. This character is more complicated and screwed up than the romantic heroine of Before Sunrise and Before Sunset so she must find different ways of getting us to root for her and somehow, even after some major meltdowns and questionable decisions we root for her and wish for her. It's a terrific performance made all the more impressive because she was directing herself.

Talky, provocative, smart and very funny, 2 Days In Paris is one of the movies I wish I would have seen before I listed my best movies of the year. It is that good. The influence of Richard Linklater has done well for Julie Delpy but 2 Days In Paris is her baby and it is quite beautiful. It is soon to be on DVD and you must check it out.

Movie Review I Don't Know How She Does It

I Don't Know How She Does It (2011) 

Directed by Douglas McGrath

Written by Aline Brosh McKenna 

Starring Sarah Jessica Parker, Pierce Brosnan, Greg Kinnear, Christina Hendricks, Kelsey Grammer, Olivia Munn, Seth Meyers 

Release Date September 16th, 2011 

Published September 17th, 2011

I Don’t Know How She Does It begins with the oddity of characters speaking directly to the camera about the main character, Kate, played by Sarah Jessica Parker. It’s done in a documentary style but the thing is, there is no documentary aspect to the movie. Essentially, this is a hoary device that the movie can rely on without having to explain.

I Don’t Know How She Does It is marked by this kind of sloppiness. This very typical romantic comedy flubs details repeatedly in order to reach the moments that it wants to reach; never mind the fact that the audience is not reaching those moments with the movie, but in spite of it.

Sarah Jessica Parker is Kate Reddy; super-mom. Kate works a big job as an investment banker yet still finds time for bake sales and birthday parties. Even though her job requires her to travel a lot, Kate’s kids and her husband Richard never want for her time and attention.

That changed a few months late last year–apparently the story is told in flashback though again, the structure is so sloppy–when Kate took on the biggest project of her career. Kate has landed a major meeting with Jack (Pierce Brosnan) from the New York office. When she nails the meeting, Kate finds herself busier than ever.

Screenwriter Aline Brosh McKenna has long been fascinated by the ways in which women balance career and private life. Her script for The Devil Wears Prada turns on the question of work ambition versus life away from work. In 27 Dresses, Katherine Heigl’s character created a personal life at work only to find it was a fantasy.

In Morning Glory, Rachel McAdams’ TV producer was ready to dump her man because he refused to accept her dedication to her job. When I read that McKenna had written I Don’t Know How She Does It, I assumed this would be her thesis statement on the topic of balance between work and home.

Instead, I Don’t Know How She Does It is a sub-sitcom level comedy about a mess of a woman, her messy life and the boring complications foisted upon her by the conventions of a boring movie. The ideas that McKenna enjoys examining are there but they exist not as ideas worth discussing but as boring romantic comedy roadblocks.

The only interesting performance in I Don’t Know How She Does It, among a cast that includes Greg Kinnear, Busy Phillipps, Christina Hendricks, Seth Meyers, Olivia Munn and Kelsey Grammer, is from Pierce Brosnan. The former 007 is completely charming in I Don’t Know How She Does It and for a time, he elevates the plot from the cliched depths of lame romantic comedy.

I can’t say that I Don’t Know How She Does It is disappointing, as the trailers did little to instill confidence. However, I did hope that screenwriter Aline Brosh McKenna might sneak a few ideas into the film. Sadly, she failed and what we get is a mediocre sitcom pilot complete with storylines that could continue for endless banal weeks on any network or maybe Lifetime.

Documentary Review: Whitey The United States V James Bulger

Whitey The United States Vs. James Bulger (2014) 

Directed by Joe Berlinger

Written by Documentary 

Starring Whitey Bulger

Release Date January 18th, 2014

Published January 18th, 2014 

I sit here thoroughly depressed and deeply moved. Joe Berlinger's "Whitey: The United States of America V. James J. Bulger" has wrecked me. The case that Berlinger lays out against the FBI and aspects of the Justice Department is thorough, damning and terrifyingly true. That Whitey Bulger is a horrible murderous individual is not in question. How the government made use of Bulger during his time being a horrible murderous individual is as criminal as any crime Bulger committed. 

What are we to do when the people charged with enforcing our laws flaunt those laws. It's the question we've confronted since we first hired men to be police officers and prosecutors. That these, our most trusted individuals can be corrupted is not surprising. When these same men make criminals of us all through their actions however, it's not so much surprising as appalling and terrifying. That's what the FBI and the Justice Department did, they made criminals of us all under the guise of fighting a just fight. 

From the late 70's through the early 90's members of Boston's FBI and Justice Department aided and abetted the life of the murderer Whitey Bulger. Bulger, you see, was uniquely positioned to be of use to them as a supposed FBI informant. However, Bulger was not and never has been an FBI informant. Rather, Bulger's name as a criminal was used as a cover by lazy, venal FBI agents and Justice officials to gain access to members of La Cosa Nostra, the Italian mob. 

Placing Bulger's name on an informant list lent credibility to flimsy prosecution requests that indeed did lead to the capture and conviction of criminals equal to and greater than Whitey Bulger. Indeed, one could argue that while leaving Bulger free under the guise of being an informant to kill whom he pleased, may have saved more lives than Bulger's actions ever took. You could argue that if you were capable of the kind of evil calculus that made people like Whitey Bulger possible. 

Do the ends justify the means? That may be a question you ask. Lives were saved when evidence uncovered using Bulger's name put away members of the Anguilo crime family; the Anguilo's were killers just like Whitey. But ask yourself this: Who should decide who lived and who died? Who's to say that the lives saved by putting away the Anguilo's were worth more than the lives lost by those killed by Whitey Bulger and the members of his crime family. Members of Boston's law enforcement community, the FBI and the Justice Department made themselves into Gods and decided fates. What gave them the right? 

"Whitey" forces you to confront this question. "Whitey" demands that when you begin considering the math in who lived and who died by what murderous thug that you look into the eyes of the wife of Michael Donahue, a man killed for being in the wrong place at the wrong time and explain why the life of her husband was mathematically convenient for American law enforcement. The facts are indisputable that if law enforcement had done its job Whitey Bulger would have been in prison long before Michael Donahue died. Whitey was allowed to take the life of Michael Donahue, husband and father, because Whitey's life made life easier for a group of lazy, fat, FBI criminals and Justice officials. 

It gets even more disgusting than the simple actions of a few corrupt FBI Agents and a few prosecutors however. Even after Whitey Bulger was captured and brought to trial last year, after nearly 15 years on the run, the Justice Department continued the deception and maintained their lie so as not to lose the tainted evidence they gained from his name. The supposedly heroic members of the Justice Department who put away one of "America's Most 10 Most Wanted Criminals," are perpetuating the crimes their predecessors committed because they don't want to confront the work that would be needed to clean up this mess. 

Prosecutor Michael Kelly who's been feted as much as anyone for his hard-nosed prosecutorial tactics in the Bulger case even goes as far as to attack the one heroic member of the FBI who tried to expose Bulger in the midst of worst criminal years and make him a target. Bob Fitzpatrick called Bulger's installation as an upper echelon informant into question in the early 80's and was shouted down before being drummed out of the FBI. When he tells this story in court, even as he is corroborating cases against Bulger, he is treated as a criminal for pointing out the corruption that allowed Bulger to be a murderous criminal for so long. Why? To maintain the convenient lie: That Whitey Bulger was an informant.

Documentary Review: American Meme

The American Meme (2018) 

Directed by Bert Marcus 

Written by Documentary 

Starring Paris Hilton, Josh Ostrovsky, Hailey Baldwin, D.J Khaled

Release Date December 7th, 2018 

Published December 7th, 2018

American Meme is a recent document on Netflix that tells the story of a group of people who are ‘internet famous.’ What that means essentially is that they have achieved a level of notoriety on Instagram that has reached a level that in some ways transcends our popular culture. The documentary was directed by Bert Marcus as a rather dim profile of these internet famous people other than an actual investigation of this truly bizarre phenomenon. 

The documentary opens on Paris Hilton. In case you perhaps thought that her pop culture profile had diminished since she hasn’t been on television in several years, Hilton is still out there and her medium of choice is Instagram where she has more than 50 million followers. The main takeaway from this short segment is how according to Hilton herself, her family is concerned about how much time she spends with her online fans, including allowing them to stay at her house. 

The film proceeds next, and briefly, into the life of Brittary Furlan who has made her life on social media. Furlan does characters, impressions and straight up goofy nonsense. The documentary captures her as she is first performing an impression of Paris Hilton and then sets herself up for a photo shoot in which she recreates a famous Beyonce pose while holding an oversized burrito. The scene ends sadly when she finds that a rival called The Fat Jewish has recreated the same pose. 

Josh Ostrovsky is better known as The Fat Jewish, don’t ask about the name. The film details mostly his pictures with his dogs and his love of Paris Hilton. The Fat Jewish was famous most recently for stealing bits from comedians and posting them on his Instagram as his own jokes but America Meme does nothing to cover Josh Ostrovsky’s controversial side. Instead they allowed him to play up how he managed to get invited to the Washington Correspondents Dinner and got a picture with President Obama. 

This vapid documentary is nearly nearly as vapid as the meme worthy people it portrays. Model Emily Ratajkowski shows up for a moment to talk about how she became famous in Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines video and then she’s gone. DJ Khaled is another celebrity featured talking about how he documents nearly every aspect of his life on Instagram. Everything from his breakfast, lunch and dinner to his successes as a rap music producer. 

The worst of those profiled is a photographer named Kirill whose fame is based basically on light pornography, not unlike Girls Gone Wild. Kirll’s interview is hard to watch as his obnoxiousness radiates through the screen. I don’t have a problem with nudity, I am not a prude, I just really don’t like this guy based off of the interviews in American Meme. Kirill has been repeatedly kicked off of Instagram until he finally changed his name to SlutWhisperer and suddenly the platform just let him be for whatever reason. At least the name indicates his obnoxiousness. 

Kathy Hilton is the only person who really comes off well in this movie. According to what is in this documentary, she never wanted this for her daughters. Based on this information, much of what became Paris Hilton’s infamy came without her mother’s influence. Kathy is portrayed not as some out of touch stage mom, but a reasonable and concerned parent who expresses genuine concern regarding the ways in which her daughter’s celebrity emerged. 

American Meme briefly flirts with something meaningful in both the relationship between Kathy and Paris and in dealing directly and honestly with Paris’s sex tape. Paris expresses genuine sadness  over how the tape came to be. When Paris talks about how the tape changed her life and prevented her from reaching her potential, it’s honestly moving. It’s hard to feel much sympathy for someone of such ludicrous privilege but I can say I did feel for her here. 

That’s about as close to depth as you are going to get in American Meme. The documentary is about the lowest form of modern celebrity. Instagram is this empty place full of self-involved, obnoxious people who have made ridiculous amounts of money for doing things that would have had them in detention in High School. Or there is Kirill who is basically a pornographer posing as a provocateur. 

If you are fascinated by the culture that your kids and grandkids are investing in, American Meme is kind of valuable in that way. It’s a cautionary warning to make sure that you are keeping a close eye on what your kids are doing on social media. Pay close attention to your kids and if they are following these people on social media, heed that and be afraid, be very, very afraid.

Documentary Review: Waiting for Superman

Waiting for Superman (2010) 

Directed by Davis Guggenheim 

Written by Documentary 

Starring Geoffrey Canada 

Release Date September 24th, 2010 

Published November 15th, 2010 

We should be ashamed of ourselves. The documentary “Waiting for Superman” from Oscar winning filmmaker Davis Guggenheim should make us all ashamed to look our children in the eyes. It’s our fault. We let this happen. Years and years of neglect and an inability to adjust to the times combined with an intractable group of teachers who we’ve allowed to slouch toward tenure have turned more than a third of the schools in the United States into what one expert calls ‘Failure factories.’

“Waiting for Superman” begins with an idealistic Davis Guggenheim looking back at the amazing, dedicated teachers he met while making his first documentary more than 10 years ago. A decade later Davis has kids and this fact has forced him to reassess his opinion of public schools. The fact is that with a little research Davis finds that the best place to assure his kids of a good education is a private school, even if this flies in the face of his liberal ideals.

Yes, Davis Guggenheim does not hide his political leanings, never has; he won an Oscar with Vice President Al Gore for “An Inconvenient Truth.” Politics aligns Guggenheim with the teacher’s union, a group whose funding of the national Democratic Party has lead to the party being called a ‘wholly owned subsidiary of the teacher’s union.’

Yet, it is also this union that is a big part of what is sinking our schools. A scourge of bad teachers shirking their duty to kids are leaving generations of our children unprepared for the road ahead of them. These teachers pass on kids who lack the skills needed to move forward only to get them out of their classroom. Then, this teacher is bounced from one school to another in the vain hope that the next bad teacher won’t be as bad as the one he/she replaced.

Not all teachers are bad and not all of our problems can be blamed on the teachers union but, Davis Guggenheim and “Waiting For Superman” make a persuasive case that teachers acting in their own self interest and union leaders who put bad teachers ahead of children, are driving schools into the ground to protect the jobs of teachers who deserve to be fired.

The best example of this in “Waiting for Superman” is found in Washington D.C, the single worst school district in the country. A reformer by the name of Michelle Rhee was named Superintendent in 2007. Her goal was to cut through the bureaucracy and move the millions of dollars that the district wasted on administration out to the schools. Once she began that shift; Ms. Rhee found that not only was bureaucracy dragging down D.C schools but an intractable union, braced by a tenure agreement was passing on generation after generation of unprepared and ill-educated children.

Michelle Rhee set about changing this as well and seemed to have a solution. She offered an exchange; teachers could get exorbitant pay increases, six figure salaries, if they gave up tenure.

Giving up tenure would allow the Superintendent to fire the failing teachers and reward the teachers who deserved it. The teachers union refused to even discuss the idea, giving up tenure would mean losing members and losing members equals losing power. D.C is the ultimate example of adults choosing their best interest over the interests of children. “Waiting for Superman” is not all criticism of the teacher union and the despair of lost children; there are heroes to be found here. Jeffrey Canada was an idealistic New York teacher who rose through the ranks to become an administrator in New York. Canada believed he could change the system that was creating so much poverty in Harlem, New York. Then he ran up against the teacher’s union.

Stymied by a union which wastes more than 100 million tax dollars per year on failing teachers, Jeffrey Canada moved to start a charter school, a non-union school that would select a small group of students and educate them in new and progressive ways. Jeffrey Canada’s Harlem Success Academy is changing the way kids are educated. Harlem Success Academy catches kids before they lose hope, before bad teachers rob them of their love of learning.

Jeffrey Canada is joined by other heroic educators who also have started charter schools and are showing astonishing results. In Texas and California; KIPP, Knowledge is Power Program, is delivering kids who are prepared to compete in the changing global economy.

In Los Angeles, Seed Academy is pulling kids out of impoverished homes and placing them in a boarding school that separates them from the violence, crime and apathy of the streets. Each of these schools has been around for nearly a decade and the results have been staggering. Unfortunately, thanks to the teacher’s unions, these charter schools can only take on a small number of kids.

Year after year these charter schools hold state mandated lotteries during which they choose 40 or 50 applications from hundreds of struggling parents desperate to rescue their child from the education system that, in most cases failed that parent in decades passed. Davis Guggenheim follows several families from Los Angeles to D.C to New York as they pray for a space in a charter school.

“Waiting for Superman” ends on a heart rending note as we watch several ordinary and sometimes extraordinary kids facing what could be the defining moment of their lives. If these kids do not get into Harlem Success, KIPP or Seed they will end up at failing middle schools and high schools. The most despairing example is an exceptionally bright, 6 year old Latina girl who if she loses out on the KIPP lottery in Los Angeles will be turned over to one of the worst schools in the country because that’s the district in which her struggling parents live.

These lotteries play like Sophie’s Choice on a massive scale. At one charter school we can save 60 students at another charter we can save 150 students and at still another charter we can save 10 or 20 students. Davis Guggenheim is very specific in choosing the families he chose to follow, kids who are in failing school districts who will end up at some of the worst schools in the country because of geography.

One might guess that only inner city schools are failing but that is not the case. Guggenheim travels to a posh suburban school in Silicon Valley that has nearly as many failing students as any inner city school. Even with a school that looks like a University parents are eager to get their children out and into a charter school that has shown an uncanny knack for sending kids to college and prepared to actually be in college.

This suburban palace school you see has a curriculum based on what is called tracking. Tracking is a system created during World War 2 and was meant to quickly identify traits in kids that could predict how their skills could be put to use in a very different workforce. The economic changes of the last 60 years have shifted the ground beneath us. We have evolved from a manufacturing economy to a thought economy that values a very different set of skills and yet schools continue tracking kids to jobs that are no longer relevant.

On the hopeful side, Guggenheim demonstrates quite clearly that kids are not failing in school, we are failing them. At Harlem Success Academy and KIPP and Seed, kids who in the past would have been written off as being incapable of learning or kids who would have been tracked into irrelevance and despair, are thriving and striving toward College and success.

“Waiting for Superman” is an act of bravery, a desperate cry for help and for change. It’s not about throwing more money at schools but about changing the way schools are set up. Teacher’s unions are protecting bad teachers for their own self interest and in doing so they are abandoning generations of kids to lives of despair, poverty and struggle.

We need to be embarrassed. We should be outraged. We tout the US as the greatest country in the world and yet we rank in the 20’s in terms of education worldwide. China, among others, is well ahead of us in math. When the companies in Silicon Valley go looking for Engineers they look to India because US schools are not turning out kids with the skill level to handle these exceptionally difficult and well paying jobs.

It is an embarrassment and an outrage. Republican or Democrat, you cannot watch “Waiting for Superman” and not come away outraged and ashamed. See “Waiting for Superman” and get involved in changing this abhorrent situation. There is still time to save several generations of kids but we must act now.

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