Movie Review The Italian Job

The Italian Job (2003) 

Directed by F Gary Gray 

Written by Donna Powers, Wayne Powers 

Starring Mark Wahlberg, Charlize Theron, Edward Norton, Seth Green, Jason Statham, Donald Sutherland

Release Date May 30th, 2003 

Published May 29th, 2003 

What is it with Mark Wahlberg and remakes of classic movies? Last year it was the Cary Grant spy flick Charade “reimagined” as The Truth About Charlie. And of course, you remember him in that ape movie. Now it's a 1969 caper flick better known for its car chase then its caper plot. Wahlberg takes the role once inhabited by Sir Michael Caine as a master thief who is double crossed by his partner and wants payback in The Italian Job.

The title is a reference to the film’s opening caper set against the canals of Venice. Inside a beautiful villa, a group of thieves led by Charlie (Wahlberg) and his former mentor John Bridger (Donald Sutherland, inheriting the role from none other than Noel Coward). The rest of the crew includes Charlie's second in command Steve (Edward Norton), the weapons expert Left Ear (Mos Def), the computer expert Lyle (Seth Green) and the wheelman Handsome Rob (Jason Statham).

The so-called Italian job comes off perfectly, and the crew is set to walk away with 35 million in gold. That is until Steve double crosses the crew, steals the gold and shoots John. Charlie and the rest of the crew are nearly killed attempting to get away, setting in motion the film’s revenge plot. Cut to Philadelphia where John's daughter Stella (Charlize Theron) works as a security expert, cracking uncrackable safes for the police department, a skill she picked up from her dad. When Charlie tells her that they have found Steve and plan on getting the gold back, she is down for some payback.

So what makes The Italian Job any different from the numerous heist flicks that have dotted the film landscape in recent years? Pretty much nothing. Like most films of its genre, it has double-crosses, twists, and action. It has murders, a gangster subplot and, of course, a supremely contrived, overly complicated series of heist scenes that involve all sorts of techno-gadgetry and split second timing but always break down to guys with guns.

I realize that it's difficult to criticize a remake for being unoriginal but I must protest the number of unoriginal, uninspired clichés the film employs. Particularly annoying is the use of the age-old reveal scene. The one in which it seems a character is doing one thing but it turns out they are doing something entirely different. In this case, it's Theron cracking a safe, seeming to rob it but in reality, she's cracking it for the cops, as per her job as a security expert. Ugh.

Director F. Gary Gray's one weapon against the been-there-done-that story is his unique visual style and slickness. Gray has that music video honed talent for pacing. It comes from condensing songs to three or four minute visuals for MTV and it's a talent that will someday be recognized. That talent serves Gray well in keeping the audience from thinking too long about the film’s familiar story elements.

Gray is also blessed with an excellent cast headed up by Mark Wahlberg. I'm starting to notice Wahlberg's real knack for melting from topline star into ensemble player. He did it in The Truth About Charlie where he clearly gave the movie away to Thandie Newton. He also did it in Planet of The Apes where, though he was clearly the hero, he still allowed the ape suited Helena Bonham Carter every opportunity to stand in the spotlight. Here, teamed with a charismatic crew of Jason Statham, Mos Def and Seth Green, Wahlberg has an ensemble worthy of ceding the spotlight to. And though I loath to admit it, I actually enjoyed the work of Charlize Theron, who until this film had been to me like nails on a chalkboard.

The Italian Job is familiar and predictable but not dull. It's another Saturday night rental worthy of sitting next to Wahlberg's The Truth About Charlie and Statham's The Transporter and Gray's The Negotiator. Slight, witty action movies that may lack substance but never lacks entertainment value.

Documentary Review Jonas Brothers: The 3D Concert Experience

Jonas Brothers: The 3D Concert Experience (2009) 

Directed by Bruce Hendricks 

Documentary 

Starring The Jonas Brothers, Joe Jonas, Kevin Jonas, Nick Jonas, Demi Lovato, Taylor Swift 

Release Date February 27th, 2009

Published February 27th, 2009 

After watching the new Jonas Brothers 3D spectacular I am curious about something. It's something that occurs in most movies or music videos featuring teen idols. It's the scene where the idols run down the street chased by a mob of screaming fans. I can't help but wonder: What would the fans do if they caught their idol? Would it turn into some kind of twisted Misery fan scenario where a girl takes the boy hero home and makes him sing in her basement forever? Or would the fans just paw the idol to death? Whatever would happen, the whole chase just doesn't seem all that well thought out.

I pondered this question for a while as I patiently endured the pop banalities of the latest pre-fab pop idols to storm our culture, The Jonas Brothers, Nick, Joe and .... um ... Kevin. Kevin. The Jonas Brothers are three charming, energetic young kids who work hard on stage even as their music doesn't work to hard on the brain.

The Brothers began life as musical prodigies until their big break on the Hannah Montana show. Soon Disney was throwing money at the brothers and their own TV specials and series at them and girls were flipping out at the sight of the brothers. All of this while they somehow managed to keep their boyish sensibilities and a chastity that has become a whole identity, the boys where purity rings and their promise to stay chaste till marriage seems more earnest commitment than marketing ploy.

That I don't suspect anything of the boys is quite something. There is no wink or nod to the Jonas's act and their success and that of Hannah Montana among others indicates that, at least for a little while, the age of irony is over. Whether that is good or bad depends on your perspective. The age of irony was fun early on but as it aged it became cynical to the point of intentional ugliness.

However, the post-irony era has its pitfalls and the Jonas's demonstrate some of them. Like an overall lack of critical thinking. Fans of the brothers are so earnestly devoted that one wonders if a cult is being formed. I realize it's likely no different than the devotion shown to previous pop idols but regardless, my creep factor was piqued by some scenes in this movie.

I wonder honestly and in my own way earnestly whether the banal, forgettable tunes of the Jonas Brothers will cripple the critical thinking of some fans and begin a pattern in them where they don't ask more of their heroes than bland pleasantries and shy good looks. Myself, I want my kid asking more of their idols.

Despite my reservations though Jonas Brothers: The 3D Concert Experience is fairly harmless. My advice to parents of Jonas fans, gather a group of parents to go to the movie and then draw straws to decide which sacrificial parent will have to actually sit through the movie while the others go for drinks or maybe see a different movie. Really, why should every parent have to suffer.

Movie Review The Life of David Gale

The Life of David Gale (2003) 

Directed by Alan Parker 

Written by Charles Randolph 

Starring Kevin Spacey, Kate Winslet, Laura Linney, Gabriel Mann 

Release Date February 21st, 2003 

Published February 20th, 2003 

It seems that in all of my reviews of Kevin Spacey's movies I end up asking, “What has happened to Kevin Spacey?”

I always begin by recalling how brilliant he was in Seven, The Usual Suspects and his star making turn in American Beauty. It is because I WAS such a big fan of Spacey that I long to remember why I was a fan. Spacey's last four films have done a lot to make me forget how great Spacey once was. The Shipping News, K-Pax, Pay It Forward, and Ordinary Decent Criminal are all terrible films that don't meet the standards of Spacey's previous work and are really not even in the ballpark with his best performances.

I still believe Spacey can turn it around with one great role. His last four films and his previous brilliant works represent two extremes which leads us to our point, to which extreme does his new film The Life Of David Gale go? Well with early Oscar buzz quickly shifting to a scramble by producers to get it out of the way of the competitive December market, the buzz wasn't good. Sadly, the film lives up to the bad buzz.

As the title character, Professor David Gale, Spacey is the head of the philosophy department at a Texas college and the lead spokesman for Deathwatch, an anti-death penalty lobbying group. However, when we first meet Professor he is behind bars and awaiting a lethal injection on Texas's death row. David Gale was convicted of the murder of a fellow death penalty activist, Constance Halloway (Laura Linney). Her nude and battered body was found on her kitchen floor with a bag over her head and her hands handcuffed behind her back. Every piece of evidence points at Professor Gale, his fingerprints were found on the bag and his semen was found in the victim.

Gale still maintains his innocence and agrees to an interview with a New York journalist just four days before his execution. The journalist is Bitsey Bloom (Kate Winslet) and it's unclear why Gale chose her. She has never written about the death penalty and has only a vague knowledge of his case, which has made national headlines simply based on the irony of a death penalty activist on death row. In fact, it is that very irony that fuels Gale's paranoid defense that a conspiracy has landed him on death row. 

In flashback, Gale details his relationship with Constance, which he claims was that of good friends and nothing more. Gale talks about his wife leaving him and taking his son to live in Spain. He openly discusses his drinking problem and finally the affair that sent his life into a tailspin. After a student offers to do anything to raise her grade, the good professor tells the student to study harder. That student is expelled for her bad grades. After that same student shows up at a party Gale attended, Gale is seduced and later accused of rape. The former student's revenge on Professor Gale is to accuse him of rape, she soon after dropped the charges but the stigma of the charges cost Gale his job. As Gale is explaining his story to Bitsey, a mystery is unfolding involving a shady cowboy (Matt Craven) and a videotape that may prove Gale's innocence.

To tell you anymore would spoil the film’s supposedly shocking twists. Director Allan Parker's ham handed direction tips off the twists well ahead of time but you should be disgusted by this film’s lunkheadedness on your own. The film is supposed to be a message picture about how horrible the death penalty is but the film hammers it's message home in such a way that the audience couldn't care less if Gale gets the needle or not. 

Surrounding the anti death penalty screed, is a mystery plot so convoluted as to murder credibility. The film’s mystery relies on the journalist being such a dope that her magazine would actually pay a half million dollars to get the interview with Gale, when he should be begging for interviews to prove his innocence instead of charging exorbitant amounts of money. The Life of David Gale flies in the face of credibility and saddles it's wonderful stars with a plot so heavy handed and ridiculous that they really had no chance of recovering.

So there is a ray of hope for Spacey fans. At least this one wasn't entirely his fault.

Movie Review: The Seeker The Dark is Rising

The Seeker: The Dark is Rising (2007) 

Directed by David L Cunningham 

Written by John Hodge 

Starring Alexander Ludwig, Christopher Eccleston, Ian McShane, Frances Conroy 

Release Date October 5th, 2007

Published October 4th, 2007

Why are so many fantasy adventure heroes so whiny and ineffectual? Shoved along by the forces of good and basically forced to be heroes? Take, for instance, Will Stanton, the hero of The Seeker: The Dark Is Rising. Will is among the whiniest and most winsome heroes in film history. Constantly slowing the action to complain that his mission is too hard and that he's too young, Will makes The Seeker: The Dark Is Rising a slog to sit through.

Will Stanton (Alexander Ludwig) did not know, until his fourteenth birthday, that he is a member of a secret society. Will is secretly a member of The Light, a force that protects humanity from the forces of The Dark, led by The Rider (Christopher Eccleston). Not long after Will's birthday, The Rider is set to regain the strength that he has been denied for centuries but before he can do that, The Rider needs the trinkets gathered by The Seeker, to gain his full strength. You can probably guess who The Seeker turns out to be. 

Yes. Will just happens to be the seeker, or so he's told by Merriman (Ian McShane), the cryptic spokesman for the good guys, which also includes Miss Graythorne (Frances Conroy), Dawson (James Cosmo), and Old George (Jim Piddock). Merriman explains to Will that he can travel through time, summon great strength, and control fire as The Seeker. And still Will whines that the task will be too much for him. Nevertheless, it's up to Will to get the six elements that can restore the power of The Light or if the fall into the hands of the rider, bring about the rise of The Dark and the end of the world.

Directed by David L. Cunningham, and based on the popular novels of Susan Cooper, The Seeker: The Dark Is Rising is one of the lamest adventures in a good long while. I can't compare what is on the screen to what came from Susan Cooper's page except that Cooper's books are over 30 years old and the film has been modernized. Also, The Dark is Rising is the second in the 6 book series of The Seeker and thus truncates each of the first two books into this one 94 minute movie.

You can see and feel where corners were cut, even if you haven't read the books, because the plot of The Seeker: The Dark Is Rising is so full holes. The nonsense with The Rider, the characters who work for The Rider, and the motivations of the evil known as The Dark are murky and goofball. Just the fact that the evil of the film is just referred to as The Dark shows how little creative thought went into the evil side of the movie.

Not that the good is all that well defined. Calling the forces of good 'The Light' is certainly no more interesting than 'The Dark'. On the bright side, The Light is represented by Ian McShane and Frances Conroy to terrific character actors who need to take more care in choosing their roles. Both of these brilliant, dignified actors give their all to their work, sadly they are defeated by the poorly crafted script and by Alexander Ludwig's deeply awful performance. 

Whiny, ineffectual and shoved along by the plot, Ludwig's Will Stanton would let the world come to an end if he had his way. Were it not for the forces of The Light forcing him to be a hero, Will would simply accept the sweet embrace of death rather than have to learn, grow, and fight with honor for a cause he believes in. There is certainly nothing wrong with a reluctant hero, that's a fine source of dramatic conflict, but the makers of The Seeker: The Dark is Rising have the character Will Stanton do little more than whine and complain about his reluctance to be a hero. 

The Seeker: The Dark Is Rising fails on a number of levels but most damningly in the creation of its hero. I don't want to be too hard on young Alexander Ludwig, or harder than I already have been, but his Will Stanton is arguably the whiniest hero of all time. Constantly bleating about how it's too hard or he's too young or he can't even find the courage to talk to a girl, Will whines throughout the film and grows into one of the most annoying 'heroes' in the history of fantasy adventure.

Movie Review: The Secret Lives of Dentists

The Secret Lives of Dentists (2002) 

Directed by Alan Rudolph 

Written by Craig Lucas 

Starring Campbell Scott, Hope Davis, Denis Leary 

Release Date N/A 

Published November 25th, 2002 

Campbell Scott is one of those rare actors with an eye for a good script. His deliberateness has made him a darling of the indie scene ever since 1991's Dying Young and 1992's Singles threatened to pigeonhole him as a romantic leading man. His varied roles in films include Big Night, The Spanish Prisoner and last years remarkable if little seen Roger Dodger. For his latest role, Scott has taken yet another chameleon like turn. In The Secret Lives of Dentists, Scott plays a role that is the exact opposite of his role in Roger Dodger but with an equal amount of skill and bravery.

In Secret Lives, Scott is David Hurst, a dentist married to another dentist Dana Hurst (Hope Davis). They live together with three daughters and work together at their family dental practice. Like many marriages, the surface is perfect but simmering beneath is a cauldron of unrequited emotion and misunderstood feelings. As Dana is preparing for a local theater performance, David is being accosted by a difficult patient played by Denis Leary. Adding to David's problems is his youngest daughter who will only stop crying when he is around and refuses her mother.

With all of these distractions, it's not surprising that David is slow to realize his wife's straying affection. Dana is leaving work at odd hours, returning home later than expected and the final clue comes when David visits her backstage at her theater performance and sees her kissing another man. Dana has no idea that he saw her and the balance of the film is David deciding how to confront his wife.

This is not a new story, we've seen numerous takes on this same subject. What is different however is Campbell Scott's measured, intellectual performance and director Alan Rudolph's deft mix of David's inner and outer worlds. Denis Leary is at first a character in reality then he becomes part of David's conscience, functioning as a physical expression of David's unexpressed anger. Who better than the fireball comedian Leary to play rage?

The Secret Lives Of Dentists functions on a psychic level where most films can't. The script by Craig Lucas, adapted from a novella by Jane Smiley, plays out David's psyche with wit and smarts and without the gimmicky feel that usually comes with such a subject. Aside from one dream sequence in which Robin Tunney, David's dental assistant, sings the song Fever while Leary plays the trumpet, the film avoids obvious flights of fancy.

I really loved how the film dealt with David's inner turmoil as it's main story and balanced it with scenes of everyday family life that in reality wouldn't pause for marital crisis. The family in the film has everyday problems goings on. Kids have to get to school and bills have to be paid. And when one of the girls gets the flu, the illness works it's way through the whole family, a very real life relatable moment that would be pushed aside in most films in favor of heightened melodrama. Here, this detail is a reminder of all of the things constantly competing for everyone's attention. 

This is a terrific cast, Campbell Scott particularly. In a role that is a polar opposite of last year’s Roger Dodger, Scott shows range that his father, the legendary George C. Scott, would envy. The knock on Campbell Scott early in his career was that he would never achieve his father's powerful presence. What Campbell doesn't have in presence he makes up for in bravery, range and acting. Roger Dodger should have been his first Academy Award nomination, but it wasn't. Here's hoping that injustice can be made right by nominating him for this role

Movie Review: The Secret Life of Bees

The Secret Life of Bees (2008) 

Director Gina Prince Blythewood 

Written by Gina Prince Blythewood 

Starring Dakota Fanning, Queen Latifah, Alicia Keys Jennifer Russell, Sophie Okenedo, Paul Bettany

Release Date October 17th, 2008

Published October 16th, 2008 

The Secret Life of Bees is one of the most manipulative movies ever made. It takes lovable little Dakota Fanning, she of the apple cheeks and blond curls, and has her utter lines about being unlovable and never knowing her mom. Then, she is given a picture of her late, dead, mother holding her when she is a baby.

If you can get through these scenes without bawling like a baby you are a better man than me. Yes, The Secret Life of Bees is Machiavellian in it's pushy way but my heart did ache for this little girl and yes, I did cry. In an early 1960's I'm sure of someone's memory, if not exactly the collective historical memory, a little girl named Lily (Dakota Fanning) is running away from her bullying father (Paul Bettany). With her caretaker Rosaleen (Jennifer Hudson) in tow, Lilly makes her way to a small town in South Carolina where a memory of her mother exists.

A scrap of paper with a black Mother Mary on it leads Lilly and Rosaleen to a bright pink house where three sisters, August (Queen Latifah), June (Alicia Keyes) and May (Sophie Okenedo), live in a bright  make a very good living cultivating and selling honey. Lilly's mother indeed has a lingering presence here and though she tries to be a stranger, August knows the little girl isn't here by accident. Running parallel to Lilly's journey are the racial politics of the early 1960's. June spends her time registering voters while Rosaleen is beaten up for trying to register.

The racial politics get only a blush, the focus of director Gina Prince Blythewood's story remains focused on Lilly and her journey toward accepting her tragic past and the role of her mother in her life all too briefly. In sticking to this story, Blythewood is blessed with Fanning's winning innocence and Queen Latifah's comforting motherly presence. The scenes between Latifah and Fanning are charged with joy and sadness and love that permeates the whole production of The Secret Life of Bees. The film radiates warmth and good feelings, pausing only briefly to acknowledge the ugliness of the time period.

Many will fault The Secret Life Of Bees for not taking more care to describe the challenges of the timeperiod. Many of those criticisms will likely fall on the character of May played by Sophie Okenedo. Her character provides shorthand for dealing with the sadness of the times. It's a cheat, there is no denying it, but I willingly looked past it toward what is very good about The Secret Life of Bees because what is good, is often very good. 

And that good comes from Latifah and Fanning whose warm glow engulfs the audience and allows them and us to forget about all of the ugliness in the world, then and now, for just a little while. Yes, the moments are manipulative but they are manipulative in ways that work. I cried. I never cry. That tells me all I need to know about the effectiveness of The Secret Life of Bees.

Movie Review: The Savages

The Savages (2007) 

Directed by Tamara Jenkins

Written by Tamara Jenkins 

Starring Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Laura Linney, Phillip Bosco 

Release Date November 28th, 2007

Published January 31st 2008 

Brother and Siste, John (Phillip Seymour Hoffman) and Wendy (Laura Linney) Savage, haven't heard from their father in more than 20 years. That isn't such a bad thing, he wasn't a very good father anyway. Now, as he drifts off into dementia, he is thrust back into their lives. Having lived with a woman in Arizona for years when she passes away, dad is now their problem whether they like it or not. Placing dad in a nursing home not far from John's Buffalo new York home, John seems content to wait for dad's last days. Wendy on the other hand is a mess of concern who fusses and worries and searches for a home that will dress up dad's last days with a nice view and some fresh air.

Directed by Tamara Jenkins, inconspicuous since her hip debut flick Slums of Beverly Hills nearly a decade ago, The Savages plays realistically with a sad situation. So real that you may want to prepare yourselves with a bottle of anti-depressants or at least a bowl of ice cream. The sad story is compounded by Jenkins' script which offers these characters nothing beyond grief and sadness. Aside from moments of dark humor that are more apparent to us than to them, John and Wendy live lives of perpetual depression and disappointment.

Essentially, both characters begin the movie miserable. They become progressively more miserable during the story, and then, finally, end up back where they started but with a vague hint of possible good fortune tacked on to the end. The oppressive sadness of The Savages is its defining characteristic, even beyond the strong lead performances of Hoffman and Linney, Linney even having been Oscar nominated for this role. Not every movie has to be entertaining or leave the audience with hope or inspiration. Life doesn't always put a perfect little bow on things and it can be welcome when a movie so readily acknowledges that not everything is perfect. That said, The Savages is not itself, a welcome respite from the sunny aspiration of so many other family dramas, The Savages rather, is simply too sad. It is too oppressive, too unpleasant even for the sad subject at its center.

I was taken back to my feelings about Paul Greengrass's exceptional 9/11 movie United 93. Everything about that film, from an artistic standpoint, was phenomenal and yet I couldn't find one reason to recommend people go see it. Why anyone would want to live those moments again, no matter how skillfully rendered, was simply beyond me. I feel the same way about The Savages. Even with the skilled performances of Hoffman and Linney and director Tamara Jenkins' well demonstrated skills, I can't see one reason why anyone would want the depressing experience of The Savages.

I would love to tell you that you could marvel at Laura Linney's remarkable range or Phillip Seymour Hoffman's uncanny ability for communicating soul deep sadness, but as remarkably realistic as these performances are, the result is so sad, heartbreaking, and relentless that there is simply no way I can recommend it. The Savages is a rare movie that is too good for its own good. It's so well acted and well crafted that it leaves you deeply, woefully sad in a deeply unpleasant fashion that proves to be too much for any general audience movie.