John Wick

Dust off your Matrix sunglasses, Keanu is back and he is pissed. Not sure if he is pissed because he turned 50 or because someone killed his puppy. John Wick is a retired assassin who worked for the Russian mob and is reluctantly pulled back into the game to settle a score. This movie is a throwback to the simplicity of the Spaghetti Westerns where Clint Eastwood let hot lead do his talking. John does not say much either and he uses a lot of lead among other things. This movie is focused and efficient. There are no distracting side plots.

Keanu Reeves plays Wick like a video game hit man. He is a dispassionate cold killer who is impeccably dressed in twenty shades of black in an Armani suite. His killing prowess include guns, knives, cars and pencils; No. 2 pencils to be exact. The bad guys are Russians who garner no empathy. I think the Russian actors were Russian and they spoke Russian. Da.

Most of the action takes place in Manhattan, specifically the Financial District. Some of the logistics were screwy. The arches in front of the Municipal Building face Delmonico and Delmonico was transformed into a hotel for mobsters. There are plenty of car chases. John’s 1969 Mustang is stolen and his loner car is a Shelby Mustang, very cool.

Supporting actors, besides the Red Army, were John Leguizamo, William Defoe, and Ian McShane among others. None were sidekicks and their roles were well tuned for the script. I cannot recall if there was any sex in the movie but this could be the debilitations of old age on my part. There was a women in a very tight black leather outfit, but see locked nasty.

This is not a date movie. It has no redeeming social values; climate change was not mentioned once. It appeals to my inner hedonist. This is the perfect movie for adolescents and guys in their sixties, since thinking is not required.

Interstellar

 Interstellar is the much ballyhooed film of the season. Making the cover of Time magazine with its stellar stars blitzing late night shows, Interstellar has some bumps. Christopher Nolan usually deals with fantasy or comic book hero scripts is now tackling the hard science of astrophysics. Real science trumps fantasy and makes the script complex. At times I lost the tread of the movie.

 The scientific concepts in the film are not new. Wormholes, black holes, singularity and relativity theory are established theories. Einstein’s Twin Paradox (Where one twin travels into space and the other remains on earth. When the space traveler returns his earthbound twin has aged but he has not) is a main element of the script. Nolan coops these concepts into his story with Hollywood spin and gives them a veneer of newness. He could have used these tenets of cosmology for a more dramatic, even fantastic effect, in his movie.

The tenure of the film is mopey. Worldwide blight threatens life on earth (the last okra crop was lost, who cares). McConaughe and fellow astronauts are tasked with finding a habitable plant in distant galaxies. The movie runs 165 minutes (or in old man time three bathroom visits) and has some pockets of boredom. How much can you talk about the effect of time and gravity in one movie? It took almost two hours before a fist fight broke out and it was not much of a fight since they were in space suits.

The actors played their roles very well. McConaughe is a farmer/engineer/astronaut the reluctant leader of the stellar explorers. His motivation for taking the mission was the salvation of his family. I was pleasantly surprised how well Anne Hathaway handled her role. I thought she had too much glam to fit in to a space suit and get helmet hair, but she carried off the role. Regarding Jessica Chastain I cannot say anything about her role. Matt Damion plays a marooned astronaut whose space suit fit a bit too tight. With his Amish beard Casey Affleck is barely recognizable.  Michael Cain mumbles. I never complain about Hans Zimmer, the conductor, but the music was too loud (I could even hear it in the bath room) and overwrought.

Cinematically Interstellar pales compared to stunning scenes of Gravity. I expected better shots considering the expanse the space trip covered. The wormhole looked like some distant button and the black hole was some passive swirl. One of the explored plants was interesting while the other looked like a meat locker.

Towards the end of the movie Nolan resorts to his Inception bag of tricks. Now fantasy trumps science; rooms distort and phenomena abound. The movie became a bit schizophrenic; frankly this part was more interesting and fun.

I know I am whining but I expected more from Nolan and his brother.  He tried to be too true to science, which does not go well with popcorn. Nova never won an Oscar.

Calvary

Flying back to New York I saw the movie Calvary. A brilliant film. The film takes place in Ireland with an Irish cast lead by Brendan Gleeson (In Bruges and The Guard) who plays the parish priest Father James.   The village is located in Strandhill, Siligo County which is a surfing town (Irish surfing, who knew).

As all good Catholics, and the not so good ones, know Calvary is the place where Christ suffered and died on the cross. Suffering defines this village. Whether as victims or perpetrators Father James is the recipient of their vindictiveness and disillusions.  Rather than being an evangelical priest he is weighted down by the sins and ridicules of the villagers.  Whatever advice or consultation he gives them comes to naught and often returned with scorn.

 The villagers are a miserable bunch. There are fornicators, adulators, malcontents, felons and cannibals (correction one cannibal). Their divergent stories have Father James as the focal point and his attempts and failures to manage these situations make this an engaging story. The problems are divergent ranging from hopelessness to vindictive anger.

Brendan Gleeson plays Father James a subdued priest who is defeated and lacks the will to fight. His passiveness contrasts with his formidable physical presence and is a metaphor for the demise of the once powerful church. A potent symbol of demise is his church is burned down.  Gleeson plays the role pitch perfect.  His performance is sublime.

Chris O’Dowd plays the town butcher. O’Dowd usually plays the lad with the snappy witty remarks (a la Bridesmaid). Here he plays a dramatic role and is outstanding. The role is emotionally demanding and O’Dowd delivers.

All the other actors give great performances and as an ensemble their collaboration is cohesive resulting in an outstanding film. One actor of note is M. Emmet Walsh plays a writer and is friends with Father James. Walsh plays a crusty old codger and provides a bit of humor. I thought he was dead, this is why he was perfect for the role.

To see Calvary either go to On Demand or get it from Netflix (or you can take a flight somewhere). The  effort is worth it. Have faith.

Gone Girl

I read the book.

This summer there was a piddling amount of good movies for adults (I almost said adult movies) from the major studios. So when a movie based on a huge best seller with an A list cast hits the big screen it was the go to movie. The movie is worth seeing, but there are short comings. The plot is intriguing and helps numb the two and half hour run time. Simply put the wife is gone and what happened to her and the search for her is the crux of the story. As with all good mysteries there are sub plots and twists that weave throughout the story. There will be no awards for acting in this movie. No one broke a sweat. Even the sex scenes were tepid rather than steamy.

Ben Affleck is Nick Dunne. Nick has crushing good looks and women are at his disposal. Throughout the movie Nick has a calm demeanor even when discovering his wife is missing; this role is a cake walk for Affleck. His interactions with his wife are spirited and she often incites him. She is smarter than Nick and manipulates him.  Nick is a victim of his own limitations. The dynamics and dysfunctions of their marriage is the foundation of the movie.  

Rosamund Pike is Nick’s wife. I first saw Pike in the Bond movie “Die Another Day” where she played a   double agent and turns on Bond. With her fine porcelain looks and blond mane she looks as threatening as a kitten waking up from a nap. She is well suited to play Amy Dunne Elliot. Amy is a sophisticated, rich and a smart beautiful Manhattanite. She also is a pathological controlling perfectionist freak. She is devoid of guilt and she can really hold a grudge. Pike plays the role well with an eerie claim and detachment.

The movie takes some detours from the book. Tyler Perry plays Nick’s lawyer Tanner Bolt. In the book Tanner is a sleazy high prolife white lawyer who has a stunning six foot tall black wife. Here we get half the deal, sans high heels. Perry is his usual swaggering confident self; no sweat here either.

The strangest casting is Neil Patrick Harris. He is Amy’s old boyfriend Desi Collings, who has an overly obsessive attraction to Amy and stalks her. How can someone that looks like a stick figure be intimidating?  If there was a death match between Amy and Desi, I would take Amy hands down.

Other fine actors contributed. Inspector Boney had a bigger role in the movie that the book and she was crucial to the film. His sister Go (Margo) was cast well in the movie compared to the book, she brought some much needed humor.

Even with these short comings you should see the movie.

This is where I leave you

I am usually leery of ensemble movies. They tend to pile on the stars to compensate for either a weak script or ineffective directing.  This is not the case here. This a very enjoyable film and the ensemble works well as a dysfunctional family. The story is a patchwork of sub plots which are individual but rooted in the family. Above all this is a very funny movie and the laughs continue throughout the film.

The father of the family just died and his last wish is that his family sit Shiva. One son commented that their father was almost an atheist and another asked if the location of a chair was the same place they put the Christmas tree. The matriarch of this family is the ageless Jane Fonda with her inflated boobs which is a running gag in the movie. The other strong female is Tina Fay with her sharp wit and grit.

Jason Bateman is a lead character who is going through a marital crisis compounded by the death of his father. He display’s his trademark wry sense of humor and is disturbed by his mother’s overflowing breasts. A rising star to watch is Adam Driver. He gained acclaim from his role in “Girls” on HBO. He plays the ADHD insensitive clues son. He screws anything in high heels (or flats).

There are other story’s which coalesce into this enjoyable movies. Go see it. 

Sin City: A Dame to Kill for

Sin City: A Dame to Kill for

Sin City 2 crash and burned at the box office.  A Frank Miller film (author/director) is a male testosterone affair offered as film noir. Sin City 1 and 2 combined animation and live action. The animation tones down the brutal violence. Instead of a spray of blood gushing from the neck on screen it is rendered like white out. Sex is the other main ingredient of this film which always mixes well with violence. Sin City 2 had more nudity than the prior movie; female thank goodness.

Both movies had these elements, so what happened to Sin City 2? I think Sin City 1 was better written, it followed the original graphic novel. For its time it was also unique. The movies are made up of sub stories with their own dedicated caste. I think these sub stories were richer and more intriguing in the first film.  In Sin City 2 there two main sub stories, one with Joseph Gordon –Levitt and the other with Eva Green. Gordon-Levitt’s story was unsophisticated and disappointing. Eva Green’s story went on a bit too long, but it did have some interesting twists and turns but no real wow moments. For most of her story Green was nude with a well-placed shadow on her privates.

There was more brutal violence in Sin City 2, some just random. Sex was graphic and voyeuristic. Without plot context violence and sex become pornographic.

There were more notable actors in Sin City 2. The anchor stars were: Mickey Rourke, Josh Brolin, Eva Green, Powers Boothe, Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Jessica Alba. Other big name stars had cameo roles: Lady Gaga, Christopher Lloyd and Jeremy Piven, etc. Here adding a copious number of stars was more bloating than effective film craft.   The acting was so stylized it was a cliché.

Sequels are tricky. Sin City 3 is doubtful

The Orphanage

I was channel surfing Italian TV in Milan. My first hit was a typical RAI variety

  program featuring Amazonian women showing more leg than talent and some old guy with bad dye job hosting. My next hit was a news format with six intense journalists seriously discussing the history of Dragon Boat Racing (what the …..). Fortunately I found a foreign language (English among others) channel. The feature movie was “The Orphanage” which I never heard of. It was in Spanish without subtitles. What caught my attention was Guillermo Del Toro’s name. He was not the director but the producer. Del Toro is a great director and writer. His credits include Pan’s Labyrinth, The Devils Back Bone and the Hell Boy series. I decided to watch the film. It was 11pm and past my bedtime but what the hell let’s get wild.

Even without subtitles the movie was intriguing. The acting was so good you had a basic idea of what was going on. A family took over an abandoned orphanage and were living there. There was a mother a father and their beloved son Simón. Flashbacks showed the original orphanage with the orphans happy and running around in play.  Later you find out something terrible happened to the orphans. In the present Simón befriends one of the orphan ghosts. Simon has a bad fight with his mother and runs away and disappears. The rest of the movie focuses on the parent’s efforts, especially the mother’s, to find Simón.

Basically this is a ghost story. The atmosphere of the movie is more sad than gloomy. The ghosts are not the main focus rather it is the parents efforts to find their son and their crushing heart breaks. Even in disappear some parts are touching and tender. This film definitely has a Hitchcockian feel. It has consistent style but when it wants to scare you it does so effectively. In one scene the mother is pushed into the bathroom by a ghost and tumbles into the tub ripping a shower curtain as she falls; sound familiar?

After the movie, which ended at 1am, I looked it up on Wikipedia.  What I found out made the movie even more interesting. I am ordering the movie on Netflix with subtitles. This was a gem of a find which I highly recommend it. Maybe I will stay up past 1am more often.