18 January 2008

THE BEST FILMS OF 2007

What an amazing year for film--possibly the best since 2001, which gave us this, this, and this, among many others. Let's see how '07 compares...

THE TOP TEN:



1. THERE WILL BE BLOOD
Paul Thomas Anderson’s dizzying period saga about a self-made oil tycoon practically defies all expectations (and perhaps logic): it’s undeniably epic yet intimately rendered, seemingly a throwback but feeling entirely new, predominantly exhausting yet altogether exhilarating. It opens daringly without any dialogue (substituted by Jonny Greenwood’s striking, innovative orchestral score) and ends, two and a half hours later, with an extended lunatic exchange people will be quoting from for years to come. Daniel Day-Lewis takes his cartoon-come-to-life persona from GANGS OF NEW YORK and deepens and shapes it into a multi-faceted enigma, while Paul Dano is nearly his equal, especially whenever preaching himself into a vicious frenzy. THERE WILL BE BLOOD is like manna from heaven for film lovers: it shrewdly draws upon conventions from a century of cinema and simultaneously, ingenuously rewrites them. Should every film this utterly bleak be so much fun to watch.



2. THE KING OF KONG: A FISTFUL OF QUARTERS
I never expected a look at competitive video game players to end up my favorite documentary of the year, much less a serious contender for the overall top spot. It just goes to show that you can make a good film about anything—or does it? From a distance, we can laugh at (or lament) people like Billy Mitchell, a mullet-sporting hot sauce magnate still living off the fame and prestige granted to him by a Donkey Kong championship he won over twenty years earlier, even as affable unemployed family man Steve Wiebe challenges his all-time high score. But as director Seth Gordon uncovers a fascinating subculture he also structures a classic, nail-biting good vs. evil tale out of it, one that’s instantly recognizable and involving amidst all the peculiar (yet entertaining) behavior on display.



3. AWAY FROM HER
As an actress, Sarah Polley exudes beauty, grace and a subdued intuitiveness that’s rare among her peers. Those qualities are abundant in her outstanding directorial feature debut, an elegiac adaptation of an Alice Munro short story. Refreshingly unsentimental in how it approaches aging and loss, the film provides a luminous Julie Christie with the role of her career as an Alzheimer’s patient, while Gordon Pinsent is considerably underrated as her longtime husband—arguably the trickier role to pull off. Polley lets the narrative’s subtleties delicately surface like frost on a windowpane, gently propelling the film towards a closing, reconciliatory sequence (scored by K.D. Lang’s soaring cover of Neil Young’s “Helpless”) that is among the most poignant and jubilant I’ve seen.



4. I’M NOT THERE
Not merely the ultimate Dylan film, this kaleidoscopic study of the 1960s often plays like the ultimate Todd Haynes film. The director’s oft-intriguing, sometimes ballsy conceit of employing six actors to portray different Dylan-esque characters is just the beginning: practically everything Haynes puts on screen signifies something and it’s thrilling just to anticipate what will appear next. The mere idea of Cate Blanchett embodying Bobby circa DON’T LOOK BACK is brilliant in how it deconstructs the man’s ever shifting persona (and Blanchett’s stunning, convincing performance goes beyond mimicry in doing so). I’M NOT THERE is messy yet revelatory filmmaking—even the much maligned Richard Gere sequences offer insight into an era, its death, and how its principles continue to regenerate.



5. THE DIVING BELL AND THE BUTTERFLY
Painter-turned-director Julian Schnabel builds on the promise of BASQUIAT and the accomplishment of BEFORE NIGHT FALLS with his third feature, a real breakthrough of a film that alters our way of seeing. In adapting the memoir of Jean-Dominique Bauby, a French magazine editor who suffered a massive stroke and was left paralyzed except for one eyelid, Schnabel forges a whole universe as it might have appeared from such a limited perspective. Then, he gradually pulls back to reveal Bauby’s past and his present from our own perspective, and the juxtapositions are startling. Like the memoir, Schnabel succeeds in expressing how one can create great, transcendent art out of the most tragic circumstances and more importantly, suffuse a life with it.

6. PERSEPOLIS
Marjane Satrapi's graphic memoirs of growing up in Iran during the Islamic Revolution wonderfully come to life in this droll, tender adaptation she co-directed with Vincent Paronnaud. Keeping in spirit with the books' minimalist, black-and-white tableau, the impressionist, handcrafted animation feels warm and reassuring in an age of too much CGI. Satrapi also confidently expresses so many nuances out of such a deliberately limited, carefully constructed palette. Told with sincerity, resourcefulness and humor, her story relates the painful love/hate relationship she develops with her beloved, complicated culture. Plus, she connects with us at an emotional level many live action coming-of-age films rarely approach.
7. DAY NIGHT DAY NIGHT
Julia Loktev’s wrenching, absorbing effort follows an anonymous 19-year-old girl (Luisa Williams) of no discernable ethnic background as she rigorously trains to do something (to give away exactly what this is somewhat lessens the film’s impact). However, when the girl actually attempts to carry off that something and it doesn’t go as planned, she faces an array of complexities and consequences she hadn’t previously considered. Methodically paced and shot in a bare-bones style, the film ends up in a far different place (both literally and figuratively) than where it begins. And although the word “haunted” is much overused, I can’t think of a better way to describe the expression on Williams’ face at the inconclusive, lingering final shot.


8. THE HOST
The world doesn’t need yet another monster movie. South Korean director Bong Joon-ho probably considered that when making this whip-smart takeoff which pays tribute to the genre while stretching it out a great deal, adding in slapstick, domestic drama, and more than a smidgen of satire, while not ignoring the horror of its creation. The cast is uniformly excellent, from Song Kang-ho as a snack-bar working slacker to Bae Doona as his sister, a professional archer. Carrying an infectiously gleeful anti-authoritarian undercurrent throughout, the film tries to be a little bit of everything to everyone, and amazingly, it succeeds.



9. NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN
Oh, those Coen Brothers. Not only do they come back from the vagaries of THE LADYKILLERS and INTOLERABLE CRUELTY, but they make a film that rivals FARGO as their very best. Who knew they could obliterate the snarky tone and condescending attitude towards their characters (always their Achilles' heel) but keep everything else intact? Their Cormac McCarthy adaptation is both a sobering, economical thriller and a meditative, almost surreal study of violence, greed, stubbornness and consequence. Javier Bardem as Anton Chigurh is the premier nihilist villain of our time, so thank goodness that Tommy Lee Jones’ besieged sheriff eventually emerges as the film’s heart and soul.



10. BRAND UPON THE BRAIN!
Since THE SADDEST MUSIC IN THE WORLD, it’s been a joy to watch Guy Maddin further develop and refine his demented, hallucinatory style. This one is typical Maddin madness: a fractured fairy tale about a marooned orphanage, a fountain of youth and gender-bending teens flies by in a blur of lurid intertitles and images that bleed into one another, all of it (sort of) held together by Isabella Rossellini’s priceless narration. But the director reaches a new apex of invention here, crafting a narrative ever more involving and accessible while remaining delightfully eccentric. He’s achieved a perfect balance that comes from concurrently pushing and pleasing his audience.
HONORABLE MENTIONS:
RATATOUILLE
Brad Bird’s masterful third feature not only wrings an excellent, affecting tale from an unlikely premise, but also speaks volumes about how talent and drive combine to make sublime art, and what the audience’s role is in consuming and comprehending it.

I DON’T WANT TO SLEEP ALONE
Like all his Taiwan-set works, Tsai Ming-Liang’s first film shot in his native Malaysia finds strange beauty and poetry in what to nearly anyone else would appear as a miserable, crumbling landscape.

THE LIVES OF OTHERS
Perhaps the most vivid study we’ve had of the Cold War and its personal implications from the other side. The late Ulrich Muhe gives this year’s most intense and least showy lead performance.

RED ROAD
A neat digital video equivalent to Coppola’s THE CONVERSATION, Andrea Arnold’s psychological thriller delves deep into issues of voyeurism and redemption.

IN THE SHADOW OF THE MOON
The year’s most puzzling box-office flop, it artfully recounts the Apollo moon missions; the living histories its subjects provide make it a powerful, vital document.

JUNO
By gradually supplanting its twee, faux-hip dialogue and overload of attitude with actual compassion and wit (not to mention a superb ensemble cast), this deserved indie hit resonates more with each viewing.

CLIMATES
Nuri Bilge Ceylan probably isn’t the first filmmaker to equate a faltering relationship with a season cycle, but his languid pacing and creative yet unflashy visual sense and sound design have little precedent.

LARS AND THE REAL GIRL
This could have been a one-joke flick, so thank Ryan Gosling, Emily Mortimer, Patricia Clarkson and the rest of the cast for breathing life into the joke and making it seem not so ridiculous.

AUTISM THE MUSICAL
A true buried treasure, this provocative, exuberant doc debunks myths about a misunderstood disease by painting its subjects as real, complex individuals to respect as we would any other kids.

THE GOLDEN DOOR
America as concept and misconception, stirred by tall tales, hearsay, dreams and Anges Godard’s otherworldly cinematography.

LINDA LINDA LINDA
From Japan, an unexpectedly contemplative tale about a teenage girl rock band that seductively captures the lovely day-to-day rhythms of normal life.

BEST FESTIVAL FILMS:

MONKEY WARFARE
An anarchic, razor-sharp Canadian comedy that strikes a faultless balance between idealism and pragmatism with irresistible, ramshackle charm.

AUDIENCE OF ONE
An ambitious but terribly incompetent Pentecostal minister attempts to make a science fiction film about the biblical story of Joseph in Michael Jacobs’ hilarious but fair, must-be-seen-to-be-believed documentary.

THE BANISHMENT
Still without US distribution, Andrey Zvyagintsev's follow-up to THE RETURN shows him continuing to enhance and perfect his inimitable style, aided by unforgettable images, strong performances and a cyclical, slightly more accessible narrative.

4 MONTHS, 3 WEEKS AND 2 DAYS
MY WINNIPEG
THE VISITOR
SILENT LIGHT
I'll write more about these as they hit theaters throughout 2008.

ALSO RECOMMENDED:
(I gave all these at least 4 out of 5 stars)

BROKEN ENGLISH
CONTROL
CRAZY LOVE
THE DARJEELING LIMITED
GREAT WORLD OF SOUND
HELVETICA
JOE STRUMMER: THE FUTURE IS UNWRITTEN
JONESTOWN: THE LIFE AND DEATH OF PEOPLE’S TEMPLE
KURT COBAIN: ABOUT A SON
LAKE OF FIRE
MARGOT AT THE WEDDING
NO END IN SIGHT
OFFSIDE
ONCE
PAN’S LABYRINTH
PAPRIKA
PROTAGONIST
THE SECRET LIFE OF WORDS
THE SIMPSONS MOVIE
SUMMERCAMP!
SUPERBAD
SWEENEY TODD
THIS IS ENGLAND
WHO THE $#%& IS JACKSON POLLOCK?
ZODIAC

05 January 2008

2007 BOOKLIST

I usually post my top ten films of the year around this time, but I'm holding off until I get a chance to see something that doesn't open in Boston for another week. In the meantime, taking a page (ba-dump bump) from my friend and fellow book-grouper Linda, here's what I read last year:

1. The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid (Bill Bryson)
2. The Polysyllabic Spree (Nick Hornby)
3. Notes From a Small Island (Bryson)
4. Spook (Mary Roach)
5. Comfort Me With Apples (Ruth Reichl)
6. Straight Man (Richard Russo)*
7. Love is a Mixtape (Rob Sheffield)
8. Alternatives to Sex (Stephen McCauley)
9. You Don't Love Me Yet (Jonathan Lethem)
10. Altman on Altman (Robert Altman)
11. The Lost Continent (Bryson)
12. Belle and Sebastian: Just a Modern Rock Story (Paul Whitelaw)
13. Now is the Hour (Tom Spanbauer)
14. Made in America (Bryson)
15. Reading Like a Writer (Francine Prose)**
16. No One Belongs Here More Than You (Miranda July)
17. The Giant's House (Elizabeth McCracken)
18. The Smiths: Songs That Saved Your Life (Simon Goddard)
19. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (J.K. Rowling)
20. Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage (Alice Munro)
21. Live From New York (Tom Shales and James Andrew Miller)*
22. Marooned: The Next Generation of Desert Island Discs (various)
23. I'm a Stranger Here Myself (Bryson)
24. Gilead (Marilynne Robinson)
25. Kitchen Confidential (Anthony Bourdain)
26. Mother Tongue (Bryson)
27. Black Swan Green (David Mitchell)
28. Not That You Asked (Steve Almond)
29. Schulz and Peanuts (David Michaelis)
30. The Abstinence Teacher (Tom Perrotta)
31. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (Haruki Murakami)
32. Born Standing Up (Steve Martin)

*re-read
**unfinished


A few notes:

--I've been on a Bryson kick ever since a friend gave me a copy of In a Sunburned Country in 2006. He's one of those few authors (Tom Robbins and John Irving also come to mind) where I feel compelled to devour the man's entire oeuvre. In Bryson's case, I have two more to go: his new Shakespeare biography, and the somewhat daunting A Short History of Nearly Everything.

--My favorite read on this list, by far, was Now is the Hour (published in 2006). I had read Spanbauer's The Man Who Fell in Love with the Moon some time ago, and thought it was okay. But this epic yet intimate coming of age story set in 1967 Idaho was fantastic, combining complicated characters with a striking, unique conversational style.

--Two things inspired me to check out Alice Munro: the film AWAY FROM HER (an adaptation of her story "The Bear Came Over the Mountain" that will surely make my film list), and a recommendation from Prose, whose book on writing is intriguing, but so densely written that I have difficulty making it through more than five or ten pages at a time (and consequently haven't touched it in months).

--I ended the year with some massive reads: Michaelis' controversial but indispensable Schulz biography (672 pages) and Murakami's original, dreamlike tale of loss and identity (624 pages). So, Steve Martin's entertaining, illuminating memoir (224 pages) came as a relief.

--I plan on reading more Munro, Murakami and Mitchell in the new year.

27 December 2007

THE BEST MUSIC OF 2007

I figure I spent half my time listening to music on the ever seductive shuffle, and the other half attempting to take in full albums like we did when we was kids. Here's my faves regarding the latter:

TOP TEN ALBUMS:



1. Jens Lekman - NIGHT FALLS OVER KORTEDALA
His droopy baritone and lovably dorky demeanor always positioned this young Swede as the prospective heir apparent to Jonathan Richman, Morrissey and Stephin Merritt; the crucial advance he makes on his third album confirms it. At first, you notice the sometimes florid, often breathtaking arrangements (everything from lugubrious Scott Walker orchestration to crisp, sample-laden funk-folk). However, it's his words, subject matter and wholly original persona that set him apart. Who else would write about posing as a lesbian friend's paramour to her conservative father or accidentally cutting off your finger when your girlfriend sneaks up from behind for a hug? Who else would sing, "Most shy people I know are extremely boring / Either that or they are miserable from all the shit they're storing."? Could anyone else get away with it?



2. Nellie McKay - OBLIGATORY VILLAGERS
She hasn't made it easy for herself. By sticking to her guns, she's lost her major label and, to judge by this mostly ignored self-released record, much of her potential audience. Unwillingness to compromise usually results in either great art or self-indulgence, and her third album nearly overflows with both. Pared-down (for the first time, a single instead of a double!) but densely packed, it initially frustrates with its in-jokes, anachronisms and overly quirky guest stars (such as Bob Dorough of SCHOOLHOUSE ROCK! fame). Given time, though, it's not only a grower, but reveals itself as a stunning, truly subversive political song cycle. That's what ultimately makes it all cohere: the crazy musical numbers from hell ("Galleon", "Zombie"), the rock opera from heaven ("Testify"), and other intriguing, unclassifiable delights.



3. Suzanne Vega - BEAUTY AND CRIME
I nearly gave up on her after her last effort, 2001's dull, ironically colorless SONGS IN RED AND GRAY. Where was the inventive, quirky Vega of her much-derided (although I thought they were fabulous) Mitchell Froom-produced '90s albums? Well, she's back, along with the clear-eyed, folk-rock Vega of the '80s, in this utterly concise, solid effort. On these eleven introspective songs about New York City, Vega connects with us in a way she arguably hasn’t before, at least not in full. The entire set carries an older-and-wiser vibe, but she sounds fresh and deeply affecting, whether she's singing about a failed celebrity romance ("Frank and Ava"), a graffiti artist ("Zephyr and I"), her deceased brother ("Ludlow Street") or even 9/11 (“Anniversary”).



4. LCD Soundsystem - SOUND OF SILVER
The reason why James Murphy's second album has meant so much to so many could be that he cut out a lot of the first album’s clever snark, but left in its infectiously giddy sense of fun. It also helps that he ramped up the emotional content just a few notches without seeming too obvious about it. On "Someone Great" and "All My Friends" (perhaps the best New Order homage Murphy or anyone else will ever conceive), he gives the impression he's honestly singing about himself, and even if he isn't, it doesn't matter. Meanwhile, the title track and "Get Innocuous!" (the year’s best album opener) are dance grooves with actual tunes attached, and their sneakily building momentum is exhilarating.


5. Stars - IN OUR BEDROOM AFTER THE WAR
I thought I had found the Album of the Year when I first heard this Canadian outfit's fourth full-length; overlong by two or three tracks and with a somewhat patchy second half, it's not. Still, for at least six or seven songs, it courts perfection, melding anthemic alternative pop with theatrical but genuine passion. "Take Me to the Riot" and "The Night Starts Here" are playful U2/Smiths tributes without the self-serious/self-loathing pomp, "My Favourite Book" is an eloquently sweet, soulful but never sentimental love song, "Personal" is a wonderfully downbeat lament about disconnection and "The Ghost of Genova Heights" fluently soars like vocalist Torquil Campbell's unexpected but engaging shift into an elegant falsetto.



6. Charlotte Gainsbourg - 5:55
Like her titanic father, she doesn't possess a "good" voice, but she sure knows how to make use of it. Like Sarah Cracknell, she's an aural presence, another instrument that adds texture to a carefully orchestrated whole. As with her acting, her singing is never flashy, but always serviceable and memorable. She's lucky that the lush, subtly tart music here suits her well, whether she's bringing empathy to a Jarvis Cocker song ("The Songs That We Sing") or cosmetic surgery ("The Operation"). On the brilliantly ornate "Everything I Cannot See", you could say her performance is award-worthy, as she successfully enables us to empathize with her.



7. Pink Martini - HEY EUGENE!
Labeling this collective a "lounge orchestra" is like calling PJ Harvey a singer/songwriter. In both cases, it's accurate but it only skims the surface of what each artist does. On this breakthrough album (it actually charted in the top 40), Pink Martini continually shift gears from bubbly exotica to wrenching torch songs to gleefully wicked tangos to stuff beyond simple description (and that's not even mentioning a version of "Tea For Two" with freaky living legend Jimmy Scott). Enchanting vocalist China Forbes may be the glue that holds it all together—it’s hard to imagine how seductive the funky, Al Green-ish title track would be without her—but just as often the group breaks no sweat in transcending its influences.



8. Andrew Bird - ARMCHAIR APOCRYPHA
Bird's music straddles the line between gorgeously complex and infuriatingly incomprehensible so often that his latest almost didn't make my top ten. It's not radically different from his last (and best) album, which also made my list two years ago. Fortunately, it's just different enough to keep you guessing and on your toes. This is probably the closest he's ever come to making a "rock" album as it's front-loaded with his most accessible melodies. Then, it veers away towards strange but fascinating little puzzles with titles like "Static X" and "Spare-Ohs" and my favorite, "Scythian Empires", a weird little folk number with a catchy-as-can-be piano hook and a scathing, socio-political critique hidden underneath.



9. The Pipettes - WE ARE THE PIPETTES
Mix in classic girl groups like Martha and the Vandellas with neo-classic ones like Bananarama, add a smidgen of Cindy and Kate from The B-52's, and you have this British trio. Refreshingly unironic but just cheeky enough to make you think they're in on the joke, they won me over with "ABC", where they claim a guy is book smart but "he don't know about ecstasy" and for a second you think they might actually mean the band XTC. Clever wordplay also flourishes in songs like "Pull Shapes" and "Because It's Not Love (But It's Still a Feeling)"; the music's even better, both retro and newfangled and always thrilling.



10. The Bird & The Bee – THE BIRD & THE BEE
As usual, I thought of many contenders for this final slot, all of 'em listed below (with a few others that I admired but never dreamed of including here). I finally gravitated towards this beautiful, delicately acerbic slice of sophisticated pop. With both Ivy and Saint Etienne on hiatus, this duo of Inara George and Greg Kurstin provides a more-than-adequate substitute. Flawless, Brill Building pastiches like “Again and Again” and “La La La” bump heads with an ingénue’s playful but prickly diatribe against being photographed (“I Hate Camera”) and a cheerfully sardonic chorus that goes, “Would you ever be my / would you be my fucking boyfriend?”

TEN OTHER RECOMMENDATIONS:

Junior Senior - HEY HEY MY MY YO YO
Came this close to cracking the top ten. Let's the hope the upcoming B-52's reunion is half as glorious as Cindy and Kate's guest vocals on "Take My Time".

The New Pornographers – CHALLENGERS
This doesn’t reach out and grab you like TWIN CINEMA did, but it's strong enough that you nearly think AC Newman couldn’t make a truly mediocre album if he tried.

Feist - THE REMINDER
Lots of great stuff, iPod ad campaign, clever video and all, but LET IT DIE flows better from beginning to end.

Crowded House - TIME ON EARTH
Pretty darn good for a reunion album. If only they could've shaved three or four tracks off the end.

PJ Harvey - WHITE CHALK
I want so much to love this without reservation, but it's challenging and dark in a way even she hasn't been before. But I'm not done trying to decipher it.

Bebel Gilberto - MOMENTO
Another solid album that refines her wondrous shtick but doesn't add anything new to it.

Tracey Thorn - OUT OF THE WOODS
At times she sounds like she's still in the woods, but her appraisal of such ("Raise the Roof") is touching, and it's just great to have her back, especially on the sublime, groovy gender-bender "Get Around to It".

The Shins - WINCING THE NIGHT AWAY
They've lost that hard-to-put-a-finger-on essence that CHUTES TOO NARROW had in spades, but the best songs ("Australia" and "Phantom Limb") bottle it up and let it explode.

The Weakerthans – REUNION TOUR
Still loving/hating Winnipeg, which could give them material for ages if not different ways of expressing themselves.

Erin McKeown – SING YOU SINNERS
Her out-of-time voice was made for standards, and while these fun interpretations couldn’t possibly surpass the originals, they’re far from redundant.

18 December 2007

(ALREADY) LOOKING AHEAD TO 2008

I'll be posting my top ten albums of 2007 before the end of the month. I'm happy/relieved to report that this year was much stronger than the last one--and next year potentially looks even better. In the first three months alone, we'll see new albums from The Magnetic Fields, Sia, Goldfrapp, K.D. Lang (her first new LP of original material in eight years) and The B-52's (their first in *15* years). But what I'm looking forward to most is this:



Out Feb. 26. LOVE the cover--it's the first one her face has appeared on since 1996's thoroughly demented OMNIPOP. The two tracks streaming on her website are similar to the stuff on her last two records, but since they contain some of her best work (and have considerably grown on me since their initial releases), that can only be a good thing.

09 December 2007

25 FUNNIEST FILMS

It's December--time for another Chlotrudis poll. Here is my list of favorite funny films; the poll results will be published later in the month.



1. YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN (dir: Mel Brooks, 1974)
As if anything else could be on top. A gifted cast (from Gene Wilder's virtuoso, operatic comic performance to Madeline Kahn's divine, sordid brilliance) and a hilarious, stoopid-cerebral screenplay (from "walk this way... no, this way" to "He... vas... my... BOYFRIEND!") come together in a service of an irreverent but strangely sympathetic genre tribute.

2. BRINGING UP BABY (Howard Hawks, 1938)
Anyone crafting a romantic comedy today should study this smart, breezy one and take note of Cary Grant's and Katharine Hepburn's giddy, contagious chemistry, which arguably no pair has topped since.

3. MONTY PYTHON AND THE HOLY GRAIL (Terry Gilliam and Terry Jones, 1974)
I loved it for the laffs as a teenager. Now, I just can't get over how conceptually weird and unique it is--a crowd pleasing, sublimely silly avant garde comedy.

4. A CHRISTMAS STORY (Bob Clark, 1983)
This pitch-perfect adaptation of various essays from master humorist Jean Shepherd endures because of how easily recognizable he made his childhood without diluting its sting.

5. SLEEPER (Woody Allen, 1973)
Not his best film (that's coming up), but certainly the one with the most laughs-per-minute (or second?). Only Allen could get away with a throwaway line about getting beaten up by Quakers or something as wonderfully insane as the climatic cloning (croning?) sequence.

6. THIS IS SPINAL TAP (Rob Reiner, 1984)
Although ALL YOU NEED IS CASH preceded it, this is the grandaddy of most mockumentaries. It works because it gets inside its targets' skins all too well, and you'll never see more finely tuned deadpan delivery elsewhere.

7. AIRPLANE! (Zucker/Abrahams/Zucker, 1980)
Okay, this certainly beats SLEEPER on laughs-per-second: no other film even comes close. This throws every gag it can possibly think of up on the screen, and it's remarkable how many of 'em stick.

8. NINE TO FIVE (Colin Higgins, 1980)
A deliciously dark feminist office comedy, it briefly revived screwball in the irony deficient '80s, showed that Dolly Parton could hold her own as a comedienne with Lily Tomlin, and makes the top ten chiefly for its gleefully wicked fantasy sequences.

9. ANNIE HALL (Allen, 1977)
A perfect confluence of wacky comedy and bittersweet drama, Allen's best film is a reminder of how well he and Keaton worked together, wrapped up in a collage of how funny life and all of its neuroses can be.

10. ELECTION (Alexander Payne, 1999)
This sharp, nasty, Preston Sturges-worthy comic fable has aged extremely well, wringing laughs from the very painful realization that high school isn't all that different from adulthood. Matthew Broderick and Reese Witherspoon have never been better.

11. WHAT ABOUT BOB (Frank Oz, 1991)
Vastly underrated psych-comedy that reminds one how funny Bill Murray could be--and how Richard Dreyfuss is at his best when chewing up the scenery with complete abandon.

12. WAITING FOR GUFFMAN (Christopher Guest, 1996)
Guest and his overqualified ensemble deconstruct middle American small towns and community theatre, but not without making us genuinely feel for them (if only a little).

13. HAIRSPRAY (John Waters, 1988)
Leave it to the risque Waters to nearly achieve household name status with this PG-rated satire, which features a star turn from a pre-tabloid talk show Ricki Lake, an odd, odd cast (Debbie Harry and Jerry Stiller!), and a sweet, if slightly warped sensibility.

14. THE ROYAL TENENBAUMS (Wes Anderson, 2001)
Perhaps more moving a "comedy" than any other film on this list, the comic stuff tempers but never obscures the tragic stuff in Anderson's endearingly quirky family portrait.

15. FLIRTING WITH DISASTER (David O. Russell, 1996)
The closest the '90s came to a true screwball comedy, it's a riot packed with armpit licking, baby naming, last name-mispronunciation, and a surprisingly, successfully acidic Mary Tyler Moore.

16. THE KING OF KONG: A FISTFUL OF QUARTERS (Seth Gordon, 2007)
Probing a curious subculture for both laughs and tears, this incisive but fair documentary about competitive video game players finds hilarity without having to coax too much from its participants (particularly the "Donkey Kong kill screen" guy.)

17. SOUTH PARK: BIGGER, LONGER AND UNCUT (Trey Parker, 1999)
Let's just say its one of the more successful TV to film adaptations, capturing every one of the show's good qualities and transporting them into an ambitious, go-for-broke, extraordinarily profane musical.

18. THE TRIPLETS OF BELLEVILLE (Sylvain Chomet, 2003)
This very French animated feature is heavily indebted to silent silver screen clowns from Chaplin and Keaton to Tati, yet it's one-of-a-kind: rarely has humor derived from the surreal or the grotesque seemed so charming.

19. THE SADDEST MUSIC IN THE WORLD (Guy Maddin, 2003)
Speaking of the surreal, this one features a tiara'd Isabella Rosselini and clear glass prosthetic legs filled with beer.

20. HAROLD AND MAUDE (Hal Ashby, 1971)
"Has all the fun and gaiety of a burning orphanage" went one of the original reviews and while not always a laugh riot, the film's shaggy, disarming (and at times exceedingly black) humor never fails to make me smile.

21. OFFICE SPACE (Mike Judge, 1999)
Taping into the slacker-cum-office drone zeitgeist, this already cult classic would be only a wish fulfillment fantasy if it didn't hit so close to home for so many. Bonus points for flair!

22. TOOTSIE (Sydney Pollack, 1982)
An insightful comedy that transcends its concept, since it evokes a world of issues and ideas that encompasses more than the words, "Dustin Hoffman does drag".

23. DUCK SOUP (Leo McCarey, 1933)
For an act that came from the vaudeville tradition, The Marx Brothers must have seemed incredibly subversive in their cinematic heyday, and they still do today.

24. SOME LIKE IT HOT (Billy Wilder, 1959)
An undisputed classic, it's surely the best thing Tony Curtis, Jack Lemmon and Marilyn Monroe ever did. Everyone praises the simple, graceful closing line of dialogue, as well they should.

25. WET HOT AMERICAN SUMMER (David Wain, 2001)
Possibly the silliest film on this list, but the ensemble cast rivals that of Guest's, and its satire of early '80s summer camp sex comedies is dead-on, even when it's fairly ridiculous.

And some others I considered:

ALL OF ME
BEING JOHN MALKOVICH
BEST IN SHOW
DELICATESSEN
DONKEY SKIN
DR. STRANGELOVE (OR, HOW I LEARNED TO STOP WORRYING AND LOVE THE BOMB)
ED WOOD
THE HAPPINESS OF THE KATIKURIS
ME AND YOU AND EVERYONE WE KNOW
PLAYTIME
SMILE
SONGS FROM THE SECOND FLOOR
WHAT TIME IS IT THERE
WHAT'S UP DOC

27 November 2007

AUTISM: THE MUSICAL



I've seen a number of films that copy the formula set in motion by the spelling bee documentary SPELLBOUND, profiling individual participants and charting their progress as they compete or work towards a unified goal. Produced for HBO but now receiving a theatrical release (and a place on this year's Academy Awards doc shortlist), Tricia Reagan's provocative, exuberant film is one of the very best.
Over a six month period, special needs educator Elaine Hall takes on the challenge of coaching a group of autistic children to write and perform their own amateur theatrical production. Reagan focuses on five particulars kids (including Neal, Hall's adopted son); their personalities and behavioral quirks encompass a wide range that effectively illustrates how autism is highly idiosyncratic and mostly irreducible to a particular set of symptoms. For instance, compare hyperactive, talkative Henry to withdrawn Neal, who cannot speak without the aid of a keyboarded voice box. Somewhere in between is Lexie, an affable fourteen-year-old girl whose astonishing singing voice is poignantly at odds with her mostly reserved, internal nature.
We intimately get to know each child and their parents as they attend classes, workshops and rehearsals. As this happens, the film also dispels myths about the disease. It presents these kids as real, complicated individuals with uncertain futures, not glossing over their flaws and difficulties, but not painting a sentimental portrait of them either. The musical itself is something to behold: although far from seamless, it's incredibly moving just to see what each child has accomplished. AUTISM: THE MUSICAL also isn't entirely seamless, as the editing could be tighter in spots. However, it is inspirational without being maudlin, and remarkable in how naturally it moves us respect these kids as we would any other—perhaps the thing their parents desire most for them.

21 November 2007

FIVE YEARS AND A MOVIE MEME

I began blogging five years ago today. Instead of linking to my very first post (if you look hard enough, you'll find it), I present a movie meme. I've been wanting to do one for some time; I found it here.

1. Name a movie that you have seen more than 10 times. A CHRISTMAS STORY, thanks to incessant, round-the-clock screenings on cable every year.

2. Name a movie that you’ve seen multiple times in the theater. MULHOLLAND DR. Just thinking about the opening music gives me chills.

3. Name an actor that would make you more inclined to see a movie. Tilda Swinton.

4. Name an actor that would make you less likely to see a movie. It’s become cliché to pick on Tom Cruise, but he still deserves it.

5. Name a movie that you can and do quote from. YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN.

6. Name a movie musical that you know all of the lyrics to all of the songs. THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW, although I only saw it in the theater three times.

7. Name a movie that you have been known to sing along with. See # 6.

8. Name a movie that you would recommend everyone see. Jean-Pierre Melville’s ARMY OF SHADOWS, possibly the best movie I saw in a theater in 2006, even though it was made in 1969.

9. Name a movie that you own. I own about 100, but I’ll never sell my copy of THE ROYAL TENENBAUMS.

10. Name an actor that launched his/her entertainment career in another medium but who has surprised you with his/her acting chops. David Bowie—a predictable answer, given his music’s theatricality. But he was brilliant as Warhol in BASQUIAT.

11. Have you ever seen a movie in a drive-in? If so, what? I admit I saw a Jim Carrey double feature of ACE VENTURA: PET DETECTIVE and THE MASK. Yes, it was 1994.

12. Ever made out in a movie? Yes—during 28 DAYS LATER no less.

13. Name a movie that you keep meaning to see but just haven’t yet gotten around to it. Here are a few still simmering on my Netflix queue: ONE FROM THE HEART, DARWIN’S NIGHTMARE, 1900, THE BELIEVER, and FINGERS.

14. Ever walked out of a movie? Regretably, THE LAST PICTURE SHOW, but only because I was ill, and I had seen it before (it’s one of my faves).

15. Name a movie that made you cry in the theater. The end of SHORTBUS moved me to tears.

16. What’s the last movie you saw in the theater? SOUTHLAND TALES, which was ridiculous, incomprehensible and fascinating, in equal amounts.

17. What’s your favorite/preferred genre of movie? I prefer good movies.

18. What’s the first movie you remember seeing in the theater? PINOCCHIO (the Disney version, of course), although THE MUPPET MOVIE must have been second.

19. What movie do you wish you had never seen? CRASH. Along with A BEAUTIFUL MIND, it established a moratorium against my having to see every Academy Award Best Picture nominee each year.

20. What is the weirdest movie you enjoyed? Depends on how you define weird. I guess THE HAPPINESS OF THE KATIKURIS is kinda out there.

21. What is the scariest movie you’ve seen? I don’t know about scary, but PEEPING TOM is easily one of the creepiest films I’ve seen.

22. What is the funniest movie you’ve seen? I’m gathering a list of my favorite, funniest films for a Chlotrudis poll, so I’ll reveal the answer in the next few weeks.

19 November 2007

OTHER CITIES

Rather than post a separate essay for each one of the glamorous locales I've traveled to over the past few months, here's a brief overview:







06 November 2007

THE DARJEELING LIMITED



Wes Anderson's latest follows three brothers as they travel across India on a tripped-out train that gives the film its title. The Whitmans, Francis (Owen Wilson), Peter (Adrien Brody) and Jack (Jason Schwartzman), haven't seen or spoken much to each other since their father's death one year ago; it's immediately apparent why they're estranged. Francis is controlling ringleader of the trio, crafting daily, hyper-detailed itineraries for his brothers (and even ordering food for them on occasion); Peter is a compulsive hoarder and borrower, claiming his father's artifacts for himself (much to Francis' chagrin); and sex-obsessed Jack just seems to be on his own planet much of the time. Naturally, the brothers' effort to reconcile, bond and achieve some sort of spiritual enlightenment doesn't go as Francis planned.

More than anything in Anderson's oeuvre, this film feels transitional. It incorporates many of the themes and stylistic traits he's used since BOTTLE ROCKET: the breakdown and patching up of familial relations, the intricate attention-to-detail (a train's contours prove a natural fit for this), whimsical sequences that add more to the emotional pull than the narrative. On the other hand, it also suggests Anderson is open to expanding his repertoire, if just a tiny bit. Instead of the usual Mark Mothersbaugh score, he supplements the classic rock soundtrack with music from Satyajit Ray's films. Also, when a truly tragic event occurs midway through, he gets the sparse, mournful tone exactly right with a depth of feeling that may surprise some of his critics.

His head half-covered in bandages, Wilson plays a role that seems tailor-made for him (and a bit unnerving, given his recent suicide attempt), as does Schwartzman (who co-wrote the screenplay with Anderson and Roman Coppola). However, Brody gives the revelatory performance here, so completely at ease as he lends complexity to both the film's humorous and sobering moments. The worst one can say about Anjelica Huston's brief, anticipated appearance toward the end is that she looks unexpectedly awful, although her presence still shines through enough to carry her scenes.

On my first viewing, I had some trouble with the film's shambling final third (and in particular, the clumsy, unnecessary extended flashback to the father's funeral). After a second time, I warmed up to most of it, finding it to be a charming (if shaggy) travelogue with a clever payoff that revisits most of the supporting cast. As a huge Anderson admirer, I'm sorry to say THE DARJEELING LIMITED as a whole lacks that empathetic resolve his previous films all had; changed they might be, at the end the Whitmans are barely less self-absorbed than they were before. Fortunately, the film also carries the promise of a mature, career-defining work lurking somewhere within—like the Whitmans, Anderson just needs to shed some of his baggage.

31 October 2007

CONTROL



Why did Joy Division vocalist Ian Curtis hang himself at the age of 23? Was it misery brought on by marital infidelity, an uneasy mixture of meds prescribed for his epilepsy, stress at the onset of fame, or was he just terminally depressed? As with many suicides, the actual motive remains as inscrutable as the man himself. Fortunately, the Curtis biopic CONTROL fully acknowledges this as it admirably attempts to piece together whatever portrait it can of its subject.

Curtis (Sam Riley) is introduced as a moon-faced, Bowie-adoring teenager in 1973. He’s a slacker and a dreamer, but also a bit of a goofball—there's little inkling of the brittle, austere music he’d make a mere five years later. He meets and weds his wife, Debbie (Samantha Morton) at a perilously young age; not long after, he meets his three future band mates at a Sex Pistols concert, which moves him to become a musician, although perhaps move is too strong a word—he volunteers to be a singer with the same affable neutrality as if he were offering someone a ride home from the pub.

The film is most effective when it focuses on Curtis and the band writing, rehearsing, recording and performing their tense, ominous music. As someone only familiar with their best-known song, “Love Will Tear Us Apart”, I instantly understood why Joy Division were so groundbreaking and why this film was made. Much of the credit goes to Riley, who thrillingly exhibits how effortlessly Curtis transformed himself on stage into a spastic, charismatic, one-of-a-kind front man. The rest of the band were obviously cast for their uncanny resemblances to the genuine articles, but their involvement goes beyond mere mimicry—I was floored to find out that the four actors actually performed much of the music in the film.

This is photographer Anton Corbijn's first directorial effort, and it's shot in the moody, high contrast black-and-white style he’s known for. Although often beautifully framed, the images aren’t glossy or overly pretty, lending an authentic air to the film’s grimy, late '70s Manchester setting. There are a few missteps: two brief voiceovers from Curtis aren't really needed, and I cringed when "Love Will Tear Us Apart" appeared on the soundtrack at the most obvious, literal moment. However, most of the film is as economical and crisp as the band's music. With precision and grace, Morton also works wonders with what could've been an inconsequential role.

Adapted from a book by the real Debbie Curtis, CONTROL may prove frustrating for someone fanatically devoted to the band and Curtis' legend. It's a lot to live up to, and as with nearly every biopic, you also sense that it leaves stuff out. In this case, it's often difficult to comprehend how Curtis got from point A to point B. Regardless, this particular version of his life is compelling enough, even if it's more an elegy than a document.

13 October 2007

WORLD'S END

Hingham, Mass., the day before Labor Day. This park is part of the Mass. Trustees of Reservations. The last photo was taken in nearby Hull, along Nantasket Beach--it was too good not to include here.













11 October 2007

AN UPDATE

I've been none-too-ambitious lately, at least where this blog's concerned. Work and life are sucking up too much time and energy. I just spent a long weekend in Minneapolis--went for a wedding and stayed to catch up with family and an old friend that I haven't seen in years. I hadn't been in the Twin Cities in over a decade, and not much has changed (apart from the I-35W bridge collapse, of course).

While there, I saw INTO THE WILD at the Lagoon Cinema. It's a fascinating, ambitious adaptation, but at least a half-hour overlong and terribly marred by Sean Penn's occasionally overwrought, pompous direction (any scene not dealing with the McCandless family is bascially fine). Fortunately, the performances are pretty excellent: it's clearly Emilie Hirsch's film, but Catherine Keener and Hal Holbrook also shine in smaller, less flashy roles.

Also finally saw THE DARJEELING LIMITED upon my return. I'll post a review after I see it again, since Wes Anderson films always resonate more for me after repeated viewings. I'm concerned that the blind spot I gave to some of the director's quirks (and self-indulgence) in his previous films is beginning to fade. Still, I'm excited that he's slowly pushing toward something new with this one: call it a more pronounced maturity and looseness. It gives me hope that he'll eventually make something as wonderful THE ROYAL TENENBAUMS, only without the cute, fussy demeanor that is so off-putting to many. To be continued, indeed.

24 September 2007

THE EDGE OF THE WORLD

Or at least this country. I'm behind in my photo-blogging (ie-too lazy to write anything, so I'll post snapshots instead). These were taken over a month ago on a short trip to Maine's southern coast.










18 September 2007

THE GOLDEN DOOR



Emanuele Crialese's film puts a novel spin on the oft-told tale of Europeans immigrating to America in the early 20th Century: instead of fixating on a traveler's first few proud, iconic moments in the new world, THE GOLDEN DOOR is about what comes before. It follows the Mancusos, a Sicilian family headed by widowed father Salvatore (Vincenzo Amato), his skeptical, superstitious mother and his two teenaged sons.

After a slow, somewhat cryptic start, the film finds its rhythm once the Mancusos reach the overcrowded boat to America. There, the men of the family are charmed by and in awe of Lucy (Charlotte Gainsbourg), a beautiful, comparatively wealthier Englishwoman whose reasons for emigrating with hundreds of Italians is not immediately clear (she's possibly the only person on the boat without exceptionally dirty fingernails). Crialese meticulously recreates what the trip really would've been like all the way to Ellis Island where the incoming are poked and prodded both physically and mentally before they're allowed citizenship (or not).

To these people, America is only a concept, and often a misconception stirred by tall tales and doctored photos of money literally growing on trees. Crialese honors this notion by never showing us (or his characters) any sweeping vistas of the Statue of Liberty or the Manhattan skyline: we're just left with hearsay and dreams, and they suffuse the film with a mysterious, compelling aura. Agnès Godard's cinematography is superb as usual, and her intuitive style meshes well with the director's approach. The whimsical final shot and closing credits, in particular, nail what this unique film is all about—I walked away from it nearly beaming with joy.

12 September 2007

TORONTO BLOGGING

I just returned from the Toronto International Film Festival. I saw 13 films over 5 days. While there, I made a few posts to the Chlotrudis blog:

Days 1 and 2: HOLLYWOOD CHINESE, MY WINNEPEG, THE BANISHMENT, USELESS and PLOY.

Day 3: THE VISITOR and PING PONG PLAYA'.

Day 4: SILENT LIGHT, 4 MONTHS, 3 WEEKS AND 2 DAYS, JUNO and JUST LIKE HOME.

Day 5: WITH YOUR PERMISSION, JELLYFISH and a rundown of ratings.

The festival did not disappoint, and I had time to explore a few new neighborhoods (I stayed here). But I'm glad to be back in Boston--I admit I felt a little homesick by day 4.