And the LA-Themed Movie Summer Continues...

Megan and I have spent a fair amount of our summer evenings watching movies set in Los Angeles. It seems only fitting that--as residents--we should look not merely at the city, but also at the way in which the city sees itself. Though there are discrepancies between the reality of Los Angeles and its various stylized portrayals, most directors seem united in producing generally hopeless and overly decadent images of this, the City of Angels.

So far, our journey has taken us through quite a few different films:

  • Terminator 2: Judgment Day, directed by James Cameron
  • Terminator, directed by James Cameron
  • Twins, directed by Ivan Reitman
  • Beverly Hills Cop, directed by Martin Brest
  • LA Confidential, directed by Curtis Hanson
  • Escape from LA, directed by John Carpenter
  • Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, directed by Russ Meyer
  • Chinatown, directed by Roman Polanski

Yeah, lately it has been pretty much exclusively action films, but hopefully by the end of summer we can get back to some deeper genres. Maybe. Next up for us is "LA Story," acclaimed as one of Steve Martin's finest performances.

Update: Oh, and I forgot to mention that the last three movies we viewed also happen to star the governor of this fine state.

Update 2: I have my cellphone back! If you've been trying to call or text me at all this week I haven't been able to respond--I left my celly on the bus last week and have been phone-less for quite a few days. Today, however, the tether is restored.

brett at 11:52 AM on July 30, 2008 | | Comments (0)

One of the Worst Ever

Written, produced by, and starring Kurt Russel, Escape From LA could be one of the worst movies I've ever seen.

Sure, the synopsis makes this John Carpenter original sound like a real winner (a giant earthquake separates Los Angeles from the continent by flooding the San Fernando Valley), but believe me, it's a disaster. This movie isn't even fun to watch knowing it's a bad movie. Avoid at all costs.

brett at 11:39 AM on July 09, 2008 | | Comments (0)

Hollywood Summer Movies

Since we're in Los Angeles, Megan and I have been making an effort to watch movies about the city, or set in the city. So far we've stuck with classic films, but in the next few weeks plan to move on to something more contemporary.

Both Chinatown and Beyond the Valley of the Dolls are great movies, but for all of their entertainment value, they are quite demanding. Chinatown is long and complex, while Beyond the Valley of the Dolls is, well, mostly just bonkers.

brett at 01:09 PM on July 03, 2008 | | Comments (0)

Encounters at the End of the World

Werner Herzog's newest film, Encounters at the End of the World has already seen play in theaters, but on Friday I received an advance copy of the DVD. Megan and I were blown away by Herzog's travels in Antarctica, and I highly encourage you to check this one out--it is certainly one of Herzog's best.

At Environment Now, we share office space with Grizzly People, a group that Herzog fans may be familiar with from the movie Grizzly Man. Jewel Palovak, interviewed in that film, is around the office quite a bit and was the one who put Encounters in my hand. Cheers to her.

In other news, Los Angeles is a dirty, dirty city.

brett at 09:29 PM on June 28, 2008 | | Comments (0)

I'm dreaming of paprika

I saw a wonderful little anime movie about dreams this weekend at the Ross, and I highly recommend it to anyone who wants to step outside of their mind for a few hours.

Though Paprika did fall into a lot of the misogynistic pitfalls that have characterized and plagued Japanese animation for decades, it was a lot of fun; one of those, "It's a dream, no, it's reality! No, it's really just a dream!" type of movies. The director just keeps pulling tricks on the audience, until there's no choice but to just accept that, well, the world is a dream. I guess that's the conclusion. Anyway, check it out.

brett at 11:37 AM on July 30, 2007 | | Comments (1)

A bug's life

Spencer finally managed to get a copy of Microcosmos, a movie by the same people who did Winged Migration, only it paints a picture of the world from a bug's eye view, rather than a bird's eye view. I dropped in at Spindle last night and watched it with a few people.

Some of the video in this film is absolutely unbelievable. Even 5 minutes of it lends a whole new understanding to the viewer, who comes away feeling that the world of insects, arachnids and plants is one both incredibly like our own, and yet unfathomably different. It's an amazing sensation, and weird that super-enhanced images of bugs are more likely to bring tears to our eyes than prompt cries of "disgusting!"

brett at 08:46 AM on July 12, 2007 | | Comments (0)

Hitchcock Kick

We've been revisiting a few classic movies this week. Tuesday was Psycho, Wednesday was Rear Window and tonight might just be another classic. Or no movies at all.


I love both of these movies, but Psycho is definitely my favorite of the two. Even after seeing the movie before, knowing the story inside and out--and being completely prepared for every scare the movie has to offer--I was still on the edge of my seat from the suspense, and jumping out of it from the scares. What a great pair of films.

brett at 08:57 AM on June 28, 2007 | | Comments (0)

American eccentrics are great

Yesterday night, Ryan, Megan and I went to see the film Plagues and Pleasures on the Salton Sea. I had only read a brief description of the film on the Ross Theater's website, so I was a little skeptical going in with no trailer to judge things by. Boy was I surprised. This film is a gem in documentary film making.

To make a (very long) story short: the Salton Sea is California's largest lake (some 30 plus miles long) that was first filled by flooding from an engineering disaster on the Colorado River in 1905. It subsequently became a resort town designed to rival Palm Springs in the 1950s, but after a wave of crippling storms and agricultural runoff draining into the lake, it has morphed into an ecological disaster driven by incredibly high salinity levels: the lake routinely has fish die-offs in excess of 10 million (due to oxygen shortages and botulism), and also has major avian issues resulting from the contaminated fish.

Environmental concerns aside, the lake is still surrounded by tiny communities of eccentrics who refuse to leave, and still adore their oasis in the desert. The documentary chronicles their fascinating stories: a nudist who lives beside the highway, a man building an painted adobe mountain in tribute to God, relocated residents from L.A.'s South Central neighborhood, "Hunky Daddy," Salton Sea's unofficial mayor, and more. This film is a magnificent look at the lives of those truly American eccentrics who love their individuality and unique position relative to the whole of California. A true portrait of what one resident calls "the last American frontier," where land can still be bought for under a hundred dollars.

Unfortunately it leaves the Ross on Thursday, I believe. So you may want to go see it. Personally, I'm disappointed that I missed opening night last Friday, when the film's director was actually in Lincoln to give a short talk. Rats. More about the area on Wikipedia, and more about the movie here.

brett at 10:17 AM on May 23, 2007 | | Comments (0)

Only 9 people in the theater

Last night Megan and I headed over to the Ross to watch Charles Burnett's 1977 film Killer of Sheep, a film that the Library of Congress cites as a national treasure and that the National Society of Film Critics calls "one of the 100 essential films of all time." It hasn't ever seen mainstream release due to copyright issues with the soundtrack, but has been screened here and there. Finally, this month, it has become accessible through a limited nationwide release, and we figured we would take the opportunity to watch it on the big screen (though apparently only about 9 other people in Lincoln felt like seeing this "long-lost classic of American film.").

I'm not sure that 'masterpiece' is the right word for this--it was beautiful and sad and in every way an aesthetic triumph in its honest portrayal of the Watts Projects in the mid 1970s--but it was still a bit rough around the edges. What's important, though, aren't the slight foibles of the director, but rather the context that this film was made in, and the absolute artistic brilliance of its sublime dialogue and visual composition.

As Dana Stevens writes for Slate:

    Killer of Sheep is a collection of brief vignettes which are so loosely connected that it feels at times like you're watching a non-narrative film. But each of these moving parts has a necessary function, and when the movie's brief 87 minutes are up, you want to watch the whole thing over again to see how they all fit together.

This film probably isn't for everyone, but is certainly something to watch for those who wish to have a slight understanding of the emotional experience of African-Americans in the 1970s (something other than films like Foxy Brown, for example. Burnett turns a compassionate lens on his actors, and coaxes out performances that are at times crushingly depressing and powerfully hopeful.

brett at 08:39 AM on April 24, 2007 | | Comments (0)

Obsessing over Lynch

Last night I finally had a chance to watch a David Lynch movie that I've been dying to see for months. We didn't actually have the DVD, so we watched it in an AVI through my computer hooked up to a television. I think the poor quality probably enhanced the experience, actually.

The film, Lost Highway, actually seems to depart a bit from standard David Lynch cinematography, but it stays committed to what has become Lynch's signature: keeping the audience tense, confused and begging for more. This was an astounding piece of suspense and psychology that I highly recommend. I'm going to try and watch it again sometime soon, actually, so let me know if you want in.

brett at 02:23 PM on April 05, 2007 | | Comments (3)

Worst movie ever

It took five years, but it happened. I have finally seen a movie in theaters that is worse than Panic Room, the awful David Fincher film that not even the brilliant Forest Whitaker could redeem. I remember leaving the Douglas 3 (rest in peace) tasting a little bile on my upper palate--that bad.

So which movie stole the crown from Panic Room? The answer is 300, a film based on a graphic novel of the same name by Frank Miller. This thing was an awful, stinking, steaming heap, that seems better suited for the bottom of my toilet bowl than for the big screen. When I saw this movie was awful, I'm not exaggerating: I would have walked out had it been possible, but I was in mixed company.

And what made 300 so bad? Before I offer my humble opinion, I'll share a few from some others:

  • The New York Times film critic A. O. Scott, described 300 as "about as violent as Apocalypto and twice as stupid."
  • Wesley Morris wrote: "the film never feels like more than an exercise, for the filmmakers and the actors."
  • Robby Eksiel said moviegoers would be dazzled by the "digital action" but irritated by the "pompous interpretations and one-dimensional characters."

This movie is terrible. It's misogynistic, xenophobic, homophobic and shallow. it's decidedly anti-female and conflates a lot of different ideas about the meaning of war, the meaning of glory, and the bigger meaning of just what it is to be a free human. And speaking of 'freedom,' if I had heard the word one more time, I'm not sure what I would have done. Let's just say I'm glad there were no loaded guns nearby because I was ready to end it--for myself, that is. I vote that word be stricken from the dictionary. There is no more use for it in the English language if it is going to be mutilated as badly as this.

By the end of the film, the viewer has no real attachment to any characters because the plot is just that shallow--character development is so thin that after the protagonist finally dies (via arrows and swords), there is no reason to blink an eye, and I'm fairly sure that no one in the audience did. The movie present no tangible emotion to latch on to. No glory and no freedom and no honor. No love--not even the Hollywood style love thrown in to draw the plot strings just a bit tighter. No, not even that.

There is only death and violence, and on that level the movie succeeds: it presents super-stylized massacres with some neat filming tricks that really create a comic book feel that is mesmerizing to watch. I have to admit, the first few battle scenes were great, but then I realized the entire movie was a battle scene, and I was literally snoring. So I guess mesmerizing isn't the right word, perhaps, 'hypnotized into a comatose state,' would be better.

When it's all over we forget where we started, what we learned, and what the overall point was. The movie had phenomenal potential but was ultimately ruined by lack of a cogent plot, lack of real characters viewers can identify with, and of course it's blatantly misogynistic and borderline racist motifs. The logic and rhetoric in this film was so confusing and contradictory that I can't imagine the way it must have made all the fourteen-year-old boys in the theater feel.

Sickening. I should have listened to Walker, who summed it up much better than I did when he said, "Don't go see that movie. It sucks."

Update: God I fucking hated this movie. I can't even say any more, but I also can't stop thinking about it, so instead of typing, I'm just going to let others much more qualified than myself do the talking:

From A.O. Scott at the New York Times:

    The big idea, spelled out over and over in voice-over and dialogue in case the action is too subtle, is that the free, manly men of Sparta fight harder and more valiantly than the enslaved masses under Xerxes’ command. Allegory hunters will find some gristly morsels of topicality tossed in their direction, but you can find many of the same themes, conveyed with more nuance and irony, in a Pokémon cartoon.

From the New York Post:

    As 300 doomed warriors of ancient Sparta march into the Battle of Thermopylae against hundreds of thousands of Persians, the movie version of the Frank Miller (“Sin City”) comic book becomes less a salute to the “Braveheart” school of right-wing action movies than a parody of them. Its philosophical underpinnings are not freedom and courage but Itchy and Scratchy.
    ...
    But keeping in mind Slate's Mickey Kaus' Hitler Rule - never compare anything to Hitler - it isn't a stretch to imagine Adolf's boys at a "300" screening, heil-fiving each other throughout and then lining up to see it again.

And finally, probably the best article comes courtesy of the Star-Ledger. Here's an excerpt:

    ...like so many post 9/11 films -- whether it's the happy Hobbit epics of Peter Jackson or the mad mythmaking of "Alexander" -- "300" casts this as a parable of East vs. West, with the East standing for all that is decadent and barbarian, and the West for everything that is democratic and civilized.
    It's Saturday-matinee xenophobia.
    The Greeks are all manly men who courageously fight half-naked, swinging broadswords; the Persian Army is made up of Africans, Asians and Arabs, "endless hordes" from "the darkest corners" of the empire, fighting with cowardly bows and arrows and bombs. Their leaders are swarthy, and have the reverberating voices of monsters; their king is a seven-foot drag queen.
    There is no question, of course, as to whom we are supposed to root for.

brett at 09:30 AM on March 13, 2007 | | Comments (7)

Tomorrow Night

Finally, Iraq In Fragments will be showing in Lincoln.

Tomorrow night I'll be going to see it at the Ross. This will probably be one of the best documentaries of the year, and judging by the reviews, a tear-jerker, too.

brett at 09:22 AM on February 15, 2007 | | Comments (1)

Sean Penn

So far this week I've seen two Sean Penn movies, and they were both pretty good. U-Turn and 21 Grams.

Also, I think I may have developed a crush on French actress Charlotte Gainsbourg, who must certainly have one of the strangest faces in all of filmdom.

I think I enjoyed U-Turn a little bit better, but then again both of these were abrasive movies, gritty and psychological, so they each had something different to offer the viewer. Now I suppose I should probably go out and rent Babel (which was just nominated for a best picture Oscar today).

brett at 09:25 AM on January 23, 2007 | | Comments (2)

A Scanner Darkly

Okay, so I fell asleep halfway through this movie. Maybe more than halfway. I'm very disappointed in myself.

When I woke up Ryan was gone and it was something like 3:30 a.m. He was kind enough to shut off the lights though. I decided to finish the night sleeping upright on my couch--which wasn't so bad--but as for finishing the movie, I'll have to do that after work today.

brett at 09:18 AM on January 17, 2007 | | Comments (3)

Coming Soon

I have some free Ross movie passes, so I'm going to be using them soon. One movie on the list is Our Daily Bread, a surreal look inside the world of high-tech agriculture.

Should be a good one for all of us to see--and not just the meat eaters who are divorced from the food production process. It seems like there's a lot that vegetarians can learn about where their food comes from in this, too.

    In a series of visually stunning, continuously tracking, wide-screen images that seem right out of a science-fiction movie, we see the places where food is cultivated and processed: surreal landscapes optimized for agricultural machinery, clean rooms in cool industrial buildings designed for maximum efficiency, and elaborate machines that operate on a 'disassembly line' basis. There's little space for humans here. They almost seem like flaws in this system: undersized and vulnerable, though they adapt as best they can, with chemical suits, respirators, ear protectors, and helmets. They do the jobs for which machines have not yet been invented. Dispensing entirely with explanatory commentary or 'talking-head' interviews, OUR DAILY BREAD unfolds on the screen like a disturbing dream: an endlessly fascinating flow of images, an insistent gaze, accompanied only by the persistent industrial soundtrack—whirring, clattering, booming, slurping—of the ingenious marvels of mechanization employed by agri-business.

How can this not be brilliant? It opens February 23rd at the Ross. I'll be out of town that week, but when I get back, someone should come see it with me. As for tonight, however, it looks like it's going to be The Dixie Chicks: Shut Up & Sing.

Unrelated, but also important: everyone send Megan good thoughts, she's home sick with the flu and her little children at school miss her!

brett at 10:46 AM on January 16, 2007 | | Comments (0)

Magnolia

I love this movie so much.

It's been years since I've seen it, and I still love it. One of Tom Cruise's finest performances ever. I'll be checking out the bonus DVD tonight.

brett at 10:20 AM on January 16, 2007 | | Comments (0)

Best movie ever?

Last night I watched One Hour Photo with a few friends, and I was completely blown away. Completely. This was one of the most beautifully shot films I've seen in years, and absolutely nail-biting-ly terrifying to boot.

Who knew that Robin Williams still had any serious acting talent left in him? I certainly thought he was finished, but wow, he proved me wrong. This movie was a psychological tour de force, a masterpiece that had me simultaneously laughing, crying and hiding behind my hands. There were also a few jump-out-of-your-seat moments mixed in as well. What a phenomenal film.

Because I'm lazy, here's a summary from IMDB:

    A department store photo clerk, Seymour 'Sy' Parrish, is exceptionally knowledgeable about photography, and has been developing photos for the Yorkin family since their son was a baby. However, Sy also lives a very solitary and lonely life - with no wife, girlfriend, or family in the picture. Sy begins to develop a disturbing obsession with the Yorkins and what they have, and when he is fired for theft he goes over the top. Having discovered a disturbing secret about Mr. Yorkin, he exacts angry revenge in a chilling manner..

One Hour Photo has an incredible amount of mesmerizing moments in it, from the simple way in which Sy walks through SavMart, to the first time we see him at home--color and timing are used with the music to great success. Each scene looks like a photo, and nearly every single shot is composed as such. An absolutely gorgeous film that tip-toed the line between the real, and the morbidly surreal.

Not only that but it's a great story, a beautifully told tale of a stalker that raises a lot of questions about morality, empathy and our own lives in suburban America. Anyway, go check it out, this is definitely my new favorite movie.

The way in which we see beautiful, happy family photos in the context of a man like Sy serves a purpose in the movie: to make us think. It's always wonderful when a director can take something so simple--the family photo--and present it in a manner that makes one's skin crawl. Such is the case when we first see the Yorkin family transposed into Sy's living room, the snapshots of a loving family are completely transformed by obsession, from simple, cherished memories into something much darker.

I also loved the final scene of the movie, though I won't give you any "spoilers."

John Sypal, this is a movie you must see.

brett at 10:24 AM on January 10, 2007 | | Comments (3)

Jisatsu

So I finally watched a movie that I had burned to DVD over 6 months ago: Suicide Club.

Definitely one of the more bizarre films I've seen lately, quite a change from The Devil Wears Prada (which I did enjoy, so keep your comments to yourself). This was, certainly, a departure though. From the Amazon page about the movie:

A wave of unexplainable suicides sweeps across Tokyo after 54 smiling high school girls join hands and throw themselves from a subway platform into an oncoming train. Are the jumpers part of a cult? What is the connection to the website that chronicles suicides...before they happen? And, what is the connection to the Japanese all-girl pop group "Desert?" Suicide Club is a stylish, bizarre thriller that examines pop culture and disaffected youth.

This left me feeling confused and chuckling, yet somehow I felt a sort of understanding that the world we live in today is driving us all toward suicide. Maybe? I think that was the point. Who knows. There's a great scene where a guy jumps to his death but somehow lands on his girlfriend in the street.

Anyway. Bizarre. Bizarre but good. I'm glad Ryan and Megan were around to share this one with me.

brett at 09:27 AM on January 05, 2007 | | Comments (1)

Brick

Walker and Eric had recommended this movie, and last night I finally was lucky enough to see it. Great stuff, it really was.

It's basically this hardboiled detective story that is set in a high-school, with all the main characters being students. The dialogue alone is enough to warrant a viewing.

brett at 08:29 AM on December 13, 2006 | | Comments (4)

Winged Migration

So I rented this last night, directed by the same dude who did the amazing Microcosmos. Not quite as cool, but still pretty neat to watch.

Definitely gives you the sensation of flying, and is one of those nature movies that makes you very happy you don't eat meat nor hunt. Good thing I watched it with a fellow vegetarian.

brett at 09:47 AM on November 16, 2006 | | Comments (0)

Good News

I just got an e-mail from my good buddy and fellow Japan traveler Lis Reinkordt:

    This month, I'm honored to have been selected as the featured artist on the artsite OneBeta
    My film Man's Last Great Invention is available for viewing on the site right now, and while you're there, you should look at some of the incredible work that has been featured in previous months. Thanks to Nic Bartlett for putting this together!
    Also, on the horizon, the ThoughtFarmers installation group will be putting together the Multiplex in the near future, so keep your eyes ready for gallery-wall-smashing video art...
    Love, Elisabeth

So this means you all should probably go check it out. Here's the link, enjoy.

brett at 01:57 PM on November 14, 2006 | | Comments (0)

Better to say nothing at all

Last night while nosing around the video store I live above, this documentary nearly jumped off the shelf at me. Typically I spend 20 or 30 minutes poking through the aisles at Spindle trying to decide what to rent, and yet The N Word was a quick and easy rental to make.

"Divided We Stand," reads the subtitle, which accurately sums up the opinions offered in the film. The directors interview many contemporary black academics, actors and musicians to get their take on just what the word has come to mean, what should be done about it, and what the implications are for society as a whole. The film features Samuel L. Jackson, Talib Kweli, Michael Rappaport, Geroge Carlin, and more.

There's also some exceptional poetry performances interspersed throughout the interviews, the best of which is Saul Williams performing energetically and encouragingly toward the end of the film. His piece stretches on for nearly 4 or 5 minutes, and it's fantastic. Some of the other poems included are by the likes of Carl Sandburg and Langston Hughes--great stuff here.

But this isn't a movie about poetry. No, it's about the word nigger.

Perhaps the most interesting thing, for me, is when the directors get to interviews with younger, high-school aged kids. White high-school kids. They all, with no trace of apprehension, use the word and defend it's usage among non-blacks, something which is fascinating to me because it is completely foreign, yet reflects an almost complete paradigm shift in the way we see the word itself.

I've been called "Nigga" before by black friends, yet despite the endearing tone it's something that's hard for me to grapple with, simply because the weight of racism and slavery behind it. Yet it comes completely natural for many of the younger generation to spit out as if it were, "What's up man. What's up pimp. Whatup player," and so on.

It's odd to think that I am only a few years removed from that kind of usage--had I been born in 1988 or 1990 I would probably be tossing it around to my friends: "Hey nigga, what's up?" Or maybe I wouldn't. But it seems like a lot of kids today are comfortable with that usage, due to the ubiquity of hip-hop music and culture.

For me, however, the word still carries a sting to it. Simply hearing it said can cause me to blanch, regardless of whether it is said in a friendly way or not. This is particularly troubling for me, as I'm someone who uses words on a daily basis to make a living, and who truly feels that words are, as George Carlin says, "Just words! It's all about context." What I'm saying is that I shouldn't be so uptight. It's not the word, but the meaning behind it that matters, right?

Right. But I think I'll stick to my current usage pattern which is to omit it from any type of speech except that in which I am singing aloud to rap music.

And even then maybe I should drop it.

Ah well.

Another interesting thought offered by some of the academics interviewed is that the euphemism "The N Word" is actually worse than the use of the word "nigger," precisely because it is explicitly covering up the past in what amounts to a cute, simple phrase. As one older man interviewed says, "How soon until the word 'lynch' becomes 'The L Word.'"

Lots to think about here.

The documentary certainly provides plenty of food for thought, but importantly leaves the viewer to decide for herself how they will apply the word in their life, how they will let it affect them, and just what it means when someone says it. Go pick it up.

brett at 12:38 PM on November 14, 2006 | | Comments (0)

Movie Tonight

I think I'm going to head over the Ross and see Factotum tonight. If anyone wants to join me just give me a call. I'll probably go to the 7 or 9 show. Not sure about it yet.

I probably should read the book before seeing the movie, but unless I can finish Factotum before tonight then I'll be heading in to this one blind. We'll see how it is.

brett at 10:03 AM on November 06, 2006 | | Comments (0)

Never answer the phone

Last night I finally watched Memento, something I've been meaning to do for quite a long time. No real need to review it, except to say that I didn't find it complex, rather I found it beautiful because of its simplicity.

"Find him and kill him."

brett at 10:07 AM on October 19, 2006 | | Comments (2)

Born Into This

I know how cliched and lame it is to be a Charles Bukowski fan, but I can't really help it. Something about his terse, honest slob-ishness appeals to me. It speaks to me. Last night I finally got around to watchin the documentary about his life, made in 2004.

When you first hear him talk, and watch him drunkenly read poetry, it sort of seems like he's a homeless alcoholic who has been given a platform. There's so much more to the guy, though. His most amazing quality is his honesty, and the way he bared his soul with little regard for the consequences.

Perhaps the most intersting part of the documentary is when he breaks down in tears after reading a poem, saying to the journalist interviewing him, "Shit, see. Now look I've gotten sentimental."

The light is getting dim, old boy.

brett at 10:23 AM on October 09, 2006 | | Comments (2)

Stop Snitchin' ...

... Stop lyin'

Nuff said.

brett at 09:23 AM on May 15, 2006 | | Comments (0)