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July 06, 2009

Claude Lelouch's Rendezvous

Via Slate, this pretty amazing short film consisting of a drive through the streets of Paris-- at 140 mph.

Claude Lelouch's Rendezvous... from Dat on Vimeo.

As Kevin Conley explains,

The director, who had no permits to film or to stop traffic, hooked a camera to the front bumper of a Mercedes-Benz (in the only bit of film trickery, the sound of the motor was played by a five-speed Ferrari) and filmed the entire movie in a single cinema-verité take: He drove through the streets of Paris at five in the morning, through red lights, around the Arc de Triomphe, down the Champs-Élysées, against one-way traffic, over sidewalks, at speeds up to 140 miles per hour. The film ends after nine terrifying minutes when the driver parks the car in Montmartre and a blonde comes up the stairs toward Sacre Coeur. (It was a date.) After the first showing, the director was arrested for endangering public safety.

I suspect if you're familiar with Paris, this is even more terrifying a spectacle.

June 24, 2009

Kitten on a Roomba

Yes, I'm working on a bunch of different things, but... who can resist video of a kitten on a Roomba?

December 22, 2008

Tom Cruise, sex, money, and the future

A perfectly entertaining fluffy piece on Slate on Tom Cruise and Risky Business takes a sudden turn into actual insight, when it talks about how Cruise and his friends paid for their adventures by cashing in savings bonds given to them by relatives.

("You people have a lot of bonds," observes one of the hookers, dryly.) It is a perfectly calibrated act of rich-kid heedlessness but with the clever subtext that, during a time of runaway inflation (as the '70 were), it makes little sense to save for "the future." This is a word the script of Risky Business never loses a chance to deploy. The hookers say future and mean the shameless score. ("He's got such nice friends. Clean, polite … quick. I think there's a real future here.") The boys say future and mean some far off Valhalla to which they may never be invited. "I don't want to make a mistake," Joel whines to his friend Miles, his Faustian tempter, "and jeopardize my future!" "Joel, let me tell you something," replies Miles. "Every now and then say, 'What the fuck.' 'What the fuck' gives you freedom. Freedom brings opportunity. Opportunity makes your future."

The '80s did for money what the '60s did for sex. They told a miraculously tempting lie about the curative powers of disinhibition. It took AIDS, feminism, and sociobiology a while to catch up to our illusions about free love. It has taken cronyism, speculation, and manic overleveraging a while to catch up to our illusions about free money. Now that Ponzi capitalism is collapsing in on itself, the perverse disjunction, of saying "what the fuck" and thereby securing your "future," is simply no longer tenable.

I guess this is why I read Slate. Or why I read at all.

September 02, 2008

Second quote of the day

Alex Kingston on living in Los Angeles:

It's an odd place, but there are things that are nice about it, like the weather. You wake up knowing exactly what the day is going to be like and it's you that's going to do something different; the day itself is the same.

September 01, 2008

Clone Wars

We went to see Star Wars: Clone Wars this afternoon, because a weekend spent at Monterey Bay Aquarium and the park with cousins wasn't entertaining enough, or something. (Actually, I'm going to be away for a week, and we sometimes go into hyper-activities mode for a bit before a trip.) Naturally, the kids enjoyed it, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was watching a bunch of wooden pieces from a novelty Star Wars chess set.

In a way, of course, given George Lucas' notorious inability to get interesting performances out of even really expressive actors (one mustn't blame him for Hayden Christensen, but what other director in history has inspired Samuel L. Jackson to not be a badass), it's a very logical decision to make an animated Star Wars film in which the characters look wooden; it's cinema verité for that universe.

And maybe the hyperkinetic light saber duels are what Lucas always wanted those fights to be like. But the battles are shot using a combination of sweeping, Peter Jackson-like pans and zooms, and Spielberg, Saving Private Ryan-like shaky first person handheld camera views that is, to say the least, inconsistent: the one wants to impress you with the terrible grandeur and awesome courage summoned by war, while the other wants you to smell the vomit and cordite.

The story itself wasn't any worse than any other of the recent Star Wars movies, but talk about the soft bigotry of low expectations....

What I'd really love to see is a series of remakes of the whole series by different directors. If there's one franchise that could survive having competing versions, it's this one. What could John Woo, for example, do with the epic story of friendship and betrayal that is the first three movies? What if someone refashioned Amidala into a seriously complex, interesting character who's actually ten or fifteen years older than Skywalker? I like Natalie Portman, but what could Julianne Moore, or at least Jennifer Anniston, do with the role?

August 19, 2008

Harsh

The Guardian reviews the new Star Wars: Clone Wars.

Drained of wit, charm or intelligence, (un)animated avatars of what were once, figuratively as well as literally, flesh-and-blood characters drag their way through an opaque and tedious farrago, uttering lines that would disgrace a speak-your-weight machine.

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May 30, 2008

Prince Caspian

I took the kids to see the new Narnia movie last weekend, and we all thought it was pretty good.

Thinking over the film these last few days (and not giving away anything essential), what sticks with me most is the transformation of Susan, the oldest girl and an archer, into an efficient and remorseless killer. While Peter and Edmund are all adolescent bluster and heraldry, Susan just notches arrows and brings her opponents down, without all the histrionics. (She makes Orlando Bloom's Legolas look like Hamlet.)

What's also interesting is that nothing is made of it in the plot. Susan doesn't start taking out people (or trolls, or horses, or whoever) to make up for being neglected by her parents, or because she's competing with Peter, or anything like that. if anything, it's either old-fashioned sublimation, or just the sort of thing a protective older sister does... in a dangerously unstable alternate universe.

December 30, 2007

World's End

Last night I watched Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End. The kids saw it at Safeway the other day, and having just been allowed to watch the first movie, wanted to make sure we had the complete set.

I really liked the first movie, and thought the second was perfectly entertaining, but this one suffered from the same problem that plagued Spider-Man 3 and Matrix Revolutions: namely, the writers seemed to hope that putting in five plots, gigantic special effects, and endless action would hide the absence of a single good idea and clear story. And the final disposition of the main characters, especially Will Turner, is a total let-down.

You know it's a bad sign when you're watching a movie that features a guy with an octopus face, for goodness sake, and you react to some new plot twist with the thought, "Now that's implausible."

[To the tune of Bombay Dub Orchestra, "The Berber of Seville (The Berber of Suburbia Mix)," from the album "Bombay Dub Orchestra".]

November 23, 2007

Strange caveat

From the New York Times review of "Starting Out in the Evening:"

“Starting Out in the Evening” is rated PG-13 (Parents strongly cautioned). It has some profanity, sexual situations and references to the work of D. H. Lawrence.

[To the tune of Pete Townshend, "Give Blood," from the album "Gold".]

September 07, 2007

Best. Movie. Criticism. Ever.

From Dana Steven's review of Shoot 'Em Up:

Michael Davis... seems to have scribbled the dialogue with one hand while operating a gaming joystick with the other.

Davis has cited John Woo's cult classic Hardboiled (in which Chow Yun-Fat rescues a baby in the midst of a gunfight) as an influence, proving once again that watching cool movies is a less-than-sufficient apprenticeship for making cool movies.

Actually, come to think of it, one day that's probably how we'll write.

[To the tune of Pink Floyd, "Not Now John," from the album "The Final Cut".]

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August 17, 2007

Sunshine and sacrifice

For some curious reason, within the last few week I've seen "Sunshine," the Danny Boyle movie about a mission to the Sun, and Steven Soderbergh's remake of "Solaris."

Solaris has its moments, and is a great example of the science fiction film as exercise in close-observation psychology. However, it lacks Tarkovsky's crazy inventiveness, and the movie's end is strangely limp and ambiguous, particularly in contrast to the original's wild ending.

Sunshine has gotten some pretty negative reviews, but I thought it was brilliant and haunting: hardly perfect, but admirable for its audacity. Visually it's very striking, great at contrasting the claustrophobic and slightly crazy life within the ship with the terrifying energy outside it, and struck through with all kinds of fascinating visual touches-- virtual reality rooms, holographic displays, things you've seen in lots of science fiction movies before, but done really well. There aren't many movies this bright, where the light is allowed to be so strong and overwhelming. (It's as if the film were made by a people with a hundred different words for sunlight.) At its best, the music is wonderful, as are the sound effects generally. And I don't buy the idea that the ghost ship detour, or the twist in the last half hour, is a bad move: I thought it worked, especially given who the "ghost" turns out to be.

(Spoiler after the jump. Carpe diem.)

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July 08, 2007

Ratatouille

After dropping off my daughter so she could go to a birthday party, my son and I went to see Ratatouille. It was brilliant. It's your basic Brad Bird "unlikely buddies triumph despite many adversities, several crazy chases, and a big misunderstanding that must be overcome" movie.

The critics are right: Bird has become quite brilliant, the animation world's answer to Spielberg or Kubrick. One of the long tracking scenes, which follows the main character (a rat named Remy) through the walls of an apartment building and up to the roof, is as imaginative as the spider scene in Minority Report; the animation is fabulous; and the action scenes... they're terrific, but I can't help but think, "Boy, this would make a great ride. I wonder how much that concern shaped the scene." Then I wonder, so long as the scene is good, does that matter?

And my son loved it, too. No doubt he'll love the ride as well.

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June 13, 2007

Johnny Depp attacked by precocious Japanese pirate-pianist children

This (via Defamer) is very peculiar. It peaks in about the second minute, when two 4 year-olds play Rimsky Korsakoff... but it's quite strange throughout.

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February 01, 2007

Even more Departed

The L.A. Times reports that there are ideas for a sequel to The Departed:

The elegiac title and murderous conclusion of "The Departed" may have signaled a brutal, blood-red finality, but in Hollywood any potential franchise can be revived by a strong-enough dose of green.

"The Departed" is by far director Martin Scorsese's biggest hit, with a gross of more than $260 million worldwide — a number bound to escalate if the intricate thriller wins an Oscar next month for best picture (one of its five Academy Award nominations). And so sources close to the film say that screenwriter William Monahan, who also received a nod for his "Departed" screenplay last week, has begun working out a potential take that would extend a connected story line and involve some of the same characters.

Given that everyone but Mark Wahlberg dies at the end, I don't see how they can possibly do a sequel.

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January 20, 2007

Heat again

My wife went to bed early tonight, so after the kids were asleep, I did what I often do when I'm alone at night: get out edits to an article, and put on Michael Mann's great movie Heat. Having recently watched Miami Vice (which I thought was totally brilliant), and having spent a long week banging out several proposals for new projects, I was in the mood for something stylish and diverting.

I always like Heat, but I noticed two things about it-- and more generally, about Mann's work-- this time around.

First, Mann has a terrific ear. Yes, he made Jan Hammer a household name in the 1980s, but despite that, his choice of music for his movies is inspired. I was impressed with the soundtrack to Miami Vice, and the choice of Moby's "God Moving Over the Face of the Waters" at the end of Heat turns an already-strong ending into one of the most amazing movie finales ever.

Second, while Heat, Collateral, and Miami Vice are very much guy movies, what with all the guns and cars and attention to the fine technical details of criminal and police procedure, Mann places tremendous weight on his female characters-- and they come through. None of the women in Heat have happy lives, but when you're working with Diane Venora, Amy Brenneman, and Natalie Portman, they're never merely Symbols of The Evil That Men Do: they're too good to let their characters collapse into single dimensions. Their work is all the more impressive given how little screen time they actually have, and how economically they have to communicate everything that's going on with them: Portman's three brief, wrenching scenes have more emotional complexity than Star Wars I-III, and in her last scene, Brenneman manages to communicate an immense amount of confusion and turmoil just standing still. Really amazing.

Back to editing. Maybe I'll cue up Infernal Affairs next.

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November 25, 2006

The power of Cars

Across the street from my in-laws there's someone who owns an ancient VW bus. It looks like it's one step from the junkyard, but like many VWs, it seems destined forever to defy the odds and keep running.

This evening, as we were leaving their grandparents, my daughter pointed to the bus and said, "Look! That's the kind of car that sells the organic oil!"*

[To the tune of Steven Tyler, "I Love Trash," from the album "Songs From The Street: 35 Years Of Music".]

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October 30, 2006

The Prestige

Today-- yesterday, by now-- my wife and I went to see The Prestige. She thought it was terrible (though her reaction immediately after the movie was, "I wasn't crazy about it" and ratcheted up with each person she told). In contrast, I thought it was absolutely brilliant: the story, the acting, the crazy Victorian machine-work magic-- it all worked fabulously. (The obligatory Ricky Jay appearance did not disappoint.)

About the title: as Michael Caine (who is reunited with two other Batman Begins alumni, actor Christian Bale and director Christopher Nolan) explains in the opening, every good magic trick starts with "the pledge," which sets up the illusion; "the take turn," in which the object disappears; and "the prestige," in which it reappears.

To say that the movie has twists and turns is a vast understatement. I thought I had it figured out, but was blown away by the end.

My wife had one objection that I agree with: you don't really like either of the main characters, and don't feel like rooting for them. It's more like watching two scorpions: you're interested in the outcome, but not invested in either side.

Though I'm going to be a sucker for any movie featuring Victorian London, Nikola Tesla (played by a very good but unrecognizable David Bowie), and professional obsession.

October 28, 2006

Now I have to live with the image of Kermit the Frog with two AK-47s

The Muppet Matrix:

Clearly I need to check Alex Halavais' blog more often.

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October 27, 2006

Foreign films are a different world

My wife and I are looking for a movie to see this weekend, and so I hit Fandango. Between the films I don't want to see (Flicka) she doesn't want to see (The Departed), and neither of us want to see (just about everything else), we're having a hard time finding anything. [Update: For the record, Heather declares that Flicka is a kids' movie. In my defense, the preview looked like they'd updated it some-- I think Flicka is now captured by terrorists, and that country singer Ali McGraw goes to save her.]

But I came across this, and can't decide if the synopsis reflects bad translation, shoddy work by a resentful freelancer-- or, most frightening of all, actually is an accurate description of what the movie is about.

DON

Cast: Shahrukh Khan, Priyanka Chopra, Arjun Rampal
Director: Farhan Akhtar
Genre: Action/Adventure, Art House/Foreign
Synopsis: A huge Indian group embarks on a dangerous mission to capture Don - the drug mafia king in Malaysia. When Don is severly wounded in a police encounter, word spreads that he is dead. The secret is that Don is held captive in a secret location, while Vijay, his bumbling look a like, is made-up and sent to take down Don's gang.

Is it just the Provigil wearing off, or does that make no sense?

I think the new Christopher Nolan movie about competing magicians in late Victorian London, or the one where Helen Mirren plays Queen Elizabeth, are probably the best compromise candidates.

September 14, 2006

A talking head among the escargot and Norwegian sparkling water

I spent the morning at the Draegers in San Mateo, being interviewed for a British documentary on new technology. It was quite a lot of fun.


An awful lot of film work is just setting up shots

I've only done a couple of these interviews-- print is more my medium-- and I've got a lot to learn, but I find them very interesting experiences. For one thing, watching the negotiations between members of the film crew can be fascinating, because good crews are a highly skilled bunch, who have to pay constant attention to their surroundings: if you stand too close to a freezer, you pick up a hum on the mikes, and if you're walking down the wrong aisle the light might reflect in the wrong way. An immense amount of attention and work goes into making ten second piece of film look like regular life.


The monitor shows you what the shot looks like, so you can catch things if they go wrong

While we were shooting, one of the shoppers came up to us and said he was a retired sound engineer, and we chatted a bit. He expressed disdain for tape, but admitted that when he was in the business, the old-timers thought magnetic audio tape was a step backwards: they liked being able to look on the audio track on the film, and see where there were gaps in the sound, when something was too loud, etc..


Working through the shooting script

The other fascinating thing is that while you get called because you know stuff, it's not enough to just be an expert. You also have to kind of act the part of an expert. But if you look too self-conscious and artificial, that's bad. You're doing a kind of performance around what you are; it's almost like you're playing a better-looking or more distinguished version of yourself, the authoritative and recognizable you'll actually be... after this thing airs.


Draegers has a lot of stuff, but I think this looked atypical even for them!

My advisors in grad school used to tell me before interviews to "be yourself, only more so," and I think this is what they were getting at.

And while it may seem like a curious place to talk about technology, Draegers, along with Fry's, represent the alpha and omega of Silicon Valley retail experiences.

[To the tune of Jean Jacques Perrey and Luke Vibert, "You Moog Me," from the album "Moog (Soundtrack from the Motion Picture)".]

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September 10, 2006

Re-watching the Alien movies

Last week my wife and I removed all the grown-up movies from the living room, and put them on bookshelves in our bedroom. And not a moment too soon. One of this year's birthday presents was the Alien Quadrilogy (is "quadrilogy" even a word? why not "quartet"?). When I was a kid, even the art on the box would have freaked me out for a week; so it's best that the movies are hidden away.

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July 28, 2006

Quote of the day

From Slate's review of Miami Vice:

In Miami Vice (Universal), the nightscapes of L.A. are replaced by a transnational [Michael] Mann-land: Whether you're in Miami, Havana, or a lawless frontier city straddling the borders of Paraguay, Argentina, and Brazil, there's no shortage of stark-white apartments with spectacular ocean views, where gorgeous biracial women take long hot showers as R&B throbs in the background.

[To the tune of U2, "Miami," from the album "Pop".]

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July 14, 2006

Keanu and the coolness of emptiness

A perceptive bit about Keanu Reeves (one of my favorite organic synthespians) from Slate's review of A Scanner Darkly (one of those drug-saturated books that really makes you want to not take drugs):

Like the self in Buddhist philosophy, Keanu is less a person than an empty place-holder....

[I]t's often been observed that Keanu Reeves is less an actor than a reactor. But, like the stolen hydrogen-powered device in the 1996 Keanu vehicle Chain Reaction, he can be a reactor of unexpected force and power. This is how the androgynous Keanu has succeeded for more than a decade as an action star. It's Keanu's very passivity, his unflappable Zen emptiness, that makes him a compellingly quiet and focused hero. Somehow you believe he could stay calm while defusing a bomb on the underside of a moving bus, or even halt a bullet using only his mind.

[To the tune of The Beatles, "Hey Jude," from the album "1".]

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Why you don't sit next to experts at movies

One of my worst movie experiences was watching the Robert DeNiro-Jeremy Irons film The Mission. Not because it's a bad movie, or because I was in a bad theatre.

No, it was because I went with my father, who's an expert on Latin American history, and spent the whole time complaining about historical inaccuracies in the movie.

The high point was when he grumbled that a certain ornamental cross in one scene actually wouldn't reach southern Brazil wouldn't fifty years. I must admit I also felt a certain degree of admiration that he'd know something that obscure.

So this critique of Pirates of the Caribbean by a marine biologist struck a familiar, nay even nostalgic, chord.

[via Schneier]

[To the tune of The Beatles, "Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds," from the album "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band".]

July 10, 2006

In how many movies...

...has Keanu Reeves played a character who could download information directly into his brain?

There was the Matrix trilogy, of course, and the lamentable Johnny Mnemonic. Where else has Keanu been able to put information in his head the way the rest of us put money on our cash cards?

[To the tune of En Vogue, "Free Your Mind," from the album "Funky Divas".]

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June 18, 2006

My movie critic

Yesterday we took the kids to see "Cars," the new Pixar, umm, vehicle. I liked it more than I expected to, given that the reviews have been pretty lukewarm.

As we were leaving the theatre, we ran into another Peninsula School family. They asked us what we'd just seen.

"Cars!" the children yelled.

"How was it?" they asked.

"It was cool," my son said.

My daughter added, "It was mainly about friendship."

I suppose it's not the subtlest movie, but I was still impressed at her comment.

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June 11, 2006

An Inconvenient Truth

My wife and I went to see An Inconvenient Truth this afternoon. (She's actually seen Gore give the talk live, but still...) I think the movie would have been strengthened by dropping the few minutes' criticism of the Bush White House's opposition to climate science and rewriting of scientific reports on global warming. At this point, who doesn't know that the White House's attitude to scientific truth is one that would seemed too relativist for the Yale English department in the heyday of deconstruction?

But overall, I thought it was great. Granted, you're basically watching a guy... give a... Powerpoint presentation. A very well-done one, and actually Gore uses Keynote, but still. Clearly we've reached some significant moment in our culture when you can make a movie of a guy's multimedia presentation.

I have to wonder, what talk will Dick Cheney give hundreds of times after he leaves office? I look forward to seeing the answer.

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An Inconvenient Truth

My wife and I went to see An Inconvenient Truth this afternoon. (She's actually seen Gore give the talk live, but still...) I think the movie would have been strengthened by dropping the few minutes' criticism of the Bush White House's opposition to climate science and rewriting of scientific reports on global warming. At this point, who doesn't know that the White House's attitude to scientific truth is one that would seemed too relativist for the Yale English department in the heyday of deconstruction?

But overall, I thought it was great. Granted, you're basically watching a guy... give a... Powerpoint presentation. A very well-done one, and actually Gore uses Keynote, but still. Clearly we've reached some significant moment in our culture when you can make a movie of a guy's multimedia presentation.

I have to wonder, what talk will Dick Cheney give hundreds of times after he leaves office? I look forward to seeing the answer.

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May 26, 2006

Greatest. Cover. Ever.

William Hung's version of "Hotel California," mashed up with expletives from the "Bus Uncle" video.

This is the future of entertainment!

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Our best hope to compete against China

--is the popularity of things like this:

Bus Uncle... a six-minute film showing a grumpy man scolding a fellow bus passenger in Hong Kong for interrupting his phone call... has been viewed nearly 1.7m times on the video website Youtube.com - the second most-viewed video on the site in May - spawning spoofs and new slang drawn from the ranting subject's emotional soliloquy. The grainy film, which is apparently shot with a mobile phone on the top of a double-decker bus, is hilarious for its sheer absurdity and dramatic twists.

The film starts with the middle-aged protagonist reacting strongly when a young man sitting behind him taps his shoulder to ask him to keep his voice down while talking on the phone.

"I don't know you. You don't know me. Why do you do this?" the infuriated man says, punctuating the sentence by jabbing his right hand downward in the air. When the young man, who rarely talks back during the argument, expresses an unwillingness to continue the conversation, the middle-aged man explodes, "This is not resolved! This is not resolved!" - now a catchphrase in Hong Kong. He goes on to say: "I face pressure. You face pressure. Why did you provoke me?"

... Internet users have also added Chinese and English subtitles. The video has inspired numerous spoofs, including a karaoke version and a rap song using the middle-aged man's refrain: "I face pressure. You face pressure."

To paraphrase J. Robert Oppenheimer at the successful conclusion of the Trinity test, "I am Internet, destroyer of productivity."

[To the tune of The Hollies, "Bus Stop," from the album "The Very Best Of 60's Gold, vol. 2".]

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March 31, 2006

Llamas on a plane

"Snakes on a Plane" will either completely supercharge Samuel L. Jackson's career, or kill it. Fortunately, the buzz around the movie is so ironic that if it's a bad movie, it'll probably be seen as satisfyingly bad; and if it's good, it'll be surprisingly good.

They should already be thinking about a sequel, like "Llamas on a Plane."

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March 23, 2006

The end of civilization

To say nothing of being the very worst, most ill-conceived, movie tie-in in all of history. Just stunning. (And NSFW.)

But the comments are funny.

I really am going to have Pride and Prejudice running on my TV for the next five years. It's getting too dangerous out there.

[To the tune of Stevie Wonder, "Love Light In Flight," from the album "The Woman in Red (Soundtrack from the Motion Picture)".]

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March 14, 2006

Tron redux

A couple days ago I stumbled upon a cache of Tron stuff. This was actually work-related, for reasons so obscure I won't try to explain it; but the same task led me to rent the movie, and watch it for the first time in over twenty years.

I was surprised to find that, in some parts, it's really quite good. It's very early 1980s-- look! there's shading on that animation! that female character has Farrah Fawcett Major's hair!-- but for my money, it's still the best expression of the "computer-as-world" vision on film.

Okay, back to work.

[To the tune of Stevie Wonder, "Do I Do," from the album "Stevie Wonder: The Definitive Collection".]

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March 13, 2006

No one would have imagined...

...that so much Tron stuff could have survived for so long!

I loved that movie when I was in high school. At the time, it seemed like the most brilliant, fully-realized science fiction movie since 2001: A Space Odyssey.

[To the tune of Kronos Quartet, "White Man Sleeps - 1," from the album "Kronos Quartet - Pieces Of Africa".]

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March 12, 2006

Another cat video

--this time on You Tube.

(Thanks, Nancy!)

[To the tune of Red Rider, "Lunatic Fringe," from the album "As Far As Siam".]

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March 10, 2006

Flickr music video

Not quite "cat hitting a hammer," but weirdly compelling nonetheless: Jonathan Coulton's flickr music video.

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March 09, 2006

Greatest video ever

Cat hitting a hammer. What the Internet was meant for.

Now I'm going back to work.

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February 17, 2006

Rule one: never talk about Pillow Fight Club

You can, however, take video.

"Smart mobs," indeed!

December 19, 2005

The new Pride and Prejudice

We went to see the new Pride and Prejudice yesterday. I'm a big fan of the Jennifer Ehle-Colin Firth miniseries version, and have been impressed at how well most recent adaptations of Jane Austen have turned out, but this one really blew me away. I wasn't that crazy about the choice of Matthew MacFadyen as Mr. Darcy, but Keira Knightley was a much better Elizabeth Bennet than I expected (from Pirates of the Caribbean to Jane Austen-- is there nothing she can't do?), Rosamund Pike was great as Jane, and Simon Woods was a terrific, gawky, lovestruck Bingley.

I also kept noticing two minor characters: Talulah Riley's Mary Bennet, who normally is a total nonentity and comic relief but who gets unexpected depth, and Claudie Blakley's Charlotte Lucas, whose combination of goodness and desperation makes her marriage to Mr. Collins more comprehensible. There's a brilliant two seconds where Collins is in the Bennet house, and storms out after Elizabeth rejects her: everyone's in an uproar except for Mary, who watches him leave with this semi-mystified look of longing. You get the sense that Charlotte knew she was settling, but that Mary would have worshipped him. I don't think that's in the book, but it's a great addition to Mary's character.

And the cinematography and staging were marvelous. You get a much better sense of the impoverished gentility of the Bennet household this time than in some earlier versions of the story, and the contrast between Elizabeth's house, Netherfield, Pemberley, and Lady Catherine's estate are much starker (as are the differences between those three places). The contrast between Mr. Bennet's study and the rest of the house is also clearer; but at the same time, you also get a sense of how him limitations-- his unwillingness to control his family, his avoidance of conflict-- shape the entire house.

And while the New Yorker critic was right that this is a Bronte-d Jane Austen-- lots of windswept landscapes and people having passionate arguments in the rain-- it works. If you're going to give up dialogue for landscape and cinematography, this is the landscape and cinematography to give it up for.

There's a brilliant tracking shot in Bingley's ball, where you move from the ballroom, through various other rooms, hallways, past nooks and crannies, and finally to Elizabeth on a balcony: every major character moves in and out of the camera's crowded view, and you hear only a few words of dialogue, or see them for a couple seconds, but each appearance is revealing. It reminded me of how Kurosawa handled the backstories in Seven Samurai.

And yes, things got changed around, there's an additional scene at the end, minor characters were eliminated, and dialogue was changed. But you want fidelity to the book? Read the book.

[To the tune of Johann Sebastian Bach, "Concerto for Oboe d'amore in A Major, BWV 1055: 1: Allegro," from the album "Oboe Concertos".]

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October 11, 2005

New James Bond

Rumor has it that there's a new James Bond. Now if only the producers would hire John Woo to direct the next five, and get out of the way....

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September 06, 2005

Breakfast Club retirement ages

Okay, so I did a bit of research on the Internet Movie Database (yes, I am obsessed), and it turns out that I exaggerated a bit about The Breakfast Club and AARP. The minimum age for joining AARP is 50. Judd Nelson was born in 1959, so he could join in 4 years; Ally Sheedy and Emilio Estevez will be eligible in 2012; Anthony Michael Hall and Molly Ringwald in 2018.

The average ages for the St Elmo's Fire crowd are a bit higher. Mare Winningham, like Judd Nelson, will be able to join in 2009; Andrew McCarthy, and Demi Moore, 2012; Rob Lowe would be up for membership in 2014. Andie McDowell, who admittedly was a supporting player, is 2008.

On the other hand, everyone from The Big Chill, except for Chloe (i.e., Meg Tilly), is already eligible.

[To the tune of The Who, "My Generation," from the album "The Ultimate Collection (Disc 1)".]

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August 23, 2005

My cats, critics

Yesterday at Fry's, I bought Altered States and 2001: A Space Odyssey. (Insert punch line of your own choosing now.)

Tonight I was playing 2001 while making the children's lunches. 2001 is good background because you can make some sandwiches, go out to the freezer for something, go pick some plums, and tune the car, and the same scene will be on when you come back. And I'd already seen Altered States three times in the last 24 hours. (Blair Brown really is the anchor for the whole movie: her part is underwritten, and it's not as emotionally strong as she plays it, but still she does great things with it.)

But back to 2001. We got to the part-- early in the movie-- where a cheetah jumps on and kills one of the humanoids. The kitchen filled with the sounds of ancient battle.

I hear scurrying behind me. The cats, who had been sitting in the middle of the kitchen, are running out into the dining room, for the safety of the space under the table.

I had to lure them out, twenty minutes later, with some cat treats.

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August 07, 2005

Infernal Affairs

Last week I rented Infernal Affairs, a Hong Kong cop movie that came out a couple years ago. It got great reviews when it came to the States, but with two little kids, getting out to the movies isn't the biggest priority.

Opinion of the movie in the Pang household range from "incomprehensible" to "absolutely brilliant." Not as much action as in a John Woo movie (or in 20 minutes of a John Woo movie), but still absolutely gripping. It opens with these very weird credits, with images of the Buddha set to science fiction-like music; then it quickly sets up the two main characters, a gang member who's a mole in the HK Police, and an undercover cop who's a mole in the same gang. After a failed police raid reveals to each side that they're compromised, both men are put to the task of finding the other.

It is, of course, the kind of premise that's driven a thousand cop movies (and other sources-- the Guardian's film critic detected "the tiniest and most unlikely batsqueak of Le Carré"), though here it has a very expected set of turns. Tony Leung and Andy Lau are fantastic; still, just as Robert DeNiro walked away with The Untouchables, for me the relationship between the main characters' bosses-- the police superintendent (Anthony Wong) and the gang lord (Eric Tsang, who makes Bob Hoskins or Ben Kingsley look like wimps)-- generated more sparks.

I just realized this weekend that the same Tong Leung who stars in Infernal Affairs was the co-star (with Chow Yun Fat) of Hard Boiled, one of my favorite John Woo movies. (And goodness-- Anthony Wong was in it, too. Small world.) He looks very different a dozen years later-- and much more interesting. A development that should give hope to all men in the early 40s....

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May 30, 2005

Episode III redux

My wife and I went to see Episode III: Revenge of the Sith this afternoon-- her first time, my second. The second time around, the parts that aggravated me at first are just as irritating. Natalie Portman's role is even more limited than I remembered: for the first 3/4 of the movie, she doesn't actually leave the house, like some hysterical Victorian spouse. On the plus side, the good parts-- elements of the betrayal of the Jedi, the last showdown on the volcanic planet, the transformation of Anakin into Darth Vader-- are even better.

Tonight we're watching Return of the Jedi, just to restore balance to the Force. I'm reminded of Geoffrey Nunberg's great question illustrating the rapid pace at which media now change, how many times have your bought The White Allbum? For some reason, I've got four episodes on video (including three on TV-screen size rather than widescreen, I don't know why), and one on DVD. Eventually I'm sure they'll come out with a 6-DVD set of all the movies, which I'll buy. And then what format will they come up with next, I wonder?

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May 23, 2005

Another Episode III beef

And isn't Padme's role this time incredibly underdeveloped? Does she do anything in Episode III other than Be Pregnant and Wring Her Hands in a Worried Fashion while the men do all the fighting?

[To the tune of Underworld, "Cups," from the album "Everything Everything".]

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May 21, 2005

Episode III

I led a little expedition from the office to Star Wars Episode III on Friday. We were one of many work groups who took off a couple hours in the middle of the day to see the Star Wars series come to its end-- or full circle. Of course, in broad strokes you know what happens; but since I went to the first Star Wars in the summer of 1977, when I was 12, I've been watching this series for most of my life.

The critics (like Anthony Lane in The New Yorker) are right that most of the movie is excessively busy, the acting is so bad calling it "wooden" is an insult to wood, and Hayden Christensen makes Mark Hamill look like Lawrence freakin' Olivier. Yet, my wife and I watched the original Star Wars this evening, and I have to say that while it retains a fresh exuberance that other movies lack, yet is now incredibly familiar visually, Episode III isn't any worse a piece of filmmaking. Incredibly, while the dogfights were landmarks of excitement at the time, now they seem simple and clean (and that's a very good thing): the limitations of special effects in the mid-70s forced Lucas to a level of simplicity that improved his storytelling and composition. But no one compares Revenge of the Sith to the real Star Wars; we compare it to what we remember watching Star Wars for the first time was like, and we now see Star Wars through a dense filter of personal memories, cultural associations, even references to video games and Star Wars books. (I notice certain weapons in the movies more than others: it's because I've used them in the games.) George Lucas can make visually busier and cleaner movies (the new series lacks all the fascinating grubbiness of the first), but I contend he hasn't gotten worse as a director: Carrie Fisher's performance isn't an order of magnitude better than Natalie Portman's.

But there's a real problem with Episode III, which is that Anakin's transformation into Darth Vader is both central to the film and yet strangely under-developed. This is the story of Good Guy Anakin becoming Bad, Bad Guy Darth Vader; and unless you can read a lot into the performance that isn't on-screen, you'll never quite get why Anakin goes over, or fully appreciate why it's so terrible. My argument, which involves some spoilers, is after the jump.

[To the tune of Röyksopp, "In Space," from the album "Melody A.M."]

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February 08, 2005

Michael Mann binge

There's a Blockbuster Video right beside our new office. Not too long ago, I popped in and rented Heat and Collateral, two Michael Mann movies about crime and existentialism in Los Angeles. I saw Heat years ago in the theatre, and missed Collateral entirely; seeing both of them together is a very interesting, not to say especially happy, experience.

I'd forgotten how smooth and dark, and completely depressing, Heat is. It's got some brilliant acting, though anything where Robert DeNiro (in what arguably was his last really great role-- what's up with his agent?) and Al Pacino square off is bound to be great. And Mann's combination of flashy, fluid directing and the outrageous yet highly professional violence makes for great viewing. (Mann seems to have a thing for bad guys whose work is as smooth as his.) Amoral carnage never looked so good.

But the film is intense, and I found it very depressing, in a way that I didn't-- maybe couldn't-- ten years ago. De Niro (Neil McCauley, the bad guy) and Pacino (Vincent Hanna, the cop) are both very much alike. They're extremely good at what they do. They've become-- and stay-- good by slashing out everything in their life that isn't work. Before, I saw them as the modern equivalent of ronin, masterless samurai devoted to their craft, wedded to nothing but the perfection of their respective arts; and, as a postdoc / journeyman scholar, I found that kind of romantic-- or at least very familiar. Now, in contrast, I found it immensely sad.

I also couldn't help but notice how steep a toll that attitude took on everyone around McCauley and Hanna. Obviously a lot of people get killed; but in the way of these movies, that seems less consequential than the lives that aren't ended, just ruined. The real surprise is Natalie Portman, who has a tiny but heartbreaking role as Vincent's stepdaughter, and ends up carrying a lot of more of the movie than you realize. I hardly noticed her the first time I saw the film; but now that I have a daughter of my own, I paid more attention to her. You see her onscreen three times, but she delivers one of those performances that becomes amazing once you know where her character goes, and what's going to happen to her. (She's also necessary because Pacino's wife-- played by Shakespearean actress Diane Verona-- isn't a particularly sympathetic character: it's harder to get worked up over Hanna's offhand destruction of his marriage to a stoned wife, but Portman's character really brings the cost home.)

Collateral, in contrast, is a much cooler film in psychological and emotional terms. Sure, there's the whole complicated relationship between Tom Cruise and Jamie Fox-- or rather, a hostage situation that keeps threatening to turn into a really twisted version of the Stockholm Syndrome. It's also interesting how the film moves through several different L.A.s: the action is set in a Korean nightclub, a Mexican bar, and a jazz club, among others. (Come to think of it, the ethnic enclaves seem a lot more lively than L.A.'s deracinated public spaces.) But because both Cruise and Fox are loners, and without attachments, the emotional universe that they're operating in is smaller and more self-contained than that of Heat. Still, it's a very cool film-- especially if you don't actually like L.A..

[To the tune of Machine Drum, "Mltply," from the album "Bidnezz".]

January 28, 2005

Movie day

This Sunday, the in-laws are going to take the kids for the afternoon, while my wife and I go to the movies. Doesn't sound like we're going to see Alone in the Dark, a film "based on the best-selling Atari videogame series"... The reviews are pretty spectacular:

Uwe Boll's "Alone in the Dark," opening in theaters across the nation today, is no better than whatever you might pick up while wearing a blindfold at Blockbuster, even if you happen to reach into a trash can.... Tara Reid is a lost cause as an actress. She could fill the old Central Casting call for "Striking Blond," as long as it wasn't a speaking part. (New York Daily News)

Slater narrates as if reading a restaurant menu. Reid seems to have learned each long sentence in segments, so she wouldn't be overtaxed. Having her play a museum curator with a Ph.D. is like asking Bow Wow to play Martin Luther King. (Philadelphia Daily News)

Alone in the Dark... should cause a re-evaluation of the work of legendarily bad filmmaker Ed Wood, whose reputation as the worst of the worst could be imperiled if Alone is emblematic of the work to be expected from director Uwe Boll. Compared to Boll's handiwork here, Wood's fabled Plan 9 From Outer Space is Citizen Kane.

Tara Reid... [is] most famous recently for accidentally exposing her breast during a photo shoot at a P. Diddy party. But never fear, the filmmakers make her appear super-smart by having her wear glasses and pulling her hair back in a tight bun. Ingenious!....

Boll and his co-conspirators used an Atari video game as their inspiration. You'd think, after such cinematic failures as Resident Evil and Super Mario Bros., the Hollywood brain trust would come to realize that there's no such thing as a good movie made from a video game (although a Frogger movie, that I'd like to see). (Baltimore Sun)

As video game adaptations go, even "Pong: The Movie" would have a lot more personality. (Hollywood Reporter)

It's a film so mind-blowingly horrible that it teeters on the edge of cinematic immortality.... Tara Reid not only plays an archaeologist, but she also utters the phrase, "I need to study these artifacts".... Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie do not show up to perform brain surgery in "Alone in the Dark," but you will fully expect to find that deleted scene on the DVD.....

Every casting decision, camera angle, special effect and sound seems created as a dare to leave the theater. The fight choreography appears to have been taken from an episode of "Lost in Space," the musical score sounds as if it were composed on a 1983 Casio keyboard bought at a garage sale. (SF Gate)

Reid, who plays an archaeologist and telegraphs her character's intellect by wearing glasses and putting her hair in a bun, gets to say things like, "I started deciphering the pictogram for you."...

At times, "Alone in the Dark" veers tantalizingly close to being one of those movies that is so bad it's good, but in the end, it's so bad it's just . . . bad. "Some doors are meant to stay shut," Reid says at one point. Roger that. (Washington Post)

[To the tune of Barbie, "Free," from the album "Barbie Princess & The Pauper".]

December 04, 2004

News Pop would agree with

According to The Guardian, "the 1968 crime thriller Bullitt starring Steve McQueen has been voted the coolest film of all time in a readers' poll."

My dad has loved Bullitt forever: not only did he once have the same 1966 Mustang that Steve McQueen drives, but they were filming the closing scenes in the San Francisco Airport when Pop was there, about to fly to Brazil, and you can see him in the background of one scene. Our family's brush with greatness.

November 26, 2004

Alexander

This afternoon my wife and I went to see Alexander, the new Oliver Stone movie. Since I was named after Alexander, I was not going to be deterred by the critics, who've called it things like "Alexander the Grating," and worse.

The opening credits were cool, but after that, man was it bad, druggy and vague.... I was generally fairly entertained by it, but unlike other Oliver Stone movies with incredibly strong, indeed obsessed, central characters (like JFK and Nixon), I came away with the feeling that Stone didn't know what to do with Alexander, or what he really thought of him. Stone's Nixon comes across as more ambivalent than you would expect, a man whose neuroses Stone has some sympathy for, and who ultimately Stone sees as betrayed by bigger things than himself (a shadowy conspiracy of right-wing Texans, the military-industrial complex, whoever). Stone's Alexander, in contrast, isn't complex, just muddled.

Was Alexander a mass murderer, bent on nothing more than the plunder of Asia and defeat of Greece's longtime foe Persia (though there was plenty of trade between Greece and Persia, of goods, mercenaries, money, etc.), or was a great unifier of Europe and Asia, driven by a vision of a hybrid, syncretic culture-- the Hellenistic civilization that ultimately resulted from his conquests? Stone has gone for the latter, but can't take his eyes off the violence with which Alexander had to pursue his goal. As a result, he can't quite turn Alexander into a modern hero-- someone whose principles are noble-- but can't disregard Alexander's incredible accomplishments as an ancient hero-- decisive, ruthless, nobly violent and violently noble, the embodiment of arete.

It's very striking that Stone chose not to make a movie about an ambitious but essentially idealistic empire-builder who, in the course of moving into the Near East, loses his bearing and morals. You might argue that Alexander went to Persia and India with a vision of uniting the world, or something that would have been recognized as noble intentions at the time, but both Alexandria and his Asian campaign grow more erratic, violent, and unmoored with time. Alexander plunders Asia, and it in turn destroys him.

There's a great cautionary tale in Alexander's story that, in a previous incarnation, Stone would have held onto like a rabid pit bull... but for some reason, he doesn't. His Alexander is alternately seduced by Persian riches and luxury, dark-eyed Oriental boys, and Rosario Dawson (huh?).

The movie's handling of Alexander's bisexuality is also just a mess. Forget the whole bad dye job, and the fact that his lover is one half of Milli Vanilli. When he and Hephastion are together, the movie turns into an episode of Queer as Folk. I mean, isn't it at all likely that Alexander's sexuality and the rest of his life were more of a piece? That his psychobiography wouldn't require the joint efforts of John Keegan and Armistead Maupin?

But then there's Angelina Jolie. It's possible that no actress has had as much fun with a role as Jolie has with Olympias. I agree completely with Slate critic David Edelman's assessment that

the only truly heroic presence in the picture is Angelina Jolie, improbably but delightfully cast as Alexander's imperious mother, Olympias. Jolie slits her eyes and toys with her lines, controlling the space without raising her voice. I don't care how nuts she is, Jolie is the real deal: a gorgeous, epic-scaled actress who can transform herself from the inside out. She could eat Colin Farrell for breakfast.... Forget Alexander: The film is a pedestal to Angelina the great.
I got to the point where I was laughing every time Angelina Jolie came on screen. Not at her, but with her. She plays Olympias a cross between Lara Croft, Queen Gertrude, and Anne Coulter-- but without the latter's sensitivity, modesty, and appreciation for nuance and ambiguity. I loved it.

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