Sunday, September 22, 2019

3 Short Paragraphs: Spider-man: Far From Home

2019, Jon Watts (The Onion News Network) - Cinema

Two things. This movie really needs to be billed as a comedy. And, fuck Disney and Sony for breaking up the band. OK three things. That THIS movie was dealt wonderfully with the post-Snappening aka "The Blip". When paired against the ultra morose, foggy and dim view of Manhattan in End Game, this was just icing on the healing cake. If I had one issue is that I don't believe the world could have recovered so quickly, considering the mess we saw in End Game.

The latest adventure of the Night Monkey finds him on another school trip where he has to don the suit and fight evil / protect his classmates; again. Considering that he's well known as a friendly neighbourhood superhero, it wouldn't take much to connect the dots about his two very public non-NYC encounters. Alas, few do. But the hijinx while he does his web swinging thing are played for great comedic effect, and well balanced against the great pathos of Peter dealing with his Iron Man legacy, which to be quite honest, I never really did buy into. He's a 16 year old boy; a genius, but still only a kid. There is no way he is going to don the mantle as The Next Iron Man, whatever that is even supposed to mean. It's not like he was leading the Avengers or anything. Still, the conversations he has with Quentin Beck are poignant, which confused the fuck out of me once the reveal came about.

Meanwhile, what I REALLY liked was the budding MJ v Peter shipping. They are just tooooo cute, but again, I didn't really buy into buff, smart pithy Peter Parker being shy around girls. But when MJ doffed her Daria mask for an endearing confession of affection, I was all in, ahh-shucks-they-are-so-cute!

Saturday, September 21, 2019

Battle Of The Sexes

2017 - d. Valerie Faris, Jonathan Dayton -- crave

On Saturday, September 7, 2019 my wife and I sat down to watch 19-year-old Canadian Bianca Andreescu take on the legendary -and formidable- Serena Williams in the final of the U.S. Open.  Andreescu defeated Williams in a tough but very confident 1h40minute 2-set performance, becoming the first Canadian to win a Grand Slam title in singles competition (Daniel Nestor had won 8 Grand Slams in men's doubles and 4 in mixed doubles).  During the awards ceremony, Andreescu was presented with a cheque for US$3.85 Million, the same amount that Rafael Nadal would get the next day for a 4h50minute, 5-set win.  This type of payout for Andreescu would have been unfathomable in the early 1970s, not just because the prize purses weren't nearly that big at the time but also because the women's game wasn't seen as equal to the men's and as such weren't compensated.  The average disparity was around 2.5:1, but at its worst was 12:1 between male and female winners of the same tournament.

Billie Jean King never argued that the men's game wasn't faster, stronger, more dynamic than the women's game, but what she did argue that the women put just as many butts in seats as the men did, sold just as many tickets, so why shouldn't they be compensated the same?  When rebuffed, King and many other women players left the US Lawn Tennis Association and formed the Women's Tennis Association.  The WTA would organize their own tournaments, obtain their own sponsorships, establish their own TV deals, all benefiting the players.  In the cinematic version of these events, King and crew are presented almost as a travelling road show, going from city to city, sharing hotel rooms, managing press together.  It feels not unlike like GLOW only set in the 70's and with less spandex.

The film was sold as sort of a light drama-comedy, and as much as a movie dealing with incessant sexism can be funny, it is.  King, as played by Emma Stone, is the center of the film, not only combating systemic sexism, but also dealing with her homosexuality - something that could have been a career-killer at the time had it gone public.  The film's co-lead (but lesser so) finds Steve Carrell in the role of the affable Bobby Riggs, at the time a mid-50's retired tennis champion caught in a spiral of gambling addiction and questions of self-worth.  A consummate showman, he saw King's plight for equality not as a threat but an opportunity for him to exploit national sexism for his own financial and egotistical gain.  The film lays down the risks that King took in accepting Riggs' challenge but also highlights her intelligence and savvy both on and off the court.

The film negotiates the personal and the public exceptionally well and gives a sympathetic eye to both sides of the picture.  There are actually two villains in the piece, the first being Jack Kramer (Bill Pullman) - a former tennis champ and now tournament organizer - who embodies the worst of male chauvinism in the film (where Riggs is the avatar of casual sexism) - and Margaret Court (Jessica McNamee), the Australian women's champion whose portrayal here is of a staunchly conservative, know-your-place type.

It's an exceptionally well-crafted film, which leads into the titular spectacle which serves as a legitimately exciting climax even if the tennis isn't shot (or played) particularly well.  I always thought of the Battle of the Sexes as an important moment in women's tennis, but it's so much larger than that.  The penetration the event had in the public consciousness at the time - with a viewership of estimated 50 million in the US and 90 million worldwide - made for an important moment in the women's liberation movement, showing that women can compete and even outcompete men.  It allowed for many men to confront their own prejudices (while others would remain in denial and call the event a sham).

Today, women's tennis is the only sport paid in parity with the men's profession.  They may not play the same style of game or the same length of match in a Grand Slam but they are still selling tickets just the same and creating headlines.  One has to wonder if women's sport was compensated the same, would that lend credibility and equality?  Today the WNBA players are calling attention to their pay gap, facing a similar struggle, but there is proof the gap can be closed.


Friday, September 20, 2019

[We Agree (I think)] 3+1 Short Paragraphs: Mortal Engines

2018 - d. Christian Rivers

The trailer for Mortal Engines seemed to tell everyone everything they needed to know about the world it inhabits: it's a post apocalyptic future, cities of the world have been thrust atop wheels and treads, and they're at war with each other, in some cases the larger cities literally consume the smaller ones.  It's fucking ridiculous, it makes no sense at all, the logistics of consolidating a city into a mobile platform is unfeasible, and yet that's this world.  Are you in?

Don't worry if you're not in, most people weren't.  This movie that turned cities into tanks tanked at the box office.  The first time I saw the trailer I outright dismissed it as yet another ludicrous YA setting... and it is.  But Mortal Engines kind of dispenses with the Young Adult parts of "YA fantasy" and tries more for a conventional 80's cinematic fantasy adventure, not out of line with your Ladyhawkes or Willows.  The teen angst or youth-in-drama aspect that is YA's bailiwick is cast aside for scenery chewing villains (Hugo Weaving doing his thing, as well as a CGI steampunk-robot-zombie who becomes a rather endearing force throughout the movie), intricate set pieces on the cities on wheels, in the mud in the tracks they left behind, and in the air where somehow advanced planes are a thing.

Honestly, I loved it.  Ok, love is a strong word, and perhaps a bit much, but I liked it quite a bit.  The WETA-supplied effects are incredible.  You shouldn't believe that a city can live on giant tank treads, nevermind move at the speed they're moving at and hold together in the slightest, but the effects are excellent, enough to give you incentive to suspend disbelief.  As well, the set details within the cities and other areas we see are phenominal, clever and eye-attracting easter eggs to the world we left behind for this po-ap future.

There's one small sub-thread of the film, following Weaving's daughter, that just doesn't play out with any real purpose or satisfaction in the film, but those scenes comprise at best 10 minutes total of the overall picture so easy enough to dismiss, and they never really linger.  It would be a stronger, tighter film without them.  If you know what you're in for -- an 80's throwback fantasy with a modern budget -- it's actually quite a treat.

Sunday, September 15, 2019

I Saw This!! What I Have Been Watching: 2019 Edition: Pt B

I Saw This (double exclamation point) is our feature wherein Kent(!) or Toasty attempt to write about a bunch of stuff they watched some time ago and meant to write about but just never got around to doing so. But we can't not write cuz that would be bad, very bad.  Smells bad, bad.

What I Have Been (or Am) Watching is the admitted state of me spending too much time in front of the TV. And despite what I said above, I have been avoiding telling you about what I have been watching. But let's try with what's on right now, and stepping backwards in time until I get entirely lost. The bad smell should help me find my way back.

Pt A is here.

Jessica Jones
S3 and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. S6

*delete delete delete*

It's easy to rant about movies that are terrible. I stop watching TV shows that are terrible (most of the time; just wait for my post on Another Life). It's less easy to talk about movies or TV I loved, as finding the exact reasons I love something is not not always easily put into words. It's very difficult to say something about something I was just OK with, or something I knew wasn't very good but I liked it fine.

I have a Love/Meh relationship with the Netflix Marvel series. While I relish their concept and applaud them for the bravado of it all (a connected thread leading to The Defenders) I can easily acknowledged that pretty much failed. And yet, I am still really fond of everything Jessica Jones. Primarily Jessica and her non-stop bourbon bottle, leather jacket and combat boots. The idea that they did a low-key powered story spoke to me.

This season follows after last season's combat boots with the consequences of Patsy shooting Jessica's mom (to save her) and Jessica not being able to forgive nor forget. I never really saw the weight in Jess's emotional attachment to her mostly forgotten mom. Considering how much she despised Patsy's mom for the physical and emotional abuse, being connected to a serial killer of an estranged mother, should have driven Jessica in the other direction. But no, she got her mother back and Patsy took her away -- drama and conflict. Jessica's messed up; we accept that.

The crux of this season is: a smart non-powered serial killer is discovered and they cannot seem to stop him, and Trish is working hard at becoming a (minorly) powered supe, not really successfully. On the side stories, we explored Hogarth dealing with her terminal illness via standard Jeri horrible tactics. Malcom is joining the dark side as he does more and more for Jeri, but he has been able to spruce up his apartment (but not move?) and has a hot girlfriend. And Jess meets a new fuck buddy who has the power to identify Bad Guys via a massive headache. Everything and everyone gets wrangled together, as is common to the series, along with the requisite tragic events.

I shifted from my fondness for Jess, to yelling at pretty much every other character for their choices and behaviour. I just couldn't bring myself to care for any of the side characters, and the underlying theme of how far are the powered people allowed to go in their fight for justice. While I know this is another Marvel earth, different from the one the MCU movies take place in, obviously The Avengers exist, so the people of NYC are quite aware powered people have saved the world a few times. So that plot fell flat to me. But I enjoyed watching the season, though I feel no pain that this was the last.

In yet another Marvel TV world, the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't even notice that the Snappening happened (the reserve the use of The Blip for people's return) while they were busy altering the future so that it wouldn't get destroyed for an entirely different Kree based reason. Yet, I still have to have a head-canon conversation with myself about the changes to the Kree Empire during Captain Marvel's onslaught against them, from the 90s onward, and how it affected their future behaviour.

The season picks up a year later with two incontrovertible ideas: Director Coulson is dead, really dead, and half of the lead team is in space trying to find the (un)frozen body of Fitz. Back on Earth we introduce some dimension hopping villains on the hunt for something/someone led by one very familiar face -- Coulson, who is called Sarge.  Oooo, is he an LMD ? Is he a clone? Was Coulson whisked away to another dimension / space and is not dead? Is there another much more convoluted reason? TL;DR -- yes.

The first half of the season, in space, is a lot of low key space opera fun. Once they actually kicked off the reason plot for the season (planet destroying alien species), I got less interested. Sarge and team were not from another dimension, just Space. Sarge definitely had a connection to Coulson but he couldn't remember, and really didn't care. He had an agenda and would not let ANYONE get in his way. The PoAp / Gritty Alien Hunter vibe was fun and Clark Gregg got to have a lot of fun with the character, so at least we had that.

I am not sure how this show is still on the air, but then again, when you look at the genre shows that stay around forever (hello Supernatural) I guess I can see a fan-base keeping something going long enough, especially on network TV. Its palatable, not entirely terrible and is built to generate fandom strong enough to watch each week. Meanwhile, we just entirely forgot about it, and once the season ended, grab a DL and binged through. I feel that was the only way I could enjoy it.


Saturday, September 14, 2019

3 Short Paragraphs: Godzilla: King of the Monsters

2019, Michael Dougherty (Krampus) -- download

OK, this one just pissed me off. It just didn't have the right to be this bad. The first new Godzilla movie may have been divisive, but it had a vision that it carried through on. It was grim and vast and on the scale a Godzilla movie needed to be. They expanded the Monster Cinematic Universe with Kong: Skull Island, a movie that knew how to stylishly do a boom bash squash chomp monster movie. I am not sure why they skipped the fight between Kong and Godzilla to go into the Monster Free For All, but I guess they want to leave the climax for the two kings?

King of the Monsters was jumbled, confused and constantly diving from explosive scene to the next, a stumbling expositional mess. Sure, the original Toho movies were dumb, but in that acceptable low budget rubber suited monsters kind of way. No current big budget Hollywood movie with this much behind it has any excuse for being this stupid. They have writers, for gawd's sake!! You want to know how to do BIG and BOMBASTIC ? See Pacific Rim, and if the only thing this movie wanted to do was set this franchise apart from the palatable colour scheme of del Toro's movie, then they should have at least embraced the disaster movie horror of what having a dozen giant monsters sitting on the doorsteps of major world cities would imply.

The whole conceit of this movie is MO MUTO MO MONEY. Right off the bat, we have to introduce Mothra. Oh, and not MUTO anymore -- they are Titans. And there are dozens of them all over the place, monitored by Monarch but fear & desired by the governments of the world. Then we introduce an eco terrorist who releases Mothra, and then King Ghidora (Monster Zero) and then Rodan and Godzilla has to defend the planet from all the nasty beasties, who just happened to be driven into Rage Mode by an Electronic MacGuffin that sings back to them. And then Godzilla goes to Atlantis. And then the guy who hates Godzilla, but sees the errors of his ways, feeds Godzilla a nuclear bomb. And then Mothra shows up to sing her pretty song. And then... and then... Oh I give up.

Bonus Paragraph(s) of Why's.

Why would anyone stop running from a 1000 foot monster to fire their hand held weapon at it ?

Why would King Ghidora be concerned with singular human beings? Just stomp on the lot of them. Oh wait, there are main characters inside.

Why would the Monster Squad (US based military chasing around Godzilla) be highlighted as attempting to save island villages before Rodan burns them all? They are a SINGLE Vertibird -- they can rescue maybe a dozen.

Why would a man who knows wolves think he can apply that knowledge to a creature that is millions of years old AND is A MONSTER ?!?!

If all previous knowledge has said they can blow Godzilla up with nuclear bombs, why do they then decide it's a way to feed/heal him?

Why was this movie so badly done?

Tuesday, September 10, 2019

3+1 Ranty Paragraphs: Dark Phoenix

2019, Simon Kinberg (screenwriter for last few X-Men movies) -- download

**warning: spoilers, cuz I don't have the energy to hide stuff for this one**

WTF. Seriously, WTF. How do you adapt a beloved X-Men comics story (Uncanny X-Men #129-138) into something so... bland. Hell, even if X-Men: Days of Future Past wasn't great, at least I seemed to have enjoyed it. But this did... nothing for me. Again, it was not terrible in execution or craft, but.. oh, I don't know, its just so frustrating, I find myself wishing I had just disliked it, because then I would not just hate it for being so utterly workaday.

Following in the path of the other First Class movies, we are still in the the X-Men's past, pre-Wolverine, under the tutelage of a still young, pre-Jean-Luc Picard, Charles Xavier (James McAvoy; The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe) and 10 years after the last movie (X-Men:Apocalypse) and we have the X-Men as the darlings of the US Govt. I guess having saved the world from a mutant wannabe god made them acceptable & likable enough to have an X-Phone (yep, direct line to POTUS) and being beckoned to save some astronauts. While in space, Jean Grey is dosed with The Phoenix Force, which I just saw as a colourful version of Galactus from the original Fantastic Four movies or maybe even Parallax from Green Lantern?? She survives.

Back on Earth, before you can finish a Dazzler bonfire party, Phoenix goes boom. Everyone is afraid! Everyone is worried! Jean is angry! Charles lied! Aliens arrive, and eat someone's dog and become an uncharacteristically alien looking Jessica Chastain -- seriously, she isn't alien looking because she's an alien, but because they made her look like an Emma Frost knock-off. Oh whatever, after confronting a not-dead Dad (Charles lied!), Jean runs to Magneto to help her, bats around some US Army (POTUS has decided the revoke the Bat.. er X-Phone because she made some holes in crappy houses and schmushed some cars) helicopters and then runs off again. Eventually everyone catches up with everyone, some zip bang slash crash pew pew pew, and the soldiers capture everyone but Alien Jessica Chastain.

About the only interesting segment of the entire movie is the train ride from Deadpool 2. The aliens attack and everyone gets to let loose because, you know aliens. Its a fun battle. But they didn't even do the sacrificial attack that climaxed the comics, they just had her pop like a fireworks display. There is a sub-plot about Charles being not-nice, so at the end of the movie he leaves the school in the hands of Beast and goes to Paris to play chess with Magneto. So, technically it all looked good and had some exciting bits (and Dazzler !!) but *yawn* oh-mi-gawd, it had no idea what it wanted to do with the franchise, just milk some rewards from another known X-Men comic story (if you are over 30) and ... move on? Oh, and Jennifer Lawrence definitely moved on, getting killed early in the movie, so I guess we now have to Google "how can Mystique be dead" to find out how the early version of the franchise even starts.

Monday, September 9, 2019

10 for 10: I Need a Catchy Title?

10 for 10... that's 10 movies which we give ourselves 10 minutes apiece to write about.  Part of our problem is we don't often have the spare hour or two to give to writing a big long review for every movie or TV show we watch.  How about a 10-minute non-review full of scattershot thoughts? Surely that's doable?

[2019, May Update -- this was still in Drafts? Let's finish it off. Which should be interesting considering it was ... 2017 ?!?!]

[2019; August Update... jeebus, just finish already, format or not]

[2019; SEPTEMBER OMG !]

In This Edition:

The November Man, 2014, Roger Donaldson (Dante's Peak) -- Netflix
iBoy, 2017, Adam Randall (Level Up) -- Netflix
Volcano, 1997, Mick Jackson (The Bodyguard) -- Netflix
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, 2016, David Yates (The Legend of Tarzan) -- download
The Void, 2016, Jeremy Gillespie, Steven Kostanski (Father's Day, Manborg) -- download
Colossal, 2016, Nacho Vigalondo (Timecrimes) -- download
Paradox, 2016, Michael Hurst (Room 6) -- Netflix
2:22, 2017, Paul Curie (One Perfect Day) -- download

aaaand Go.

Netflix still often feels like the corner video store, where there are a hand full of first run movies at the front, but most of the place is filled up with Straight To movies and delete items. The November Man is a Straight To flick for the Bourne crowd, or probably more precisely the fans of the British spy procedurals.

Pierce Brosnan is Devereaux, an ex-MI5 operative. Or is it CIA? Which is in vogue these days? I still get this flick mixed up in my head with the John Snow MI5 movie I previously rushed through a post. So yes, CIA. He was a hit man, but he's old now; ex-CIA black ops kind of guy in retirement. He is convinced by an old boss to help him extract a... what's the standard word... asset from Russia. The asset is about to get caught and she has good intel on a Russian general. Devereaux agrees but things go south, as they always do, and the asset (who turns out to be his old paramour) dies... at the hands of Deveareaux's once-protegee. But not before she gives him the Next Clue. So, now Devereaux is angry and upset at the CIA and his ex-protegee but still wants to help out the Next Clue, played by Olga Kurlenko.

Standard convoluted plot of espionage and revenge, which happens to be based on a popular adventure book series. Its not all that original and Donaldson spends far too much time recreating Bourne style scenes, but the acting is all committed and the locales are generously exotic. Brosnan is probably stuck with playing B-rate ex-spies of many sort and he does it deftly enough. This was definitely sitting on sofa checking Facebook fare, though. [9:36]

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iBoy is a wonderful Netflix Original from Britain, not perfect but a lot of fun. It's your classic 80s inspired technology magic super-powered tale sourced from people who understand a bit about technology, but depending on you to not know a lot. In other words, much of what happens is not at all possible. But with some decent effects, it still makes for engaging fantasy.

Pretty much all technology based fiction.

Tom lives in a rough part of London, those classic towers you see in all the movies -- run down, cramped and ridden with gangs. He has a crush on Lucy and on the night when he was finally going to confess his feelings, he finds her gang raped. The movie almost lost me there; I am in the camp where I am tired of that being the impetus for most fiction heroic males. But at least it was able to move past it quickly enough. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Tom has to run from the gang members, and in turn shot in the head and (I forget exactly how) ends up with parts of his cell phone embedded in his brain. Boom! Magic technology powers, that makes him kinda of like Besson's Lucy (not the character in THIS movie) in that he can see and interact with technology "waves". And soon after, he realizes he can manipulate them, and control mobile devices and data.

From there it runs as a typical revenge / vigilante drama, but the play on technological powers is charming enough. Eventually he reveals himself as the iBoy, and discovers the core leadership of the gang that hurt Lucy. But at a cost. There is always a cost. The weird thing about the movie is that it keeps on dancing between the goofy scifi powers based stuff, and the darker plot elements around the rape and the balance of power of those who committed it versus those who manipulated them. It wants to be deeper than it is, but only succeeds half way.

Still, Maizie Williams is always worth watching. [9:36]

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Volcano goes into my list of favoured disaster flicks, but not enough to be added to The Shelf. Like the movies about asteroids looming down on us, there were two volcano movies that season. This is the Tommy Lee Jones one, the one where a volcano grows in central LA and the emergency management guy has to pull out all the stops in order to reduce the loss of life. Anne Heche is along as the scientist who has to convince people of the Bad Stuff About to Happen.

Basically, IIRC, something is happening with the fault line (its always San Andreas' fault, ba dump bump) which is sending magma flowing under LA. Things are heating up and geologist Heche, and her trusty side-kick, are trying to figure out why. I remember being horrified the first time I saw the cute, bespectacled sidekick get devoured by an unexpected eruption of magma. Once this event happens, a proper volcano soon emerges and all hell breaks loose. Do you really expect me to NOT use cliches when it comes to remembering disaster flicks?

At the time, Jones was already (click click...) 51, at which point I should be saying "too old to break out as an action star" but remember Liam Neeson's kickoff with Taken ? But that seems what they were trying to do here -- make him the sexy, leading man with against Heche, saving LA from all the stupid people who didn't believe her. But remember, we didn't know Heche was leaning in the direction of women at that time. Still, Jones never  really did reach Action Man status.

And I still did get utterly chilled at the most heroic act in the entire movie, by some rather nameless subway worker, who jumps into flowing lava to save a woman, and dies as lava absorbs him -- but not before he tosses her into the arms of horrified workers. It wouldn't have gone that way in reality, but .... disaster flick. [10:24]

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Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them is the latest, or first, in the new Harry Potter cinematic universe. This is supposed to take us in two directions: to America and trundling along with Adult Wizards. Eddie Redmayne, the chameleon actor of our current age, plays bumbling, nerdy, stumbling and innocuous British wizard Newt Scamander who has come to America to... oh, I don't remember, but he has a bag (of holding) full of monsters. In his mind, they are not monsters, just misunderstood beasts from myth and magic. But really, dude some of these things are truly beastly, horrific things that would kill people given the chance. What I was disappointed in, in the representation of the monsters, were that so very few of them were mythological. They were basically just alien creatures that the wizards of the world either destroyed or manipulated reality to hide from us. That has to be it right? How else could such a plethora of creatures never have been heard of before?

Anywayz, when one of his creatures gets free he gets caught in a mystery about how muggles (non-mag in the US) interact with magicians, a notorious Bad Guy and some usual HP politics. But the best bits were actually between no-mag baker Jacob Kowalski and Newt, as Jacob gets drawn into a world he is really not supposed to know anything about. Think about it, these magicians never really any cook or bake anything, they just wave a wand and it appears or assembles or something. But Jacob knows, through instinct and skill, what those spells would have drawn upon for the first time. It made me wonder whether there are magicians out there creating new spells that would require non-mag's to provide the base ingredients. What a scandal that would cause.

But the movie never really caught me beyond the interaction of those two. The rest just seemed... forced. [9:31]

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The Void is one of those Lovecraftian flicks that was probably adored by the horror movie film fest circuit. I wonder whether and how it would have played at FantAsia in Montreal. Remember though, this is a lowish budget movie I saw in 2017, something I saw running on the movie / specfic blogs that looked interesting enough. Basically anything Lovecraftian, cults and summoned monsters and transformation and tentacles, can attract my attention. I wonder what that says for me. I remember liking it, but not loving it.

A couple of people are on the run from ... someone. They end up at a mostly abandoned hospital, which recently suffered a fire, and is on a downturn in use. They drag in the survivor and almost immediately things begin to go wrong, with a nurse killing a patient, her face ripped off by ... something. The Good Guys kill her, but she comes back, all tentacly and gross. From there things get all the more convoluted and creepier, connecting the people on the run to a cult that is summoning something from the namesake.

In another era this would have been done by John Carpenter. The over-use of vomit inducing practical-effected monsters and devolving people & creatures was probably the only boon to this movie, for the ideas it was trying to depict just faded away in the over-troped, over-used, not very creative scene to scene "plot". [6:31 because I don't really have much more to say about it, with this faded lingering impression left]

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[full disclosure; i just deleted Noroi as i don't recall a single thing about it]

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Colossal is just a movie of the current era, a time when kaiju are not just coming back ironically or in homage, but also in tangentially referential ways. We have a movie whose sole premise is a presenting traumatized woman who channels a kaiju on the other side of the world. Or is it that he kaiju channels her? Well, whatever she does, the kaiju does as well. She swings her arm, its swings its arm. She walks, it walks and crushes Seoul. It only happens while she is in a certain point, and she cannot see through its eyes, but via the wonders of the Internet, can can see what's going on.

While this is a fantastical premise, this is not a genre movie. This is a classic indie emotion and interaction movie. Gloria (Anne Hathaway; The Intern) is a drunk of trainwreck. She has to escape to her hometown and is sleeping on the floor of the empty family house. Of course, she ends up at the local watering hole and connects with the bar owner Oscar (Jason Sudeikis; Horrible Bosses).

At first things are amiable between Gloria and Oscar, but as they explore this extraordinary phenomena, a really dark side comes out of him. I am not even sure of what is darker, that he seems to be so disconnected from the damage he can cause when he manifests his own kaiju (giant robot), or that there was a dark past situation that created this whole turn of events. Oscar is a horrible person and doesn't seem to be bothered by who is hurt, either lone Gloria who stands before him, or the countless nameless Koreans who he only sees on TV screens.

[kent's view]

[8:30]

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[full disclosure; i just deleted Gambit (2012) & Paradox (2016); AGAIN I don't recall a single thing about them]

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But I do remember this one, albeit slightly. Not quite time travel, more a romantic touch of synchronicity and a bit of time looping, this one was small budget and not thoroughly thought through (i love those three words together) but I rather liked it. I admit, I am rather charmed by Michael Huismann, who we first got to know on The Treme, but you might know better as the second Daario Naharis in Game of Thrones.  And I really like Teresa Palmer. So, I can at least enjoy watching two beautiful people fall in love. Add in some time hijinx and...

Dylan is experiencing something. He keeps on seeing innocuous events repeating: drops of water, flies, car horns, etc. Through chance, he gets connected with Sarah (he gets distracted at 2:22pm almost guiding her plane and another into collision; he's an air traffic controller).  Events and things out of time keep on colliding, focused around an event at 2:22pm and connecting the two new lovers.

Its not easy to explain where the movie goes, and how, and mainly/frankly because it doesn't entirely make sense. Suffice it to say, the lovers are connected through time and via the energy of a dying star from 30 years prior. I just rather liked the execution.

[7:41]

Wow. Cleaned out. And yet, I am not really sure WHY. I mean, I basically ignored the content of almost an entire year's worth of movies seen. Oh well, who I am to define my brain and that war going on in there.



Tuesday, September 3, 2019

Room for Rent

2017, d. Matthew Atkinson - crave

You've got the master of aggressively uncomfortable comedy, Brett Gelman, one of today's best absurdist sketch performers in Mark Little, one of yesterday's best absurdist sketch performers in Mark McKinney and consummate Apatow ringer Carla Gallo (and even Suits' Patrick J. Adams is in here).  So the cast is all great, but for the incredible comedic talent they bring to the table, there's not a lot of funny here. Put that on writer-director Atkinson who I think intended this to be more amusing, and likely also more insightful, than it winds up being.

There are frequent reports about big lottery winners who mismanage their money and are unsuccessful at maintaining their wealth. There's definite comedic potential in the premise of following up decade after a person won the lottery as a teen and spent it all foolishly. There are some mildly amusing aspects of this in the script but it's too concerned with Mitch's regret to punch it into full blown comedy.

Even as a character study, it's pretty lacking, at least for comedic purposes. Mitch isn't depressed, he's not really a huge asshole, he's not even that embarrassed or angry, he's just kind of numb. Some of that could be put on Little's otherwise affable performance, but more of it would have to do with the vision of the the writer-director, which plays things entirely too safe. Little can do broad comedy very well, and when you have a Bret Gelman playing a very suspicious new tenant in the family home, one expects some of that toothy, darkly comedic Gelman energy, which never quite materializes.

The score is so oppressively generic as to make itself known rather than recede into the background. It's ever-present and tries too hard to insinuate levity, like a Hallmark Channel "romantic comedy". There's the base of a good movie here, and it's entirely watchable, likeable even, but it's not memorable because it doesn't risk anything.

Monday, September 2, 2019

3+1 Short Paragraphs: The Dead Don't Die

2019, Jim Jarmusch (Only Lovers Left Alive) -- download

Jarmusch is one those directors from the times when I was That Film Guy. Night on Earth, Dead Man and Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai were weird, stylish, unique flicks made from the gut and from the soul. Only Lovers Left Alive picked that sensibility back up years later saying He Still Has It. The were movies so far from Hollywood, I could pretend I was a film snob (while eagerly anticipating whatever disaster movie was coming out in the same year) yet enjoy the fact that he had so many watchable people in them. Things haven't changed much -- they are weird and quirky, and this movie was jam packed with recognizable faces, and yet ... wut?

This is a zombie movie, and for the genre, the best thing that can be said about it, is that the love of Night of the Living Dead is there. Sure, zombies are very very played out, but a little love of its origins, along with Jarmusch's odd sensibilities said simpatico to me. I was hoping he would for the walking dead what he did for vampires.

With the happenstance of a not very well explained natural phenomena (fracking knocks the Earth off its axis), the dead waken and begin groaning, moaning, gnawing and being drawn to the previous actions of their lives. They begin eating the residents of this small midwest village. Mixed into this are cops Bill Murray, Adam Driver and Chloë Sevigny. And Scottish undertaker / samurai Tilda Swinton. And "hipster" traveler Selena Gomez. And Wu-PS (groooooan) driver RZA. And surprisingly friendly Republican ("Make America White Again") Steve Buscemi. And local news reporter Rosie Perez ("Posie Juarez"; groooooan) Adam Driver predicts that this is all going end badly. I didn't think he meant the movie.

Jarmusch always embraced the weird in his characters, and that is present here, and if that was the way he went, while chasing a classic zombie movie plot, it would have been quite fine. But... fourth wall breaking scenes, UFOs (???) and Tom Waits giving an over-arching heavy handed monologue lamely connecting zombies to consumerism (probably the biggest laugh in the movie) just had me wondering what the point was. Would it be too... hypocritical to have requested a bit of Producer Meddling? The only thing I can think of is that Jarmusch knows zombie movies are boring & nonsensical these days, so he made one of similar ilk ?

Sunday, September 1, 2019

I Saw This!! What I Have Been Watching: 2019 Edition: Pt A

I Saw This (double exclamation point) is our feature wherein Kent(!) or Toasty attempt to write about a bunch of stuff they watched some time ago and meant to write about but just never got around to doing so. But we can't not write cuz that would be bad, very bad.  Smells bad, bad.

What I Have Been (or Am) Watching is the admitted state of me spending too much time in front of the TV. And despite what I said above, I have been avoiding telling you about what I have been watching. But let's try with what's on right now, and stepping backwards in time until I get entirely lost. The bad smell should help me find my way back.

Let's start with not-yet-completed Carnival Row, likely by the time I get around to finishing this, I will have completed the 8 episode Amazon series of Faeries in a pseudo-Victorian England but let's lead the paragraphs with initial impressions and see where they end up.

And this is NOT the "new Game of the Thrones", more "the new Penny Dreadful".

Let's just say this up front -- I've been looking forward to this one for a good while now. The trailers really caught me; I actually put something on my horizon that I knew I would love. The trailers were tight and emotive, highlighting the world and the leads and and all the wyrd darkness the show would have. Fairyland is real, and has been beset with war. Refugees end up in The Burgue, an analog for London (edit: whoah, NYC actually), to be mixed up in a Victorian-style murder-mystery where star-crossed lovers reunite amidst chaos and xenophobia.

Aaaand done. After only eight episodes, a very very VERY big world is barely scratched. This is one of those times where the New Order of TV got mixed in with the Old Worlde. By that I mean, that this new streaming service style of high budget, great looking, challenging but short-seasoned TV got stymied by a writing style that was meant for 13-21 episode season style.

Carnival Row introduces a world where the Land of Fairy, or Tirnanoc, is real. Its across the ocean from The Republic of the Burgue. A pair of other humanocentric countries (the Pact) invade Tirnanoc to conquer and loot. The Burgue sends soldiers under the auspices to protect the Fae, but its more about keeping them out of the hands of the Pact. The war is a failure and ends with Burguish soldiers abandoning the land, but not before soldier Rycroft Philostrate or "Philo" (Orlando Bloom; Lord of the Rings) and Faerie Vignette Stonemoss (Cara Delavingne; Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets) meet & fall in love. When The Burgue abandons northern Anoun to the Pact, Philo has to abandon Vignette, for her own good.

Years later finds them both in The Burgue, the capital city. Philo is a cop who works Carnival Row, the bad side of town full of Fae, and Vignette is a refugee who naturally falls in with this wrong side of the city. Not that they can help it. Despite Burgue's intervention in the war, its not like anyone there likes Fae (or Pix, or Puck, or Critch; choose your slur). And I mean nobody. Oh, some tolerate and work along side, or hire Fae as servants, but there doesn't seem to be a single person who actually is not racist, besides Philo, which doesn't ingratiate him with his peers. And when a series of horrific murders put Philo on a dangerous path with personal connections to his past, his situation only gets worse.

There's a lot going on in this show. But its wrapped up in a classic TV formula, with a broad cast of characters and unexciting tropes. Not being based on anything prior, its all TV. Given a full traditional season, I think we could have said so much more about the world and its people. But while I really enjoyed watching this show, I didn't come away seeing anything astounding, besides the incredible design. Everything from the sets to the flying faerie effects to the look & feel of the city had me enraptured.

Meanwhile, the OTHER big Amazon show re-imagines a world of superheroes being utter shite and who has to deal with them.

The Boys was also a short season, but utter binge worthy, based on comics by Garth Ennis (The Preacher), starring Karl Urban as Billy Butcher, a brutish British man who takes "wee" Hughie under his wing after the love of his life is killed before his eyes. Not just killed, but horrifically destroyed by a coked up speedster superhero who runs right through her. Right. Through. Her. Hughie is left holding only her hands.

Billy's proposal is that the supes have to be spanked (punished). Someone has to hold them accountable. They are untouchable celebrities in this world, backed and protected not only by their powers, but by the most powerful corporation on the planet, that covers up their indiscretions and worse. On the outside, The Seven in that  world's Justice League of America. Behind the scenes they are debaucherous, hedonistic and amoral, at best. Psychopathic at worst. How does Billy intend on doing this? Via some backing from the government, who is afraid the supes will be sanctioned for war actions, and lots of illegal activities to gather info hoping to reveal to the public some of the things they get onto.

Entering into this point in the game is a right proper superhero, utterly sweet and innocent Starlight. She is not aware of the true nature of The Seven, but learns quickly. But she still wants to do Good, so she stays, hoping to weather the storm and find a place. She and Hughie connect in ways that can only be about sharing their mutual disillusionment, and cannot end well. Which is exactly how the bitter, manipulative Billy would have it.

This show is diabolical, to quote Billy. It doesn't really hold back and powers through the plot at a break-neck pace. It takes the comic telling format, and tweaks it enough to generate TV format, but keeps enough of the source material to make this actually fresh viewing. That is what was lacking from Carnival Row in that nothing felt fresh, while this show kept on surprising and often just plain SHOCKING. I don't expect every show to be as daisy fresh as Legion but I like the attempt at least. The Boys more than succeed.