A New Golden Duo
May 20, 2016
D: Shane Black. DP: Phillippe Rousselot. W: Shane Black & Anthony Bagarozzi. Starring: Ryan Gosling/Russell Crowe/Angourie Rice/Margaret Qualley/Yaya DaCosta/Keith David/Matt Bomer/Lois Smith/Jack Kilmer/Kim Basinger.
This summer a new duo has joined the streets in an original story by action genre wiz kid and Lethal Weapon creator Shane Black. Also a co-writer and the director of Iron Man 3, Black returns to his roots so to speak with a witty film that has just the right amount of homage to 1970s action films to be fresh, but not overcooked.
Black finds his duo in Ryan Gosling and Russell Crowe. Not the most likely pairing, but believe me it works. Gosling plays Holland March, a weasel of a former detective who squeezes the most money out of every job he can. A single father to a 13 year old girl, Holly (Angourie Rice), his business is certainly paycheck to paycheck in more ways than one. During his investigation into the disappearance and death of a pornography actress he crosses hairs with Crowe’s Jackson Healy whose been charged with keeping men clear of Amelia Kuttner (Margaret Qualley). In the name of justice Healy throws his weight around for a living with plenty of middle aged machismo. Thrown together they soon realize the puzzle they are dealing with is a lot bigger than they knew.
Set in 1970s Los Angeles, The Nice Guys has a vigorous vintage feel in its construction as well as its trimmings. The credits and music grafts the 70s onto the Los Angeles skyline with its blinking yet homogeneous skyline that draws all sorts of characters into its bowels. The setting works to keep the investigation tools simple and humor brings lightness to a genre overlaid with one-liners and serious courage. Costume designer Kym Barrett (Jupiter Ascending, The Amazing Spider-Man) does not over do the period with Amelia’s flashy yellow gown a particular favorite along with Tally (Yaya Dacosta’s) jumpsuits and Afros. The production gets all its 70s weird out with one go at a Hollywood party that houses mermaids and contortionists.
This duo suffer from March’s excessive drinking and Healy’s inability to deduce anything from clues. The pairs chemistry drives the story rather than the other way around and each time Gosling appears with his caste arm ripped through another suit you have to chuckle. Crowe is a love-able brute here and keeps up with Gosling’s quieter mumbling. Neither actor brings shtick and perhaps this is because they both, for the most part, play serious roles. The script brings in the daughter Holly just enough to break the action and build protective tension between the men. Rice’s Holly is a clever and sassy kid who is a good sounding board for the duo and whose good instincts actually help the case. Maybe it’s time to bring back Harriet the Spy? Happy to see the female voice was not ignored in this film.
Black paces The Nice Guys exceptionally so that by the time you are ready it is over. He seems in command of the material and does not pull gags. Gosling in particular does well with his surprise delivery as he keeps surviving falls and mayhem. Now working on a revival of The Predator with the same producer, Joel Silver, it should be fun to see what Black brings up next. Here’s hoping another The Nice Guys comes our way as I sure hope to see Gosling saying ‘no’ like a child does when you take his toy. Granted he was about to get his arm broken, but it is still comedy gold.
Have not seen the trailer yet? Catch it here: The Nice Guys trailer
She’s Got the Look
May 13, 2016
The second international trailer has been released for the upcoming film The Neon Demon, which releases July 8. Written and directed by Nicolas Winding Refn who helmed the brilliant Drive, the film’s starlet is Elle Fanning who plays an up and coming model. The trailer is dynamite, cannot wait for this one!
The Neon Demon
The Twinkling of Tinseltown
May 12, 2016
D/W: Terrence Malick. DP: Emmanuel Lubezki. Starring: Christian Bale/Cate Blanchett/Natalie Portman/Wes Bentley/Teresa Palmer/Freida Pinto/Brian Dennehy/Imogen Poots/Cherry Jones.
I imagine filmmaker Terrence Malick as that charming yet introverted kid in the playground. So immersed in his imaginative world he mostly plays on his own. Every now and then letting another kid break into his barriers and run to keep up with the rules of creation in his mind. Malick’s last two films 2012’s To The Wonder and 2011’s The Tree of Life were released somewhat close to one another. Having worked on Knight of Cups for a few years now as well as another upcoming project supposedly titled Weightless, the reclusive director finally brings his signature beauty to Los Angeles.
Knight of Cups meanders along with Rick (Christian Bale) as he contemplates his failed relationships, apathy, family and existence in the city of Los Angeles. Cut up into chapters the film is almost a group of novellas mostly revolving around the introduction of different women. Pixie punk darling Bella (Imogen Poots), Rick’s ex-wife Nancy (Cate Blanchett), new ‘friend’ Helen (Freida Pinto), Australian stripper Karen (Teresa Palmer), and new married lover Elizabeth (Natalie Portman) are this collection of characters that move in and out of Rick’s life. All do well, but this is not a film with acting turns. Knight of Cups is movement and space, actors as bodies within Malick’s frame.
You hardly remember Bale’s characters name as the film has voice-over from multiple characters, very little dialogue, but tremendous amounts of sound. Characters address each other through voice-over in a story like manner. This might seem dream like in description, but it is rather more like a hazy state of in-between. Bale’s Rick seems to stand in rooms and absorb–lost in trails of thought. Knight of Cups is thus not a film concerned with story or acting or conflict, but rather about being.
Here Malick works again with cinematographer Emmanuel Lubezki (The Revenant, Birdman, Gravity). There are plenty of gorgeous nature porn shots as well as souring landscapes of Los Angeles. The film is seduction in itself set in a city that circles many down the drain of money, sex, power and disastrous disengagement. Knight of Cups is more cohesive than say Tree of Life whose family melodrama felt out of sync with the scale of Malick’s concepts. Here the streamline is more focused. To say Malick is a visual storyteller is an understatement. He does not simply use images in service of a story, rather he builds the story out of images and sequences.
In other words, Knight of Cups is the visual equivalent to a Cormac McCarthy novel. Where McCarthy abandons quotation marks Malick rejects linear storytelling and standard narrative structure. The film forces you to enter into Rick’s state of mind. Like his previous work, you must bend, be patient and surrender. As a former Los Angeles resident Knight of Cups is a beautiful wander through the delusions of a high priced lifestyle sitting atop a gruesome underbelly. Most likely one will get out of the film what you bring to it. I certainty fell into Rick’s pangs, but as usual Malick is not for the non-believer.
This Is a Game and It’s Ruthless
September 15, 2015
Straight Outta Compton (2015).
D: F. Gary Gray. DP: Matthew Libatique. W: Jonathan Herman & Andrea Berloff. Starring: O’Shea Jackson Jr./Corey Hawkins/Jason Mitchell/Neil Brown Jr./Aldis Hodge/R. Marcus Taylor/Paul Giamatti/Tate Ellington.
Already the highest grossing R rated opening for the month of August in the US, Straight Outta Compton has put the biopic back on the map in a big way. A collective process with the help of former N.W.A. members, the film follows a group of friends from Compton as they rap their way to the top, and spawn careers outside of their street stories.
Straight Outta Compton joins a long lineage of musical biopic projects that were developed with the involvement of their original subjects. This theoretically brings a level of authenticity and oftentimes transparency to a film, but can also allow certain events or people to be omitted or glossed over. Routinely when you look through interviews, biopic subjects want the ‘truth’ of their story to come through – something to be clarified, and have certain emphasis in mind. The disgruntled biopic subject oftentimes results when life rights are disputed or music catalogs not released, a legal battle at the heart of this entire genre. Therefore, in this case, although Dr. Dre and Ice Cube produced this film, there can never be a complete truth as the film is still edited and constructed. In other words, a biopic is never accurate about everything as it is by it very nature, fictionalized.
Director F. Gary Gray, who comes from a music video background as well as directing Ice Cube in Friday in 1995, is able to keep the pace going with an impressive two hours and twenty-seven minutes running time. What helps dilute the film’s conventionality is its triple focus. Rather than follow one subject, it intertwines the journeys of three through their friendship, success, and fights. Eazy-E is played by New Orleans newcomer Jason Mitchell whose slinky dope dealer turned rapper is a memorable first turn. Julliard graduate, Corey Hawkins, steps into Dr. Dre’s DJ spinner shoes with a smooth focus that roots Dre in creative ambition. Ice Cube’s son, O’Shea Jackson Jr., had the fascinating opportunity to play his father. Jackson is a great look-a-like, but it is his aggressive vulnerability that is impressive. Ultimately, the chemistry between the three, and with the other two members of N.W.A., are why the film works as well as it does. Their friendship and fights are biopic gold, but could feel hackneyed without a deft hand.
N.W.A.’s illustration of Compton, their concerts in 1989, the creation of the Parental Guidance stickers for their album, and the racism and riots they endured are just a few of the many beats in Straight Outta Compton. At the core of the film is a debate on lyrical authenticity. Like country music, the rap genre continuously attests that artists write and rap what they experience – bringing the streets to the studio. This is discussed narratively, but structurally the music is used to echo the story. This also helps to keep the pace up as the creative process never seems to stop as Eazy-E’s Ruthless Records continues and Dr. Dre’s record company introduces new artists like Snoop Dogg and Tupac to the scene. Embedded in their feuding is also a debate about space, Compton, and the money that allows you to live in a house in the hills. Compton as a setting is as important here like it was in 1992’s Boyz in the Hood, directed by John Singleton, starring Ice Cube himself.
As I’ve said, despite the group members’ involvement so much could not be addressed in the film. Unfortunately, the group’s treatment of women is never really called out except in one or two warnings by manager Jerry Heller (Paul Giamatti). The misogyny in their lifestyles was ever present in their music; their wives and children all take literal backseats here. Yet the film does not glamorize the group’s ascension, rather it shows the immense price they paid to get out of their hood. The political atmosphere surrounding N.W.A.s first album rings sadly reminiscent of current climates in the U.S. right now. How much has really changed in twenty five years? Cinematographer, Matthew Libatique, who routinely works with Darren Aronofsky (Black Swan), captures an amazing show while depicting the LA Riots. A blue bandanna and red bandanna are tied up and held together, representing solidarity between the Crypts and Bloods, the famous feuding LA gangs. For me, whose researched heavily into musical biopics, Straight Outta Compton‘s ultimate triumph is that it connects music to its moments and gives an audience as much context as clarity on a subject’s passion and success.
Blood, Guts & Insomnia
October 30, 2014
D/W: Dan Gilroy. DP: Robert Elswit. Starring: Jake Gyllenhaal, Rene Russo, Riz Ahmed, Bill Paxton, Kevin Rahm, Ann Cusack.
Some people mark fall by when the leaves in their city change or when Starbucks injects everything with pumpkin or the air gets a bit crispier. Really, for me, fall begins when the movies come to town. Not the bright sparkly movies of the summer, but the hard Oscar chasing ones of the cold months. If we aren’t scrambling to place our awards season bets, then it’s not that time of year yet.
Loosing twenty pounds for the role and hardly sleeping clearly work in favor of main man Jake Gyllenhaal’s new role as Lou Bloom in Dan Gilroy’s Nighcrawler. Living a sort of stunted nocturnal existence in Los Angeles, Gyllenhaal’s Lou plays a game and gets ahead. Stealing and getting by seems to be how he makes ends meet, making you wonder how much of him is truly earned or stolen. Begging the question, what game does he actually think he’s playing? Eventually he finds himself nightcrawling, using a police scanner to show up at bloody crime scenes to get hot footage to sell to local news networks for their morning roundups.
The Los Angeles setting of Nightcrawler obviously breathes and acts like a character in the film, but the city’s sprawling highways, gentrification, and urban crime aren’t all it’s made up of. LA is not only a place where dreams and ambitions go to be made, but they also go to die. It’s a city of bleeding prostrating space whose holes and cracks breed right under your feet and where someone like Lou Bloom could live unabashed. Or maybe even work for TMZ.
To say Nighcrawler is topical is an understatement. Gyllenhaal’s Lou not only lives off adrenaline fueled exploitation, but actually generates it. Paired with an equally adept Rene Russo as his verbal sparing partner at the news station he sells to, their scenes reveal Lou’s physiology. One specific scene in a Mexican restaurant will make you squirm. Yet ultimately, it’s his hiring of Riz Ahmed’s Rick that allows the sociopath colors to run free. But is that all he is?
Gilroy’s script wins here, but one too many music cues dampen the impact of the first rate performances. Gyllenhaal’s slight gauntness make his features more pronounced and his big grin seep with creepiness. Gilroy uses him well in close ups and thankfully doesn’t ever try to explain or rationalize his behavior with a silly back-story. Ultimately, what’s provocative about Nighcrawler is what the film asks the audience. Are we complicit in this exploitation? How close is too close? What are the lines of journalistic ethics? Do they even exist now…can we reset them?