Showing posts with label Coen Brothers. Show all posts
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Sunday, April 14, 2013

Criticism

Roger Ebert, as everyone has heard by now, passed away last week. I'm a bit late to the party championing what he meant to world of cinema and writing, but that's okay. Ebert was an inspiration, even tenuously, to a ton of film nuts the world over and his passing is sad even to those who never met him. Like me.

It doesn't matter if you agree with a critic. If you take it as a personal affront when a writer dislikes something you cherish, you need to re-evaluate the situation. Watching film (and experiencing any type of art) is an intimate experience. The connection a movie can have will vary depending on the eyes and perspective angled at it. I may have been moved by Jason Reitman's Up in the Air when it came out in 2009 but that doesn't mean I'm owed the same reaction by anyone. Up in the Air worked as an example of the isolation felt in crowds. We have opportunities to make connections with others and sometimes we will have a negative impact on people, regardless of our intentions. We are all under a lot of pressure to make the right choices, to fill our suitcases with the right items so to speak. Some of us shut people out because it's easier in the short term but what are we left with when the dust settles?

Those are some of the ideas that came to me when I saw Up in the Air. Not everyone shared my love of that movie, and that's fine. If you saw that movie and did not connect to the themes of isolation or crushing disappointment when you actually do throw yourself out there only to be rejected, all I can do is explain to you what I did see. Maybe you'll give it another look. Maybe through that second look you will develop a different understanding and see something in the movie you didn't see before. Maybe you'll shake your head and ask yourself why you listened to that jackass.

Criticism is about communication, not about cutting artists down to size. Some critics may see themselves as the king of the mountain whose words of 'yay' or 'nay' can determine the value of something. I can't speak to that because a critic's words do not carry any importance in isolation. The conversation is not over when those words are printed.

This is what Ebert represented so well. While I never experienced it first hand, I've been reading stories and listening to podcasts about him and his connection to his fans and readers and dissenters. He did take the time to reply to people. He did consider what others thought. He did not apologize for his opinion. He was willing to share the experience with others without being dismissive. He may have savaged a movie here and there when he felt passionately about it (North) but he did so in a way that was equal parts entertaining and well-written.

My students are in the midst of a unit on film history. I am trying to inspire the idea that movies are about more than entertainment. This is a difficult task as many adults see them only as meaningless time-wasters. My goal is to have them think more critically about the things they see in movies. If they can analyze a theme or identify the purpose of a movie they otherwise label as boring or bad, they may develop a greater appreciation for film.

Movies were notoriously used to waste time when I was a student. We would watch a movie in class to kill time or reward us for good behaviour. Sometimes it was to accompany a novel or play we read, which at least provided a contextual connection. There were times in my grade 11 history class when my teacher asked me to provide copies of Schindler's List and Saving Private Ryan to the class for our unit on World War 2. I am asking more.

Films have the opportunity to give audiences perspective on the world around us. Blue Valentine provides a glimpse into the rise and fall of a romantic relationship and the failed attempts at sealing the cracks. That is a fairly standard type of movie, but Derek Cianfrance executed it with a harsh realism that shakes the audience. It's uncomfortable and it should be. Blue Valentine, while very separate from my own romantic endeavours, forced me to reflect on the failings of past relationships. In some cases I likely washed my hands of responsibility of the disintegrations I was involved in. That movie was a splash of ice cold water in my face. Unpleasant but necessary.

I don't begrudge people who watch movies only for entertainment. They're missing out on the depth that is available to them. Sure, The Dark Knight Rises is exciting and features explosions, chaos and ass-kicking superhero action. But it is also a commentary on the effectiveness of fear as a method of control and manipulation. Looking at an otherwise easily dismissed movie in that way provides me with a greater enjoyment. It expands the conversation.

When Fargo came out on video (not DVD, we watched it on the VCR!) I hated it. I found the characters shrill and annoying. I, frankly, was bored. Nothing happened! Why is there this scene where this woman meets up with her old friend from high school where he becomes a blubbering mess? What's with the accent? Revisiting it a couple years later on CBC, I was hooked. It was all about desperation and what people do when there seems to be no way out. It's the same for Jerry Lundegaard as it is for Marge Gunderson's high school friend. Only Jerry is desperate for money while the friend is desperate for companionship. It has been a long while since I last watched Fargo, so I am not as specific about it as I could be.

The next time you come out of a movie, don't just go home or go to bed. Don't just move on. Let it percolate. Let it bubble. Think about it. Why was the movie made? What were the filmmakers trying to say? Granted, if your escapism is fueled by trips to Transformers movies you may find this exercise tiresome and unnecessary. But if you find yourself frustrated by a movie like The Master or Tree of Life, wrestle with it. It is perfectly okay if you hate it with all the fiery passion you can muster, but think of what didn't work for you. If something is confusing, talk with someone else who watched it and figure it out together. That's part of the fun. Whether you realize it or not, watching movies is a skill that needs to be developed to get the maximum experience possible.

It's not always easy, some of the work is left up to the audience and I challenge anyone who doesn't normally think that way about their entertainment to look deeper.

PS. Ebert's final review, of Terrence Malick's To the Wonder, features a line at the end that I find very poignant. I wish I wrote it.

"Reach beneath the surface, and find the soul in need."

Movies inspired him to write that. That is the power therein.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

AQ Redux: Elitism at the Oscars


This is one of my failed columns. It was a piece on the Academy Awards in 2008.

I was trying to satirically deconstruct the film geek's obsession with awards. For some reason, they need the validation of seeing their favourite movie gain the accolades of award shows.

Winning or losing an award should not change how one feels about a piece of art. If you don't like the film that wins best pic
ture, so what? I used to care, I used to get outraged until I realized how idiotic it is.

I do believe the Oscars are a farce and it's a damn shame that producers get the credit at the end. Sure without the financial backing a lot of these particular films wouldn't get made but that doesn't mean films would stop. The role of a producer is to make money and play it safe. The best picture award should go collectively to the director, writer, cinematographer, etc.
Make it a Stanley Cup like thing where it's on display with names added each year. I sill love the movies, but a lot of movie fans piss me off.




Elitism at the Oscars
by
Jason Wilson


Elitism and entertainment are difficult to separate.

The indie music crowd turns its nose up at anyone who started liking Modest Mouse after 'Good News for People Who Love Bad News.' Similarly, film geeks will chastise those who love Michael Bay action movies.

I fall partially in the latter group.

When Titanic won the Academy Award for best picture I wanted to vomit. All opinions aside, L.A. Confidential is the better film.

The Academy Awards are scrutinized more than any other award show. No one cares who wins a Grammy or a Golden Globe or especially a People's Choice award because what do people know?

The Oscar carries prestige to movie geeks, and we all expect our choice to be the one that takes the cake.

No such luck.

Maybe this year is different. Honestly, I would not be disappointed if any of the best picture nominees won.

Even Juno, a film I found to be quirky for the sake of being quirky with very little substance, would not disappoint due to my adoration of Jason Reitman and his rock-solid cast.

The front runner, No Country for Old Men is a technically sound, visually stunning film chock full of suspense. The Coen Brothers elected to end the film with subtlety. It was purposely vague to provoke a long term effect that would have been absent with a 'wrap up all the loose ends' ending. It also would have been untrue to the Cormac McCarthy novel.

It should win, but it could fall victim to "the Scorsese Effect."

"The Scorsese Effect" applies to a film/director/actor that is clearly deserving but is then passed over.

Martin Scorsese's history at the Awards has been mixed. He has only won the best director prize once, for 2006's The Departed.

In 1981 he lost out to Robert Redford, an actor turned director. In 1991 he should have won for Goodfellas, but again was thwarted by an actor thinking he's better than he is. Kevin Costner won for Dances With Wolves.

The difference is No Country's competition includes There Will Be Blood, an equally deserving picture from Paul Thomas Anderson (Magnolia, Boogie Nights).

If either film goes home empty handed, it will be a tragedy.

The situation is rife with peril as other nominees could sneak into contention at the last minute like Crash and Chicago in recent years.

The night will toil through the rhetoric of celebrity as the stars gather to celebrate their wealth and to a lesser extent, the art of cinema.

Teasers of the best picture nominees will be shown as people guess who will win while Jack Nicholson pops another valium and tries to remember where he is.

Everyone will smile as the producers of the winning film jump on stage to accept an award for something they had little or no part in creating. The biggest award of the entire ceremony goes to those who deserve it the least...such is the folly of being an artist.

Oh sure, Anderson or the Coens could have a moment in the sun a few commercial breaks earlier, but it's the producers who stand victorius at the end of the evening. It's a parable of life and the working class. The bosses celebrate the spoils of the hard work done by those beneath them.

Celebrate the writers, actors and directors...the producers don't need our applause and they don't deserve it either. They already have our money.

Reluctantly I predict the outcomes and analyze where I went wrong. I labour over the idea of who truly deserves it and who should have stayed at home.

All opinions aside, No Country for Old Men was the best movie nominated, but I'm no elitist.

Monday, February 2, 2009

AQ REDUX: Top 10 Movies of 2007



I don't know why I make top ten lists. Hell it's a mystery to me why I made the top 200 movies list. Boredom is likely. Obsession is also a possibility. But it's flawed because my opinions are fleeting. My list below of the top 10 movies of 2007 has certainly changed, notably at the top.

Zodiac (pictured above) is my top film from that year. I can watch it over and over again even though it clocks in at around 3 hours. David Fincher is a movie making maven. While Benjamin Button is getting awards attention this year, it was Zodiac that really woke me up to his genius puppetmaster skills. His early flicks like Seven, The Game and Fight Club all worked as entertaining exercises of style and suspense. What he achieved with Zodiac was a more mature and engaging story. He took a tale set in reality and through meticulous attention to detail was able to essentially reproduce San Francisco in the late 60s and early 70s.

Don't get me wrong, No Country for Old Men and There Will Be Blood deserve the praise they received and continue to be showered it. And when I wrote the following piece, I hadn't yet seen the PT Anderson epic of power and greed or a couple others. My revised list is as follows:

1. Zodiac
2. No Country for Old Men
3. There Will Be Blood
4. Grindhouse
5. Into the Wild
6. The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
7. Once
8. Hot Fuzz
9. Before the Devil Knows You're Dead
10. Superbad

Some changes...some the same...


Top 10 movies of 2007
by Jason Wilson


1. No Country for Old Men
2. Zodiac
3. Grindhouse
4. Into the Wild
5. Once
6. 3:10 to Yuma
7. Charlie Wilson's War
8. Hot Fuzz
9. American Gangster
10. Superbad


Once again I am embarrassed to submit my top ten list of films from the previous calendar year. Why? I live in Fredericton, New Brunswick or as I like to refer to it: the cinema sewer.

I feel cheated as a fan of artistic film I was unable to see Wes Anderson's The Darjeeling Limited. A friend of mine caught it on a whim on his way through Presque Isle, Maine. Yes, some rinky-dink theatre in small town Maine has a leg up on Fredericton when it comes to independent releases.

Word of mouth in Fredericton, or rumours, informed me that the reason Empire Theatres didn't bring The Assassination of Jesse James is because the powers that be figured it wouldn't be a draw. The reasoning makes sense, but not for this particular film. Beyond starring Brad Pitt, it was touted as an award front-runner well before it was released anywhere (didn't win much but ah well).

The theatre can't use genre as an excuse either because both 3:10 to Yuma and No Country for Old Men can be slotted next to it as a western. Jesse James is a beautifully filmed picture with subtle performances and a nuanced story. It's not a classic duster. It's more like a thinking man's western*, something that may scare theatre bosses. Complexities equal fewer ticket sales, or so they think. Balls.

Chances of seeing Paul Thomas Anderson's There Will Be Blood are slim**. Daniel Day-Lewis gives another wonderful performance in a long line of powerhouse acting and Anderson is quickly climbing the ladder of film auteurs. This is not enough for Empire. Instead the same old re-hash like One Missed Call gets a slot. Kudos.

New Brunswick has never been a great place for film lovers. DVD and downloading are the only avenues for most indies. The Monday Night Film Series at Tilley Hall is a good shot, but many of the selections shown are available on DVD soon after or even before a screening. We get the shaft and every year it's the same old story.

What Fredericton needs is an independent movie house that mirrors the Empire-owned Oxford Theatre in Halifax. It's a one-screen theatre hosting indie releases through the week and midnight showings of classics and obscure foreign films on the weekends. Imagine, instead of going to the bars, you have the option to see a night of kung-fu movies for five or ten bucks! Variety, after all is the spice of life.

Chances of this happening are next to nil because there is no real area accesible to a large number of people that's big enough for a theatre. Who has the money to fund such a project and who can get the rights from film companies to screen the movies? Certainly not this semi-student raped by poverty and loan payments.

It's a pipe dream and the only way to keep me in Fredericton for any considerable time after graduation (even then). The routine in the city is the same week in and out. The music scene goes in phases of one style or another and the same bands seem to drop in on their war elsewehere. As nice as the art gallery is it's not going to warrant weekly visits. It's a once in a while thing.

Film can offer more than a night of entertainment. It can be a prelude to in depth conversations regarding the themes of what was viewed. Give it time, and no longer is the film the subject of the conversation but what it represents is.

My top film of the year, the Coen Brothers' No Country for Old Men left an odd taste in many viewers' mouths. For much of the film it is a straightforward chase story that suddenly evolves into much more. The intricate nature of the film's final moments are easy to construe as ambiguous, but instead they reveal more about the nature of life, acceptance and choice. It also sheds light on the meaning of the title of the film.

At least Empire had the sense to screen it although a few weeks later than expected. No film came close all year (d'oh!). It is perfection on film and possibly the Coens' best film***.

2008 begins and it will likely go a similar path in our Capital city. Empire will screen a loud, obnoxious series of action movies while neglecting the artistic and innovative. Who can really blame them though? Movies are all about escaping, not thinking...

Balls.



* Edited phrasing to be direct because my hypotheses about Jesse James were correct.

** There Will Be Blood came to Fredericton about a week before the Oscars so I was wrong. I saw it in theatres and it did not disappoint.

*** Okay, so I jumped the gun. It's a great film but it's not perfection on celluloid. It's not the Coens' best but it is one of them. Love the film, one of the few to improve on the source material but it doesn't keep me as engaged on repeat viewings like Zodiac does.