Monday, March 30, 2009

It's a Weird Weird Weird Weird World

(Joker Pony)

I'm pretty busy right now, so my "Week in Film" postings are going to be delayed. Hopefully I'll be able to put something up later this week, but until then, enjoy the ponies. I found these guys at Cinematical. They are the creations of sick-twisted-genius film fan/sculptor/artist/all-around bad-ass Mari Kasurienen. (My favorite is the Alien one.) Check out the full line-up here. You can find more ponies at her website and some of her other works as well. Enjoy. 

(Edward Scissorhooves)

Okay. After further exploration of Mari's page, Stormtrooper Pony and Pony trapped in Carbonite are now vying for top spots. Watch out Alien. One more pic to top you off. 

(Stormtrooper Pony)

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

A Week In Film: 3/15/2009-3/21/2009


Okay, folks. This is going to be an easy one. For whatever reason--I'm blaming SXSW--I only watched one film for this posting. That film: Hellboy II The Golden Army. I've been pretty busy this week, and it continues still. So, I won't write much. 

My quick review: the mediocrity of the 3/8-3/14 week spilled over an extra day onto my Sunday viewing of HBII. Not a terrible movie, but not a great one either. At the very least it looks fantastic. The special effects makeup is phenomenal. And to be fair, I wasn't expecting a whole lot from this film to begin with. I liked the first film, but that viewing was undeniably enhanced by low expectations. I was never a reader of the comic books, so I had no connection to the story prior to the first film. And because I did enjoy the first installment,--surprisingly so, in fact--my expectations were a little higher (but not much) for the sequel. In the end I got what I was expecting: a film with great style (something director Guillermo del Toro always brings to the table), a story I didn't have to actively construct, but was presented for me in a mindless, yet relaxing way (not always a desirable trait, but what I was looking for at the time), and plenty of Ron Perlman

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Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Art Imitating Art

Earlier today I received an email from my friend John. Included in the email was a link to artist Justin Reed's website. I had never heard of this guy before now, but since many of his pieces are film-inspired I thought some of you out there might be interested in checking him out. At the site there is also a link to his blog. (It's under "News.") Some pretty cool stuff there. I hope all of you enjoy the art. Let me know which pieces you think are the best. Take care. 

Sunday, March 15, 2009

A Week In Film: 3/8/2009-3/14/2009




The second week in my "A Week in Film" series has passed, and looking back on it I think it is safe to label it the official week of onscreen penis. Dr. Manhattan's giant-CGI-blue one, Peter Bretter's average-sized-white one, and everywhere on screen: penis, penis, penis. It was like some Bizarro World to the 1980s' gratuitous use of breasts. If you have not already guessed, two of the films I watched this week were Watchmen (2009) and Forgetting Sarah Marshall (2008), two penis-filled films of mild enjoyment. For the complete list of this week's "A Week in Film" features read on... Penis.




Watchmen (2009, Zack Snyder)


I am not going to go into a full plot synopsis or even a drawn out review. Instead, I am opting to address one or two elements of the film, some parts that I liked, and a few more that I didn't. Here we go.

SPOILER ALERT!!
Let me preface this by saying that I am a big fan of the graphic novel. And, after seeing the film I believe director Zack Snyder did about all he could for the screen translation of Watchmen. That is he succeeded in transcribing the graphic novel from the pages to the screen, which is what I believe was his intention. However, there is a fundamental problem with this approach: the screen is not the page. This is most noticeable in the dialogue. Comic book lines don't transition well into dialogue. They often come across as hammy, over the top. This was a major criticism of Snyder's previous project 300 (2006). Yet, he doesn't seem to have learned from the criticism. Or, maybe he just doesn't care. Perhaps in both instances he made the films he wanted to make. In Watchmen, however, I think a greater flaw was in the editing of the dialogue, rather than its writing. In many instances the dialogue ran on for one-too-many lines. 

Case in point (and I apologize for paraphrasing, but I have no notes on the film): After The Comedian has just attacked a crowd of citizens, Nite Owl asks him something to the tune of "What happened to us?" The Comedian responds, "The American dream, the people got it. It's me." Here, the dialogue is fine. A little hokey, but all in all, fine. But he continues, "I'm the American dream." Oh!! And you lost me. We got it. You didn't have to reiterate. What's that you say? That's just nitpicking, one line in an entire film. You want further proof? 

Example number two: Dr. Manhattan and Laurie Jupiter are on Mars. He has mentally sent her back in time to when she was a child. Laurie discovers during this flashback that The Comedian, the man who once tried to rape her mother is in fact her father. She is the product of her mother's "weakness" for The Comedian some years later. We pull back to the present. Laurie is now in tears. Dr. Manhattan looks at her. He says, "You see. The Comedian is your father." No shit Dr. Manhattan! You don't say. We just spent eight minutes in a flashback, the whole purpose of which to reveal this fact. But, we just couldn't put it together without you saying it. Are we really so stupid that we would forget a major reveal within the span of literally ten to twenty seconds. Dumb! Now I have to stop writing about these moments. They're starting to make me angry. I think it's about time I mention something positive

Probably the best part of the entire film was the opening montage of superhero history set to Bob Dylan's "The Times Are A-Changin'." This bit is great. The song sets the mood; the images look great and work perfectly with the song. All in all a nice bit of cinema and one of the best openings to a film I've seen in a long time. With that said, the incorporation of classic time-piece songs into the film quickly went awry. By the time Simon and Garfunkel's "The Sounds of Silence" rang out over The Comedian's funeral scene, it was all down hill.

I don't want this to sound as if I completely hated the film. There were some great little fight sequences complete with the slow-mo to sped-up transitioning photography that Snyder perfected in 300. And every scene with Rorchach was great, especially the stuff in prison. His mini speech to the other inmates in the prison: "None of you understand. I'm not locked up in her with you. You're locked up in here with me!" were just as badass as they were in the book. In the end, though, Watchmen is just a slightly better than average action film. The audience is kept at arms length. The story is interesting, the film looks great, but there is no attempt to bridge an emotional connection to any of the characters. Plus Dr. Manhattan's penis is a constant distraction. I don't think I will normally attach a rating to the films I write about in these "A Week In Film" sections, but my buddy John's rating of C+ seems to have hit the nail on the head. Not terrible, not great. Just slightly better than average. 


Forgetting Sarah Marshall 
(2008, Nicholas Stoller)


A quick summary of Forgetting Sarah Marshall: Two very attractive women, two rather unattractive men, and an overabundance of Peter Bretter's wang. Some funny instances, but easily and ironically a forgettable film. 


In Bruges 
(2008, Martin McDonagh)



What can I say about In Bruges? Well, it was not at all what the trailer marketed it to be. It was a much more solemn film. There is none of the screwball comedy that is so desperately sutured into the trailer. Instead, it is a tale of two hitmen, depressed about a botched job. To tell the truth, there is not a lot to say about this picture, except that I wouldn't recommend it. 

So that's that. Week two summarized in two words: mediocrity and PENIS!

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Saturday, March 7, 2009

A Week In Film: 3/1/2009-3/7/2009


Stella Dallas
(1937, King Vidor)

Barbara Stanwyck and Barbara O'neil embrace as mother and daughter.

SPOILER ALERT!!

A surprisingly touching woman's film staring Barbara Stanwyck as the title character, Stella Dallas is the story of Stella, a common woman with dreams of higher status. Stella is infatuated with the handsomely uncommon plant manager Stephen Dallas (John Boles). A former New York entrepreneur, Stephen has fled his past life, money, and fiance to start anew in the small town Stella calls home. The two are quickly swept up in a whirlwind romance, resulting in marriage and daughter Laurel, eventually played by Anne Shirley.

Shortly thereafter, Stella reverts to her common ways restricting her high society elbow rubbing to the upper crust's more pedestrian members. In comes gambler-to-the-rich Ed Munn, a jovial drunkard with a volatile knack for pickin' the ponies. As Stella's desire to become one of the societal elites fades, so too does her relationship with Stephen. The years pass and Stephen is spending more and more time in New York, re-establishing himself as the successful businessman he once was and reconciling relations with his former fiance Helen (Barbara O'neil). Now he only returns to visit Laurel, who is growing in to an educated, refined young woman.

As time passes, Laurel becomes increasingly drawn to the affluent world of her father. Still, she never denies her mother, who is so obviously a pariah in the country club atmosphere to which Laurel has become accustomed. This is never more evident than in the scene at the soda shop. Laurel and her boyfriend arrive at the soda shop as their friends are amusedly recalling the antics of an embarrassingly out of place woman. This woman is, of course, Stella, parading around the country club in a gaudy number complete with white fox fur and shoes with bells on them. Laurel is panicked when she finds out this woman--who incidentally has just wandered into the soda shop--is her mother. She quickly fabricates a story about a missing ornament and flees from the shop before her mother notices her.

From this scene it may appear that Laurel has denied her mother, and maybe on some level she has, but we find that Laurel's fleeing from both the shop and the country club soon after are attempts to spare her mother the embarrassment of discovery. Discovery that she is not as refined as she thinks; that she is not as accepted as she thinks; that she is in fact the butt of the joke, the ducklings in a lake of swans. Despite Laurel's efforts, Stella discovers what has happened and is faced with the realization that as long as she is Laurel's mother, Laurel will never "belong."

One day Stella goes to visit Stephen's new love Helen (soon to be Helen Dallas). She asks Helen that if she concedes to a divorce, will Helen take Laurel on as her own. Taken back by the selflessness of Stella's request, she agrees. Of course when Laurel hears that she is to live with her father and Helen now, instead of her mother, she is flattered, but promptly declines the invitation. She could never leave her mother, her mother who raised her, who now needs her. Stella must again sacrifice. When Laurel arrives home, Stella plays that she is in love with the detested Ed Munn and is about to leave for Rio de Janiero to get married. It would appear that she no longer wants her daughter. Laurel returns to her father and Helen in tears, convinced that Stella's selfless act was in fact a selfish one.

The film culminates in a heart-wrenching-final scene: Stella is watching from the streets as her daughter gets married. A police officer is attempting to usher her away from the window. "Please. Let me see her face when he kisses her," she begs. Stella watches the kiss; she is moved along, a smile slowly stretching its way across her face. Her sacrifice was not in vein; her great dream passed along to her child. A tragically happy ending.

As I wrote before, this was a surprisingly touching film. Barbara Stanwyck steals every scene. Yet O'neil is also quite good. And the two play off each other splendidly, resulting in some of the most endearing scenes in the film. Beyond the acting, the costuming is well thought out. The motif of accouterments versus classic plainness is one of the strongest and smartest indicators of status in the film. If you have not seen Stella Dallas, I highly recommend it. And, I apologize for spoiling the plot.



Sahara (1943, Zoltan Korda)

Humphrey Bogart and his motley crew of international infantry men plot their stand against the Nazi juggernaut.

I won't say much about Sahara. Only that if you are a Bogie fan, or would like to be, this is the film for you. Bogie has the traditional coolness that marks many of his more popular roles with a more readily noticeable compassion, that is often masked at the onset of other films. Sahara is a WWII buddy war film set in the Sahara Desert. Although it is often considered an American propaganda film, it's the kind of propaganda I can get behind. I mean the entire Allied forces embodied in 11 men, even an Axis buddy (the Italian convert Giuseppe), and a single American tank named Lulubelle verses 500 of the Third Reich's finest. Does that not sound good? Definitely worth a viewing.

That's all folks. My first "A Week in Film" posting complete. I hope this inspired some of you to expand your cinematic repertoire. One week, two great films. Not a bad start.


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Stella Dallas: Barbara Stanwyck and Barbara O'neil embrace as mother and daughter.
Sahara: Humphrey Bogart and his motley crew of international infantry men plot their stand against the Nazi juggernaut.

A Week In Film

This is a new feature that I am trying out. The basic premise is as follows. At the moment I can only fit in a few films a week. Why not talk about them? So that's what I plat to do. Most of my entries, I assume, will be short descriptions about the films (pretty much plot summaries), but if the mood strikes me, and presuming that I have the time, I foresee critiques, reviews, and other personal insights, as well. So, that's that. On to the movies.