Friday, February 12, 2016

Movie Review: "Deadpool" (2016)

© 20th Century Fox

The era of hard-R comic book films (and TV) is upon us (fingers crossed that Warner Brothers lets Suicide Squad reach its full potential), and 2016's first foray is Tim Miller's surprisingly solid Valentine's Day weekend release, Deadpool. Marvel's popular joke-cracking, audience-aware anti-hero based on the comic of the same name sweeps into theaters with a little something for everyone—as long as you're unphased by sex and gore and dirty jokes. With my only knowledge of the Deadpool character coming from his narration of the 2013 LEGO Marvel Super Heroes game (which is to say, I had literally none), watching star Ryan Reynolds come into his own as the titular prankster made for hearty, laughter-filled good time.

Former Special Ops soldier, Wade Wilson (Reynolds) hasn't let his history of taking lives get him down. In fact, he's taken his skull-cracking skills to the streets, becoming a rogue faux-justice fighter for the little guy, scaring away stalkers and assholes and the like—for a fee, not out of the kindness of his heart. His happy peak is reached when he meets his female equivalent, Vanessa (Morena Baccarin), a prostitute with a potty mouth and a soft spot for his shenanigans. It's real love.

Things just aren't meant to work out for Wade, though, after he finds out he's got terminal cancer and is approached by a secret organization that can promise to cure him. With nothing left to lose, he walks out on Vanessa and, well... things once again don't quite work out. Tortured into a mutated state by the—sadly very forgetful—villain, Ajax (Ed Skrein), Wade must save himself by seeking revenge and finding a way to get back to his girl, now using the new moniker "Deadpool." All with a little help from his friends (cue Beatles track).

The comedy is not dry or subtle. There are no innuendos or double-entendres. Deadpool doesn't mince words. He's crude and explosive and gleefully filthy, and his fourth-wall breaking humor is as pointed as it is obvious. This was true when he was Wade, and it continued to be true as he unwillingly transformed into his mutant self. With cracks about the X-Men franchise and the general rules of filmmaking littering the script, there isn't much that you'd be thinking or criticizing that Deadpool doesn't take a quick moment to verbalize for you. Some might find that obnoxious, but I found it hilariously refreshing, and at times, insightful.



On the surface, Wade/Deadpool is just despicable. He doesn't listen, he's violent and unforgiving, and he's mean to the people he seems to care most about. But underneath all that, there is a subtle layer that I found compelling, one that hinted at a man who is resentful in his knowledge that he's just not meant to be happy. Instead of wallowing, though, he acts out, picks fights, and laughs at his, yours, my, everyone's expense. Mostly the X-Men, but everyone else, too. It's easy to miss all this, because director Tim Miller doesn't pay it much mind or seem to want to acknowledge that it's there, but I saw it, and it made me care about Wade and forgive him his wild indiscretions. Even root for him.

That brings me to the love story. Morena Baccarin as Wade's female counterpart, Vanessa—a woman who doesn't simply "put up with" her leading man and have nothing to contribute, like most superhero "girlfriends" in these films—is wonderful. She's literally his other half, without simply repeating his eccentricities. Despite a third the screen time, Vanessa is as well developed—and funny—as Wade Wilson. Yes, I think he's well-developed, too, despite the fart jokes. A romance this effective and touching was unexpected, to say the least, and while their romantic sequences were quick and full of nudity, it just worked, because their chemistry was there. So when he transforms into a monster, his ego becomes his enemy and the fear of her rejection is enough to push him into the bloody, frenzied revenge that makes up the majority of the film. As worthy a motivation as one could find in a Marvel flick.

T.J. Miller as Wade's best friend, Weasel, essentially plays himself, and the role was hardly a stretch for him. His comedy was dry where Wade's was sticky and harsh. The stale elements of the film came in the form of the X-Men themselves... or rather, the two that 20th Century Fox could afford (nudge-nudge-wink-wink). This is where the audience har-hared the most, but the jokes were the least clever. Like the mock-opening credits, it was not as funny as the audience's laughter might have led you to believe, but it was playful and gave Deadpool the necessary ammunition to comment directly on the genre—an undeniably important element of the comic. The self-aware, tongue-in-cheek (or rather, lack thereof) comedy isn't for everyone—normally, it's not really for me, either—but Reynolds slipped into the part so naturally, it was hard to not enjoy him and his attempts to lighten even the ugliest of situations.

Ryan Reynolds struck gold with this role. As an actor, he's seriously struggled to be in anything memorable, despite his looks and stellar comedic timing. This role is, for him, the hard-R version of Hugh Jackman's PG-13-limited Wolverine—it is a career defining turn, one that is bound to continue through the next decade of the Marvel franchises.

With superhero films becoming so predictably low-to-no-stakes, Deadpool shines in its rough and messy visual (and emotional) tone. It's also rough as a film overall, shallow in its scope and themes, but as a set-up for the character, it did splendidly. It risks overkill in all aspects, and managed to stay right at the edge this time around. Regardless of the constant desperate-for-a-laugh lines and situational comedy (I'm still chuckling about Wade's IKEA furniture fight with Blind Al), the film has a lot of heart. The danger is tangible, and even the handmade costume speaks to the "anti-gloss" nature of his story. Side by side with shiny and CGI'd Colossus, it's clear that Deadpool is quite literally the antithesis of the X-Men. That was welcome, indeed.

Rating: ★★★½ / 5 stars

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

My Top Ten Movie Moments of 2015

Last year, it took me no time at all to post this list. Maybe because I actually hadn't seen all that many new movies, so it wasn't too hard to pick my favorite moments. As it were, this year, I saw 93 movies that were released in 2015 (so far!), so the pool of memorable moments was more than a little overwhelming. But when push comes to shove, the best moments always stand out, even if the movie itself didn't.

Some of these are common favorites, some much less so. Some of the films can be found on my Top 10 of 2015 list, while most of them, well... can't. Either way, all of these scenes stuck in me, and maybe they stuck in you, too. (You may also notice, I'm a sucker for dance sequences.)

*WARNING: may contain spoilers*

What We Do In the Shadows

10. Viago (Taika Waititi) introducing the documentary crew to ancient vampire Petyr (Ben Fransham) in WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS. [watch scene here]

9. William (Harrison Ford) sees Adaline (Blake Lively) for the first time in 50 years in THE AGE OF ADALINE. [watch scene here]

8. Nathan (Oscar Isaac) dances with one of his robots in EX MACHINA. [watch scene here]

7. The entire extended visit to Connecticut in MISTRESS AMERICA.

6. The sandstorm action sequence in MAD MAX: FURY ROAD. [watch scene here]

5. The underwater heist in MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE - ROGUE NATION. [watch scene here]

Inside Out

4. Joy (Amy Poehler) and Bing Bong (Richard Kind) try to escape the Memory Dump in INSIDE OUT. [watch scene here] ("Take her to the moon for me..." *sniff*)

3. Big Dick Richie (Joe Manganiello) and his gas station strip tease dance to "I Want It That Way" in MAGIC MIKE XXL. [watch scene here]

2. Jack (Jacob Tremblay) meets a dog for the first time in ROOM. [watch scene here]

and the best scene of the year goes to...

1. Amy (Amy Schumer) performs for Aaron (Bill Hader) with the Knick City Dancers to Billy Joel’s "Uptown Girl" in TRAINWRECK. [watch scene here]

Trainwreck

Those are my favorite moments in movies in 2015. What are yours? Share in the comments!

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Project 365: Movies 273 - 279

273 / 365: Brooklyn (2015)
© Fox Searchlight Pictures

This past year wasn't known for it's easy-breezy cinema. Most were wrought with violence, or injustice, or emotional turmoil, so to be met with a film this light and refreshing is almost unheard of this time of year. For that film to receive the awards recognition that it has goes to show how audiences were in need of more movies that have no more to say than "love will prevail." There are obvious elements of classic Hollywood cinema in Brooklyn, from the story itself to the romance to the exquisite costume and set design, proof that a happy ending doesn't have to feel trite or cliche, but can be absolutely necessary and welcome.

Young Eilis Lacey (Saoirse Ronan) finds a lack of opportunities in her small, cloistered Irish hamlet in the 1950's, and with the help of a family friend and Priest, makes the nerve-wracking and unfamiliar voyage across the Atlantic to Brooklyn, New York. Leaving behind her hopeful mother and older sister, Eilis is put up in a female boarding house for like-minded Irish transplants, and she soon realizes that her meek, quiet, and nervous nature may not get her too far in the fast-paced city. With a new job at an upscale department store, coming face to face with glamorous and confident women doesn't do anything to settle her nerves.

Wracked with homesickness and without any close friends, she's unexpectedly wooed by a sweet and playful Italian boy named Tony (Emory Cohen). As a whirlwind romance quickly transforms her life and outlook on her new home, she must put her new-found happiness on hold when tragedy calls her back to Ireland. With the call of two homes weighing heavily on her mind, Eilis must choose between the prospect of greater opportunities from her past... and the anticipation of a blissful future.

The film is refreshing in its lack of stakes. How personal it was counteracts our desire to see our protagonist encounter insurmountable trials left and right. She felt like an honest, real person, experiencing a new life—first crippled by homesickness, probably one of the best portrayals on screen of the complex emotion I've ever seen, and then by infatuation, the temporary cure for almost any sickness, as most of us know. Ronan is absolute perfection. She has come into her own as an actress, and as a woman, she possesses a wholesome maturity that is so rare these days. There is nothing hard about her, but her strength is indisputable. Watching that strength come out is Eilis' entire journey.

Brooklyn is a movie that's nearly impossible to hate, because it's genuinely the most harmless movie of the year. That could be considered a not-so-good thing by some critics. This sweet and not-so-subtle romance about self-discovery may not push the envelope of cinema or any aspect of the medium, but it does remind us how necessary a story this hopeful and genuine really is for jaded American audiences.

Rating: ★★★★ / 5 stars
Watched: Theater
Seen Before: No

274 / 365: Bridge of Spies (2015)
© 20th Century Fox

During the early years of the Cold War, the CIA intercepts knowledge of a Soviet spy working on American soil. When Rudolf Abel (Mark Rylance) is apprehended by the CIA, the image of a fair and balanced trial becomes a government priority, and insurance lawyer James B. Donovan (Tom Hanks) is hired (or rather, forced) to represent him. But when a CIA U-2 spy plane is downed over Soviet air space, pilot Francis G. Powers (Austin Stowell) is arrested and used as a pawn to orchestrate a trade for their KGB intelligence officer. Donovan then finds himself traveling to East Berlin to negotiate the trade, and discovers that the internal struggle between Soviet territories may well cost him his life.

Spielberg's take on the subject matter is undeniably heavy-handed, reminding us constantly just how much better America is than the Soviet Union. We treat our prisoners better, we represent them better in court, we even wake them up in their prison cells nicer. Steven, we get it. I'm happy to be an American, too. Maybe back off the rhetoric a little. It shouldn't a surprise that the emotions are heightened and turned up to eleven here, especially as audiences are further and further removed from the political nuances of the Cold War. But the overt comparisons of "them" versus "us" was done with the subtlety of a freight train.

There is quite literally a scene in which Donovan rides the train from East Berlin back to the West side, and as he passes over the wall, he watches young people attempting to run over the battlement only to be shot dead. CUT TO: Donovan has returned home to America, and it riding the train to work. As he passes by a neighborhood, he sees a group of young boys making that same run... but this time, it's over fences in the sunshine, and there's nary a gun in sight. I KNOW, WE GET IT. And moments like this aren't rare; there's one at least every 20 minutes, and it's an unnecessary distraction that detracts from the very real nature of this story.

The direction otherwise is, of course, beautiful. Hanks is still a man with the world's most trustworthy face, and he plays Donovan as an earnest man unwilling to compromise with the lives of any political prisoners. When he plays hardball with the East Germans, we don't question his convictions for a second, even though the US government does. He's the foundation that the film needs, because otherwise it would suffer from an over-inflated sense of self. Hanks, however, can't ever be applauded enough, in my opinion.

Rating: ★★★½ / 5 stars
Watched: Theater
Seen Before: No

275 / 365: Furious 7 (2015)
© Universal Pictures

This isn't as bad as you'd probably imagine, though perhaps you're in the camp of people that root for an endless stream of films from the Fast & Furious franchise? If that's the case, I'd think this one might just live up to your revved-up, cinematic expectations. In the seventh iteration of this popular series, it's unique in that it features the late Paul Walker's character, Brian, and—through the magic of creative shooting and CGI—Walker himself. The film has so much heart as a result, knowing it is, in more ways than one, an ode to a wonderful guy, honoring what he contributed to over a decade of this cinematic franchise.

Dominic Toretto and his team are finished with their criminal pasts. Having reformed and many of them settling down, parting ways, the brother of an old enemy, Deckard Shaw (Jason Statham), has begun attacking Toretto's crew, aiming to kill them one by one. At the team comes together to mourn the loss of one of their own, they're once again enlisted by the government to stop a computer terrorism program called "God's Eye," from falling into the hands of a Somalian terrorist, Jakarde, and another unknown entity who will stop at nothing to get their hands on it.

Once again, Vin Diesel is the obvious star, not only due to his prominence in the story, but because acting-wise, he's the steadiest talent you can find in the bunch. Dominic is a strong character, and more complicated than everyone else (despite how hard the filmmakers try to make Michelle Rodriguez' Letty a hot mess ready to implode). Walker was body-doubled by his own brothers, and voiced by them two, and it was remarkably well done. The best part was that they didn't back down from using his character, including him heavily in the plot, and avoiding the "easy way out" that would involve simply killing the character off. That shows loyalty that most production companies have no patience for, and for that, I tip my hat.

Constant slow-mo transitions litter the film, usually involving cars rolling up, nearly naked women passing by, clothes waving in the wind... That happened at least nine times. A familiar Furious motif, no doubt. All the fun visual action is clearly a plot to keep us all from realizing that the plot is a total mess. And it works too! You don't really notice that you're unsure who is battling who, why the government is involved, and that there are two, only-okay plots happening simultaneously. Much of the hand-to-hand, man-on-man action comes from Statham battling Dominic's crew. His story line is spill-over from previous films, so if you missed those (like I did), you'll probably be left scratching your head. Then there's the actual plot, which involves the "God's Eye" program, and naturally, trying to stop it from falling into the wrong hands.

Fast cars, male AND female-driven action, and a sequence in which a car flies between not one but THREE buildings! Oh, and The Rock literally breaks off his own arm cast by flexing his bicep muscles. All of the favorite action tropes are here, and this time around, it might actually make you feel a thing or two.

Rating: ★★½  / 5 stars
Watched: DVD
Seen Before: No

276 / 365: Trumbo (2015)
© Bleecker Street

Unless you were a fan of 1950s cinema, familiar with all the players and the moving parts and the politics hovering over that time... this might not be a movie for you. It's charm very well could be lost, and what you're left with is cantankerous characters, political fuckery, and a lot of industry "intrigue" that, unfortunately, had a pretty specific shelf-life. Directed by Jay Roach, it's a comedic and playful look at the blacklisting of the Hollywood 10 that also doesn't shy away from the dramatic impact it had on Hollywood, and the lives of those forbidden to work.

In 1947, Dalton Trumbo (Bryan Cranston), along with his close friends in the business, were at the top of their game. Trumbo is offered an unprecedented contract to write movies for Louis B. Meyer (Richard Portnow), that is until gossip columnist Hedda Hopper (Helen Mirren) and the conservative film community begin running smear campaigns, citing Trumbo and his kind as unforgiving Communists—and Soviet sympathizers. At a time when the Cold War was just beginning, the House Un-American Activities Committee was aggressively attacking Hollywood, and those who may be inserting their Commie agendas into the pictures. When famous Hollywood insiders named names, Trumbo and other artists were blacklisted and jailed, forced to write or work in secret in order to avoid financial ruin. For Dalton Trumbo, blacklisting couldn't stop him from going on to write some of the post popular films of all time, or from winning two Academy Awards—under someone else's name.

I am a fan of this era, and it's charm was almost lost on me. I delighted in seeing the characters take familiar form, and the political climate surrounding the Hollywood Ten, blacklisted for their polluting of films with Communist propaganda, is done extremely well. It doesn't shy away from discussing the hypocrisy of these rich writers claiming to fight for the little guy, but supports their fight for free speech in whatever form they, as writers, see fit. The highlight of the film is the flurry of script-writing done under different monikers for B-movie producers, Frank (John Goodman) and Hymie King (Stephen Root). Brian Cranston knows Dalton Trumbo, and plays him with a lot of wit and forcefulness, never forgetting that he was a stubborn, but brilliant man, who wasn't at all flawless. He's an interesting character to root for, because while he's technically in the right, he's morally ambiguous.

The rest of the casting was a fun element to watch play out on screen, as well. Elle Fanning, as Trumbo's youngest daughter, is the only actor in the film not sporting an array of wrinkles, and there's something refreshing about that. Michael Stuhlbarg as Edward G. Robinson, David James Elliott as John Wayne (whose accent was a bit all over the place, I will admit), and of course, Dean O'Gorman as Spartacus actor, Kirk Douglas, all of them added so much personality to the film. But at the same time, the entire plot suffered from being overly busy. We're left trying to make connections between people, some who change from scene to scene as motivations shift and alter--complex, sure, but also dizzying. The film isn't fast-paced enough or dynamic enough to warrant the back and forth, yet is does a marvelous job establishing the political climate at the time, and just how unforgiving HUAC and the conservative press were at the time.

Rating: ★★★ / 5 stars
Watched: Theater
Seen Before: No

277 / 365: The Danish Girl (2015)
© Focus Features

New movie release, reviewed previously on Through the Reels. Read the full review here.

Rating: ★★★½ / 5 stars
Watched: Theater
Seen Before: No

278 / 365: Carol (2015)
© The Weinstein Company

New movie release, reviewed previously on Through the Reels. Read the full review here.

Rating: ★★★ / 5 stars
Watched: Theater
Seen Before: No

279 / 365: The Big Short (2015)
© Paramount Pictures

New movie release, reviewed previously on Through the Reels. Read the full review here.

Rating: ★★★★½ / 5 stars
Watched: Theater
Seen Before: No

Movie Review: "Theeb" (2015)

© MAD Solutions

This past weekend, I tackled two of the nominees for Best Foreign Language Film at this year's Oscars—a category I'd sadly missed entirely during the past 12 months. So in an (ever-so valiant) effort to educate myself, I saw Mustang (wow!), and spent my Super Bowl Sunday morning in the world of Theeb. Directed by Naji Abu Nowar and set in the Ottoman Empire of the First World War, the film explores the theme of brotherhood versus country, and the impact the increasingly modern world had on the traditions of the many desert tribes in the Ottoman province of Hijaz. By bringing in non-actors to portray his characters, Nowar has created a neo-realistic Middle Eastern western that's visually powerful, albeit simply predictable.

Theeb (Jacir Eid Al-Hwietat) and his older brother, Hussein (Hussein Salameh Al-Sweilhiyeen), are two of three sons of the Howeitat tribe Chief, recently deceased. One evening, a British officer named Edward (Jack Fox), and his Arab associate (Marji Audeh), show up at the tribe's nomadic camp. Their mission is unknown, but they request a guide to lead them through a dangerous, raider-filled passageway, in order to reach an old Roman well and reunite with their compatriots near the Ottoman railway. With a long tradition of being pilgrim guides, Hussein's eldest brother, and acting Chief, offers up Hussein's services. Not understanding the reason for his beloved brother's departure, Theeb follows behind in secret, and the group is forced to take on the boy in their travels for fear that he'd never survive on his own in the desert. While Edward wants to push on regardless of the risks, Hussein warns of the dangers that lie ahead, and it may cost the entire group their lives.

It's impressive, to say that least, that none of the Bedouin-born actors here had ever acted before. British actor, Jack Fox, was the only professional performer on set, and Nowar managed to find a handful of wonderful diamonds in the rough here. Al-Sweilhiyeen, who played big brother and protector, Hussein, is like a Jordanian Oscar Isaac, dashing and commanding—a presence that I would have been hard-pressed to believe had never been in another film. His ease in front of the camera, particularly during his playful scenes with Theeb, teaching him to shoot a gun, joshing him and trying to teach him how to be a man, but never belittling him... this gave the film so much heart, not to mention, a sense of impending sadness.



During the opening sequences at the tribal camp, there's one thing you notice first: where are the women? I found it interesting that not only were there no female characters, there were no females present on screen at any time. Apparently, though, it's not for lack of trying. Director Nowar was unable to find women from the Bedouin communities who were willing to appear on camera, and no actresses he could find knew the dialect well enough. An unfortunate intention, to say the least, since a film like this had the potential to explore more of the cultural specifics of the tribe, but without experiencing the female side of things, the entire film is emotionally stunted.

Jacir, who played Theeb, had a tough character to inhabit. While his performance is great, and clearly physically demanding, the conflicts that arise for not only him, but also for the other characters, happen as a result of Theeb's obstinance (and, also more than a little bit... the insolence of the British soldier). While it highlights Theeb's youth and naivete, it's also frustrating to watch as the audience. Throughout the film, Theeb's curiosity gets him in trouble, so he becomes slow-to-react, unsure, and overly hesitant. Nowar creates a dynamic that makes us want to shake him, yell and tell him to run, dammit!, but he doesn't... and the irritation rose in my belly through my chest as I threw my hands in the air in defeat. To say that Nowar managed to make me feel something is probably the understatement of the year. I just don't know whether it's what he wanted me to feel.

Predictability is an issue, as well, particularly when you think about how certain events (Theeb, don't fall in that well!) are set up and slam-dunked so aggressively, it's difficult to not nod along knowingly in lieu of gasping in shock or dismay. This is ever-present, though admittedly, there are some thrilling moments, usually involving a raider that finds himself in need of Theeb's help... more than anything, watching the survival techniques of living in the desert, from people who actually live like this, or are at least familiar with the customs, was simply beautiful and inspiring, so I was left wishing there was more of that to explore.

An aspect of the film that I can't commend enough is the cello-heavy score that catches your attention immediately during the sweeping, Lawrence of Arabia-esque landscape shots in the film's open (fun fact, the two filming locations weren't that far from each other). Composer Jerry Lane incorporates a soaring theme that bookends the story, providing a triumphant, emotional boost to the film and the events that unfold. One of my favorite thematic compositions of the year, hands down. It made my heart sing with happiness.

In foreign language and American films alike, this year has been an incredible one for young actors. The movies may vary in quality and complexity, but these young children (even just these two recently reviewed foreign language films) execute their performances by showcasing huge ranges, taking on complicated protagonist roles and knocking them out of the park. Films like Room and Beasts of No Nation, as well, only serve to prove how we, as critics and audiences, shouldn't overlook these child actors as true leaders and contributors of cinematic achievement. Where would these movies have been without them?

Rating: ★★★½ / 5 stars

Monday, February 8, 2016

Music Mondays: KITTEN "Fall On Me"



Another electrifying romantic anthem from Chloe Chaidez-fronted (and Los Angeles-based) group KITTEN. I've written about them before, reviewing their debut full-length record and even featuring one of their old classics on Music Monday. This time around, they've released a new EP (debuted at their recent show at the Fonda Theater in LA, which I also attended), Heaven or Somewhere in Between. The first single from that album is today's music selection, "Fall on Me," a stunning and soaring electro-pop gem that rivals the best of the 80's and 90's.

There isn't a single thing that KITTEN releases that I'm not eating up with a spoon. I've seen Chloe and her band in concert four times, and considering her affinity for her home city, there will certainly be more opportunities to catch her in LA soon. Have a listen to "Fall on Me," which isn't even available for download yet!

Happy Monday xx

Artist: KITTEN
Song: "Fall on Me" | [download currently unavailable]
Album: Heaven or Somewhere in Between (unavailable for purchase)
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