COWBOYS & ALIENS


Contrived.

The cake mix of cowboy movie must-haves: dirty, gun-toting scoundrels, swigging whiskey, court’n women. Then pour a spittoon-load of current blockbuster must have’s and mix! Make the one woman on set spout feminism while standing for her freedoms naked…because she owns her ill-clad body, doggonit! Have the expressionless hero earn points with the audience by literally petting a dog…er..uh..saving a cat.Don’t forget the daddy issues, aliens with hard outer shells & useless slimy inner belly-hands, cool shooting wrist gadgets, throw backs to the holocaust (to ground it in real life), some one-take one-liners, and a mutual galaxy-wide lust for gold.
If you don’t see this movie, watch the trailer. It’s like the movie, but the content is rich and satisfying.

XMEN: First Class (2011)

First class action. First class casting. First class film.


Action ala mutant powers – though more brutal and tending toward Dark Knight-esque intensity, Matthew Vaughn (director) can boast stunning and persuasive visuals.The 60’s costumes were brilliant and comic book bright. One small leap in detail and this could have been a more accurate, but vastly more distracting period film. Avoiding Austin Powers is a smart move for any serious film. And, this is a serious film.

Audiences appreciate historical consistency, a thread of the known. It feels like a Jeopardy game during a movie – testing your knowledge of historical events while playing with your psyche to stem myth in truth. Tricky, but appreciated by intelligent audiences around the globe. Who knew that the Cuban Missile Crisis was averted by none other than Professor X?
 Fassbender’s Magneto felt often painfully reminiscent of his recent version of Jane Eyre’s beloved. Despite this, however, I feel that he is a tornado of talent – deadly and attractive. McAvoy’s Prof. X roles likeably as a Tumnus through this tale as well. Funny how I’ve forgotten almost all of the other characters. I had such high hopes for Nicholas Hoult who was lovelier as a Beast. Eye of the beholder. Oh, yes, and how could I forget Bacon. Kevin Bacon. Oh! Nazi pig farmers. I get it. Funny. That is all.

TRANSFORMERS 3 Dark of the Moon

Dear Michael Bay,
Your robot action scenes in this latest “opus” were your tour de force.
No, really. You promised metal on metal fight sequences and you truly delivered. That’s one small step for Shia, and one giant Optimus leap for you personally, Mr. Bay. Your budget must have been enormous – no exaggeration. And your cast? Come on! John Malkovich, Frances McDormand, McDreamy, Josh Duhamel, Tyrese – and that little guy from Community and the Hangover movies who is always saying how proud he is to be asian? Shia was no slouch either. You must be doing something right in the big budget movie world. I mean, every junior high boy will most likely start mowing lawns or selling puppies for the chance to see a movie that they will feel like they wrote, like they could have acted in, that they all would have cast the lead girl in. These same boys could grow up in the belief that girls like that actually exist for real. Not to burst bubbles boys, but she is a robot. No, not in the movie. For real. Shia may be the only real person in this flick. I know because he cries seven times. This movie stretches the imagination – it makes us all believe that alien robots exist, that losers can score chicks, that bad writing can be covered over with better and more explosions, and that models can act. It’s all make-believe. Thanks, Michael Bay. Directing robots, it’s your gift.
Sincerely yours,
S.J.P.

SUPER 8 (2011)

In this summer’s surprise smash hit, J.J. Abrams teams with his own hero mentor, Spielberg, to give us a Goonies meets Band of Brothers monster flick.


It’s the recipe for a great film: take a heaping dollop of daddy issues, followed by two generous spoonfuls of 80’s small town in peril, a tablespoon of star-crossed lover scenes (don’t hold back on the eye-contact). Fold in neatly with enough gasp-enducing special effects to keep the wide-eyed curiousity aglow. Bake in quirky, unforgettable characters with sass and style –  knowing that the secret ingredient is the boy, a lovely, likable, unlikely hero of great character, forgiveness, integrity, bravery, and worth. Only he can save the day. Brilliant. Profound. This film makes me want to make movies. I didn’t love the bad language, but when do I?

I believe that art mimics artist when given a life of its own. J.J. Abrams is a filmmaker.

This word is now synonymous with a Wonka-esque dreamer in my mind. One who makes candy from nothing.  Just as Frankenstein’s monster reveals both the cruelty and heartache of his maker, so J.J.’s film shows J.J. himself – as a child dreaming of making movies. Certainly this fiction roots in reality. We write what we know. J.J. is all about the characters, the journey. Please watch J.J. Abram’s Ted Talk on “The Mystery Box.” Recognize with delight that both the first starship on Star Trek (2009) and the prominent gas station in Super 8 are both named for his beloved grandfather Kelvin who bought him his first Super 8 camera.

Super 8 reminded me of a few great life lessons:

On Monsters and aliens – 1) both are dangerous geniuses – light years ahead of us technologically. 2) All aliens, perhaps since E.T., still just want to go home. 3) If it looks like it could eat you, it probably will. 4) Most monsters have a level of empathy, and therefore require it in return.

On Humans – 1) Bad guys are no longer two-dimensional and therefore more cunning. 2) Forgiveness is paramount – the key to freedom.  3) Drugs are bad.  4) Kids CAN save the planet, and, 5) Fathers can be heroes after all.

Happy Summer, one and all!

THOR

Thor. Norse God of Thunder. I’ve never been prouder to be Norwegian. I know now more than ever that I come from a people of stoic grit, of muscle and beauty, of intensely sexy loyalty, and of refreshing strength… of character.

Thank you Kenneth Branagh. I thought you couldn’t top your King Henry the V speech, but I am once again happy to be wrong. You are a monarch of the Shakespearean genre, and now a director hero in my heart. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAvmLDkAgAM

I was shocked by the pleasant blend of decent, believable characters in this smashing story of legend.

Great Mother’s day event for my 100% Norse mama.

NEVER LET ME GO

 Foreboding and fearful. A marriage of beauty and heartbreak.
Never Let Me Go shows unlikely grace as tension lifts the veil of innocence revealing sweetly mingled ashen, somber, inevitability. Clones designed for “completion,” being raised to donate piecemeal organs. A sci-fi thriller was never wrapped in prettier packaging of sunset bows and pale blue hues. Never, since perhaps The King’s Speech, have British accents so beautifully and curiously canvassed a topic of this magnitude.
Performed brilliantly by Carey Mulligan, Sally Hawkins, IzzyMeikle-Small, and Andrew Garfield. The scene on the abandoned boat makes me love Garfield (and gives me hope for the future Spiderman).  This film destroys me. Most shots were framable. Despite the ache in the pit of my stomach, I am wooed by the beauty of this film, by the stark pain, by friendship, by the power of a song, by pity, by love.

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Well done, director Duncan Jones (son of David Bowie). From it’s inception, this film knows it must have a target audience with high expectations. It’s essentially catering to film tourists. Despite the apparent clash, the titan who traverses the continuum through the darkness of one night only to tread the dawn of an uncertain next day, Jake Gyllenhaal heroically sleuths like a true Holmes from moment one without forcibly satisfying the classic need to tell the background details right away. They unfold these truths in tandem with the plot – how refreshing! Exciting, intriguing, and true to code: Sci Fi action at it’s best: See it.

STAR TREK

J.J. Abrams revives the tribute of my lifetime. I had no idea that years of choosing to spend time with my dad in front of what he just affectionately categorized as “Sci-Fi” would turn me into a Trekkie. Sure, I’ve heard of Tribbles, Jean-Luc Picard is my personal Gandalf-esque mentor, and Janeway reminded me of my more feminist professors in my more mind-shaping classes. What of it? It was about the phasers set to stun and the Vulcan mind meld and the hyccup phrasing of Captain Kirk.
Now, however, the crew members of the Starship Enterprise are my age, Starfleet Academy is accepting applications, Bones is attractive, Romulans have a nasty streak, and I want Chris Pine to father my children.

CLASH OF THE TITANS

Today, the epic clash ensued between titans! Greek Gods, demigods, and men battled for the power over and worship of mankind. Liam Neeson (the one I deemed my 2nd Dad after Taken) plays an ever-powerful Zeus, and Ralph Fiennes (an excellent Voldemort and beautifully fascinating creature indeed) is again the antagonist as Hades. Both typecast? Not likely…but commonly cast certainly. Aslan most definately released the kraken today.
Much like the sense of familiarity when smells evoke memory, so somehow my childhood was laced with these adventures and 80’s wonders. Perseus must defeat Medusa, ride the pegasus, and destroy the kraken. I’ve always known this somehow.
It seemed somehow appropriate that this film would come out right before Easter – the day of the resurrection of THE hero – the salvation of the world. The one sent by His Father to save us all. It was interesting that Zeus said in the film, “I will not sacrifice my son for the sake of humanity.” When that is exactly what God did. The legendary superman lives on in echo through characters like Perseus, but we must never equate these to Jesus. The Greek gods were selfish, angry, too like humans.
Yet the Greeks of old constructed temples and made sacrifices to appease these gods. We see the fanatic followers on the screen and laugh because we have forgotten that so much of creation is re-creation – this was religion for so many not so long ago.
I like an epic action flick, so I again donned the 3D’s today to spend a few hours vicariously saving the world. There was no nudity or language, and only black blood. Don’t take little kids, cause they’ll pee the $14 seats. It’s fun, though. Dangerous and fun. Hmm. Two words I associate with God. Call me unique, but I do. Happy Easter, all! Blessings.

HE is risen indeed!

ECLIPSE

Team…uh…Edward? Bella? Jacob…Team, uh, Howard?

So, I did it. Pulled the old bait and switch. TS3 was exiting the theater, and my curiosity pervaded my decision-making centers and pulled me into the next theater in time to see Bryce Dallas Howard in a bare-toothed battle against Robert Pattinson. My sister’s boyfriend calls my action petty larceny. Semantics. I feel that I was the one wronged. I had a skin-glimmer of hope that Oprah was right this time and that this extreme, blood-soaked trilogy was worth its weight. But wait, what’s going on? I stifled the laugh from the back row of the sniffling audience as Taylor welled up all of the sweat that he could muster from his well-read abs. Sadly his best acting occurred beneath CGI fur. And Pattinson showed all fifteen magnum facial expressions as Bella professed that her agitated life force found its belonging in his ways and and in his kind. You know that feeling when you’ve cried so hard you start to laugh? Or throw up. Or that feeling of feeling nothing because you don’t understand the popularity of these three awkward enemies finally finding friendship and love. Wow.

Yes, I’ve opened the book…research. I perused a few chapters. It seems enticing, certainly. I want to understand the fanaticism, and the rare eqinanimous love affair with book and film alike. Perhaps the effect of a ubiquitous media education…and what my mother calls demonic influence.
Dakota Fanning says she really enjoyed the challenge of wearing the red contacts. I’m glad that she and Kristen are friends. Everyone needs friends. The big puzzle for me is Bryce. Bryce, daughter of filmmaker Ron Howard & M. Night’s fav it girl, is an actual actress. She, however, may also have let curiosity damage her hypothalamus.