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  • Tron (1982, USA, Steven Lisbereger) **

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    Tron  (1982)

    I didn't actuly expect Tron to be a good movie, but I did think that it could be a fun movie in a cheesy 80's sense. Unfortanley, the movie is cheesy, it's not cheesy enough to be funny, and the film takes itself way too seriously to be much fun.  Sure, it looks cool, but the complete banalality plot, dialouge and characters make the movie completley uninteresting after the novelty wears off.

    The film was the second of the Disney studio's attempt to cash in on the late 70's/early 80's sci-fi craze (The Black Hole was the first).  I also have a sneaking suspicion that they were also trying to come up with a new Disney World attraction and decided to test the waters with a movie.  In fact, while watchign the film, I thought it might have worked better as an IMAX film or some kind of big formulist art movie instead of its standard action plot.

    If you havn't seen the movie, pause for a second and think of what the plot is.  You're right!  An evil business tycoon (David Warner) has stolen the video games written by Kevin (Jeff Bridges) and made millions off of them.  While investigating, Kevin ends up being trapped inside tycoon's big computer where is captured by what are apparently security protocol files and forced to play track and field events, such as frisbee and lacross.  He escapes and-you know what happens.

    Although character development isn't supposed to be the point in a movie like this, it's so non-existant in Tron that it's almost like a Bresson film, without the ideas of course.  There are some heavy handed religious metaphors- (the prorgrammers are suppost to be God) that are also pointless.  The whole film is so cold and detached that it's rather dull. 

    What really works about the film are the formal elements- the movie does indeed look cool.  Everything set inside the computer except the actors and the frisbees (I mean "memory disks") is early CGI, with a very intersting color scheme.  The sound design and the synthizer score by Wendy Carlos are also very strong. I think that this might have been really cool cineamtic experince if there was no story, maybe just no dialouge- an early 80's meditation on technology and humanity, a la Laurie Anderson.  The near tragedity of this film is that Steven Lisbereger created images that had never seen before by human eyes and wasted them on a standard action plot and says absolutley nothing with it.  Unfortanley, Lisberger was to talented to have completey failed and have made what we really, really wanted to see- a cheesy 80's movie with lots of bad laughs either. 

    Tron (1982)


  • Scarlet Street (1945, USA, Fritz Lang) ****

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    Scarlet Street  (1945)

    The idea behind most noir, as explained wonderfully by my pal Eddie J. Oslan, is "a guy falls for a girl, does something really dumb and gets caught."  That's true in Scarlet Street, another great film from the German master Fritz Lang, but there's a crucial difference- we want the guy to suceed, as what he want is resonable. Watching this movie and seeing the protogonists' mistakes was almost painful, which was offset by the fact that the movie is also very funny.

    Edward G. Robinson stars as Christopher Cross (wipe the smirk off your face, I'm not making any adult comptemporary jokes), a cashier for a big corporation who lives a really hellish life.  He's in a loveless marridge, has no real friends and only finds solace in his hobby, painting (he originally wanted to be an artist).  What makes Chris different from so many other noir characters is that he we feel for him because he has done everything right- he tries to provide for his wife, do a good job at work, and his life still sucks.  He is also fundamentally a nice guy, which is why he attacks a man (Dan Duryea, who I am distantly realted to), with his umbrella when he sees him attacking Kitty (Joan Bennett).  He developes a crush on her, and buys her coffee. Unfortantley, for him, he doesn't know that the man was actually Johnny, her jerky gambler boyfriend, and that Kitty is a prostitute.  Unfortinatley for them, they belevie he is a rich and famous painter with lots of money to be swindled out of.  This is not the first time there will be a criss cross....

    Scarlet Street is an unofficial remake of Jean Renrior's 1931 social satire The Bitch (La Chien), which I have not seen, so I cannot make a comparison. The production history of remake is iteresting, it was in development at Paramount for years, always with Ernst Lubtisch attached as director.  Finally, the film ended up being made independantly with Lang (who had complete creative autonomy, the only time in his American career).  Interestingly, Lang saw Renroir's version only once, upon it's original release, and made most of the remake from memory.  The movie is distinctly Lang from beginning to end (we even get his trademark montage of stylized close-ups). 

    The movie is so brillantly directed I don't where to begin.  Lang manages to turn a plot which in the hands of any other director of the day (well, maybe not Welles) would have seemed redicoulously plot-driven and implausable and makes it believable and self-reflexivley funny at the same time.  There are legitamate reasons why every character believes the stupid things they do, we laugh at Chris's guillibilty even as we are rooting for him to get wise to the sitution.  Edward G. Robinson does a lot to add a certin dignity and pathos to Chris, his life sucks because of circumstance, not because of unusually bad choices.  The screenplay by Dudley Nichols (supervised by Lang) is excellent as well. 

    This is the best noir I've seen- and I have seen both The Maltese Falcon and Double Indemnity.  That statement ought to suffice as a final paragraph.

    Scarlet Street (1945)


  • Klute (1971, USA, Alan J. Pakula) ***

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    For a long time, I thought that Klute was going to be one of the greatest thrillers that I had ever seen.  By the end, I was bored and wanted the movie to be over.  This could have been a masterpeice with some judicious editing.

    The movie is brillantly concieved, with the most psychologically three-deminsional characters you'll find in a movie of its type.  There are two protagonists: John Klute (Donald Sutherland) a conservative PI who is hired to find his friend Tom (Robert Milli), who has vanished mysteriously, and Bree Daniels (Jane Fonda) a world weary prostitute who holds the only clues.  Bree is an aspiring actress and sort of enjoys being a prostitute, because it allows her much needed control.  The movie works for a long time because Pakula (who directed the masterpiece Sophie's Choice and the excellent The Pelican Brief) creates a detached, cerebral tone, which is probably similer to how Klute looks at the world.   Pakula also establishes an interesting dynamic and relationship betwen Klute and Bree -Klute always says exactly what he means and just solve the case, Bree is always acting and trying to be clever. 

    Spoilers ahead!  The movie began to lost me when a compleatly predictable thing happens- Klute and Bree sleep together, and then Bree actually begins to fall for Klute, and vice-versa.  Although I belevied that this is something the characters might do, I think a more interesting dramatic idea would have been for Klute to resist Bree's charms and for Bree to fall for him due to his morality and stabilty.  I didn't really beleive the end, where the couple go off together- I can see why Bree is attracted to Klute, but what does Klute have for Bree, beyond the physical?  Furthermore, the love story is actually rather boring and kills of a lot interest and suspense Paukla has been carefully building up.  There is nothing in these scenes you havn't seen in a million times in other movies.

    Also, I should note that Jane Fonda is excellent as Bree (she won an Oscar).  Since Bree is always acting, we could be confused as to her actual motives by a lesser actress, but Fonda subtley shows us when she is really saying what she means, or when she is lying, even to herself.  Although he has an easier role, Donald Sutherland is very good as well, giving an appropriatley bare-bones performance. 

    I am giving the movie a mild reccomendation, mainly for the first forty five minuets and a few intersting scenes after that.  But this was a major blown oppurtinity-somebody needed to tell Pakula to throw out what didn't work and keep was great, which was amazing.  What's left is an amalgamation of the mediorcre and the brillant, a movie that is banal at one moment and facinating the next.  Oh, if someone had only taken out those unecessary thirty minuets.

    Klute (1971)


  • Art School Confidential (2006, USA, Terry Zwigoff) ***1/2

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    Is there a difference between being a great artist or just having everyone thing you are?  I had never thought about that, the central issue of the new comedy from the bitterly funny Terry Zwigoff.  The film isn't quite as funny or as consistant as his two previous films (Ghost World and Bad Santa), but it makes some profound points about the nature of art.

    Jerome Platz (Max Minghella) is a moderatley talented freshman art student who has won admission to Swarthmore University, a prestigious art school in New York City.  Like all incoming freshman, Jerome is miserable- his parents think he's gay (because he's artistic), his roomates are weird, his classmates are talentless, his proffesor's don't really care, and he wants to have sex really, really badly.  Even worse, he only wants to have sex with someone he loves- which further causes people to think he's gay.  An amazingly thing happens when Audrey (Sophia Myles), the nude model in his drawing class, actual shows interest in his work and they begin a relationship.  What seems to be a kind of miracle is threatend when the only normal art school student at Swarthmore, Jonah (Matt Keeslar), produces incompetant work that is misinterpreted as conceptual and amazing.  Oh, and by the way, there's also a serial killer randomly picking off students at the university.

    One of the most entertaining parts of the movie is that it knows what art classes are like, as well as the type of people who attend them- the stupid, mindless liberalism (as compared to the intelligent liberalism of film students), the drooling at conceptual work, the sensitivie people who cry if you say the slightest bad thing about their paintings.  At the end of the film (no spoiler, keep reading) we see an art show, and it was somewhat stunning how similer it looked to a show that I had just been in. 

    In the introduction, I said that this movie is not as consistant as Zwigoff's previous works, and that's true- unlike most stucturally flawed movies, which either have a bad first or third act, this movie has a bad second act.  The middle of the film (most of which is concerns the serial killer subplot) comes out of nowhere and looses a comparison with the art school stuff.  Although I liked where the film ends up, I did not like how it got there.

    The true strenght in the film lies in its ideas and how it presents.  Jerome says he wants to be a great artists, but the film and the proffesors are unsure about whether this means producing brillaint work "That amazing moment of conception" as poor, bitter middle-aged artist (Jim Broadbent) calls it, or whether it is just having everyone call you a genius, make a lot of money, and be on the cover of magazines.  Perhaps, I thought, walking out of the movie, there's no difference at all.

    Art School Confidential (2006)


  • A Passage to India (1984, Great Britain, Sir David Lean) ****

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    Although it wasn't intended as his last film, A Passage to India allows David Lean to go out with a bang.  This the sort of big film that should really a summer block buster- an intelligent, beautiful and perfectally acted epic.

    Based on the novel by E.M. Forester (which is often considered to be one of the greatest of the 20th century, and I am ashmed to save I have not read), this was one of the first movie I had seen in a long time where I genuinley did not know what was going to happen next.  There are not twists in the thriller sense, but like life, the movie often goes in a direction that we do not expect.  For that reason, I will not describe much of the plot, and I feel that the less you know going into the film, the better.

    Set in India (duh) during the British rule of the 1920's, the movie is really an ensamble piece. The main plot revolves around the nominal protagonist, Dr. Ahmed Aziz (Victor Banerjee).  By a strange happenstance, Dr. Aziz befriends the elderly Mrs. Moore (Dame Peggy Ashcroft, who won an Oscar for her performance), as well as her future daughter-in-law Miss Quested (Judy Davis).  Their relationship plays out among the backdrop of political uphevil against the British rule in India, with a lot racisim against the native people from their occupiers.

    All of the familer epic Lean elements are here.  An historical subject, great photography and art direction, a Maurice Jarre score, and lots of trains.  Unlike virtually most directors of epics, Lean was able to make his movie an intellectual experince as well as a visual one.  His super-spectacles cost millions upon millions, yet he never sold out to the lowest common demonator.  In fact, I would probably say that this is his smartest film (with maybe Great Expectations coming close).  The movie lacks the romanticism of Doctor Zhivago and the spirituality of Lawrence of Arabia, but in its place is his most firmly political arguments.  It's a pretty strong commendation of British imperalism, although it never resorts to presenting the argument as an after school special.

    So see this movie. Like all Lean epics, the same rule of thumb applies- see it on as big a screen as a possible, with a good quality sound system, and take a passge into history.

    A Passage to India (1984)


  • The Grim Reaper (1962, Italy, Bernardo Bertolucci) **1/2

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    "Wow, that was really a mess!", accuratley proclamed my friend Kristen  when we finished watching The Grim Reaper, the first film from the famed Italian Bertolucci.  It kind of says something when the movie's title has almost nothing to do with the rest film, and ends with quote apparently selected at random.

    The plot is pretty pedestrian, despite the fact it was written Pier Paolo Passolini.  A Roman prostitute was murdered and we a set of four flashbacks, each recounting what a suspect was doing at the time of the crime.  Some are much more interestign than the others (The Goddard-segement involving a  group of teenagers attempting to impress some young females was my favorite).  But even the best segment is only passable, there is nothing really out of the ordinary in any of them.  When the real killer is revelaed, nobody cared.

    Where the movie really shines is in some really magnificent photography.  This is one of the best photographed movies of the 60's. Apparently influenced by the French New Wave, the cinematography is absolutley gorgeous.  The music is very strong as well, although Bertolucci uses the same guitar piece over and over again. 

    As a narrative film, The Grim Reaper is total failure, but as a cinematic experince, it's pretty decent. It is impressive that Bertolucci had such a strong visual style at such a young age (Bertolucci was only 21 when he directed it), but he clearly hadn't yet learned to integrate the visuals with the narrative into a holistic experince. As such, the film is all style and no substance.  Sometimes that can be great and become trancendant (Coppola's The Cotton Club) but not here.  Hey, at least Bertolucci had plenty of time to improve.


 

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