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  • A Petition to Stop Lucas!

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    written by: Henry Gilroy, Steven Melching, Scott Murphy (screenplay) & George Lucas (story)
    produced by: George Lucas & Catherine Winder
    directed by: Dave Filoni
     
    rated PG (for sci-fi action violence throughout, brief language and momentary smoking)
    1 hr. 38 min.
     
     
     
    I took my 8 year-old nephew to see this movie opening weekend and one of us had fun. As we sat in the large, barely-filled theater, I looked upon him in my sleepy haze of boredom and noticed how entranced he was at the intergalactic fantasia before us. I was saddened though. I wished more than anything that it was the summer of 1977 again and my dear nephew could witness the sheer wonder of the introduction to a world that shaped my childhood in a most amazing way. Alas, that is impossible. There is no way to physically and as in the case with this film, cinematically recapture that initial experience. Creator George Lucas couldn't do it with his prequel trilogy and he's proved once again that he cannot deliver the magic of the original trilogy in this animated form.....nor can he let go.
     
    I'll try to describe this formulaic story here with it's plot contrivances, lazy expositions and inane characters but I gotta tell you....I fell asleep a couple times. That's right. And I never fall asleep in a movie theater! Ever! Sure, it was boring but bottom line (except for a handful of scenes) it just didn't hold my interest. I just had to put that out there in case I miss a few things as I tell the story. The film opens with a lazy intro, gone is the dramatic opening crawl of the yellow letters we are used to seeing in the other theatrical releases. Instead we get a "the story so far" voice narration panning several scenes in an effort to throw us into the raging Clone Wars spread across the galaxy.
     
     
    Padawan learner Ahoska and Jedi mentor Anakin Skywalker in Warner Bros. Pictures' Star Wars: The Clone Wars
     
     
    Word is out across the universe that the kidnapping of Jabba the Hutt's infant son Rotta presents a new problem for the Galactic Republic. The Jedi Council take Anakin Skywalker (voiced by Matt Lanter) and Obi-Wan Kenobi (James Arnold Taylor) out of battle and assign them the mission to return the baby Hutt to Jabba in order to ensure good standing with the gangster, so critical space routes can be available. The Jedi are accompanied by a padawan (that's a Jedi intern) young Ahsoka Tano (Ashley Eckstein), who is given to Anakin despite his disapproval. As in the prequels, we see Yoda divvy out responsibilities in an effort to tell the audience who's gonna go where and why. Obi-Wan is sent off to thwart Count Dooku's (Christopher Lee earning a paycheck) evil schemes on Tatooine while Anakin (still petulant and whiny) and Ashoka (green and eager) are left in charge of the smelly little Hutt-let, eager to return the child to Tatooine safely before Jabba sides with the Separatists and the war plunges further into chaos.
     
    Of course, there are some other familiar supporting Star Wars characters present here but none are ever really given much to do. Mace Windu (Samuel L. Jackson) hangs with Yoda and nods his head, Artoo shows off  his usual "save the day" action while assisting Anakin, and Senator Amidala (Catherine Taber) encounters Jabba's uncle, the effeminate Ziro the Hutt on the wrong side of Coruscant in an effort to assist the Jedi. Ziro sounds like Truman Capote and is clearly a gay stereotype that makes what Jar Jar Binks represented to the island of Jamaica look subtle by comparison. He's right up there with the lamest Star Wars characters ever created. Thank you very little, Mr. Lucas!
     
     
    Captain Rex and Obi-Wan Kenobi in Warner Bros. Pictures' Star Wars: The Clone Wars
     
     
    This all takes place between the last two live-action prequels, Episode II and III and the problem with that is....who cares? There's already two excellent volumes of Clone Wars stories with superior quality animation by Genndy Tartakowsky, so why in the world would we need more filler? Anyone who's seen the prequel trilogy knows the date of these characters from The Clone Wars, so why bother? There's just no real drama here cuz we know the future. Does it really matter that Anakin Skywalker has a lightsaber duel with Count Dooku when we already know what happens in Episode III? No. It's just an excuse to give the kiddies something to "Ooooo" and "Ahhhhh" over.
     
    Now, the film does have a few impressive actions scenes, the most notable of which is a vertical assault on a cliff-side fortress. This allows for the Jedi characters to do something besides repetitively slice ineffective battledroids. The visuals are unique here as the large AT-TE walkers climb up the cliff. Another impressive scene features Anakin piloting a clunker of a ship around a Republic Cruiser while being pursued by enemy ships.  Still, if these scenes are the highlight of a Star Wars film, that's just sad.
     
    No matter what way you flip it, Anakin Skywalker was a selfish brat who gave into fear and anger while The Jedi Council were just too dumb, gullible or limited to know how to deal with him. So, I'm tired of seeing him as a hero cuz he just doesn't cut it for me. You can show yourself a hero in action but if your heart ain't in it and you're not doing it for the sake of others, then forget about it. Yes, he redeemed himself in Episode VI, but all through the prequels he remained unfaithful to the Jedi Order and while that's another topic entirely it does support why I cannot sit here and root for a guy who will go on to destroy anything good and of value.
     
    It's quite obvious to me who this movie was for. All I had to do was turn to the right of me and see my lil nephew's gaping mouth. It's too bad Lucas has to polarize the now thirty-something fans of the Star Wars universe who remember themselves sitting in the theater just like my nephew. Time does that I suppose, you can never go back and all that but I was hoping to live vicariously through another youth.  I don't like what's being done with the universe I grew up not to mention the writing and style of animation is luke (pun intended) warm at best. That's not to say that "The Clone Wars" cannot be enjoyed, just not by me. Of course, in the twilight of the summer movie season,  there are worse alternatives out there at the local multiplex but I would suggest skipping the theater altogether (gasp!) and spoiling the child on a heavy helping of  ice cream.

  • Shaken Bond causes a Stir

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    written by: Neal Purvis, Robert Wade, Paul Haggis & Joshua Zetumer (uncredited)
    produced by: Michael G. Wilson & Barbara Broccoli
    directed by: Marc Forster
     
     
    When I heard that the Bond producers had signed on director Marc Forster I immediately smiled with anticipation. I had hopes that what had exellently begun in 2006's "Casino Royale" could now be continued by a stylish, genre-skipping director with indie chops. I smiled again when it was revealed that this was the first Bond film that is a direct sequel, taking place right after the events of the last film. It only made sense to continue a story that has created a new Bond universe, free from forty years of continuity yet left the viewer with some unanswered questions. While I did have my hopes up, I also knew that this was a different director and there would be no way to duplicate the feel of the previous film's new direction.
     
    James Bond (Daniel Craig) is back, in fact he's only been gone a half hour or so. We're immediately thrust into the action, trying to catch up with a fast and furious 007 speeding through traffic in Italy. Bond wastes no time dispensing his gun-toting pursuers from Lake Garda to Siena, with the captured/injured Mr. White (Jesper Christianson) in the trunk of his car. He ends his brutal swath of destruction by dropping off his battered captive at the heel's of his frustrated boss, M, in order to begin his interrogation.
     
    Bond's goal in this film is to learn more about Quantum, the evil organization behind the death of his love, Vesper Lynd and uncover what their nefarious global plans are. It would appear they are everywhere and they are one step ahead of MI6. So much in fact, that the interrogation is interrupted by the betrayal of M's bodyguard Mitchell (Glenn Foster) who attacks her, allowing Mr. White to escape. An adrenalized chase ensues as Bond pursues Mitchell through the tunnels and across the rooftops of Siena, amid the crowd assembled for the Palio di Siena. He winds up killing him (much to M's disaproval) leaving forensics to find intel typing him to a contact in Haiti.
     
     
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    Like every Bond film, we are now off to another country yet unlike any pre-Craig entry there is no time for sight-seeing here. This Bond is on a mission. He's like a bull in a china shop with cat-like agility as he takes out Slate (Neil Jackson), his intended target in a bloody tactile mess. Since his encounter with Slate didn't provide any useful information, Bond poses as his victim which leads him to a briefcase and an unexpected ride from a beautiful Russian-Bolivian woman named Camille Montes. They both discover that she has been targeted for termination by her supposed lover, Dominic Greene (Mathieu Amalric) the chairman of ecological organization Greene Planet and a member of Quantum. She kicks him outta the car thinking he's the hitman, but Bond pursues her by motorcycle to a dock warehouse and spies on her as she meets with Greene.
     
    Greene is a smarmy, effete eco-terrorist villian, in love with himself while showing little regard for anyone or thing but his own agenda. He awaits the arrival of  Bolivian General Medrano (Joaquín Cosío), a man Camille has worked her whole life to meet and kill since he murdered her entire family when she was a girl. Greene is helping the exiled general get back into power, in return for support of his organization. In doing so, he hands Camille over to Medrano to do with what he will. What does Greene get out of all this? A seemingly barren piece of desert land. 

    Bond rescues her in an exihilarating motorcycle/boat chase but finds out Camille's not too grateful for his intervention. After making sure an unconscious Camille is in good hands, Bond follows Greene to a private jet, which flies to Austria. His flight is accompanied by CIA agents Gregg Beam (David Harbour) and Felix Leiter. Beam offers U.S. support of the overthrow in return for Bolivian oil, which he believes Greene to have discovered. In return, Greene requests that the CIA eliminate Bond's interference. Beam agrees, despite Leiter's unspoken disapproval.

    Meanwhile, on the Austrian shore of Lake Constance near Bregenz, members of Quantum (including Greene and White) gather at a floating performance of Puccini's opera Tosca. They're holding a covert conference via concealed earpiecest to finalize plans for their Tierra Project. Among the talking heads is Guy Haines (Paul Ritter), an advisor of the British Prime Minister. In a clevr and humorous scene, Bond obtains an earpiece and disrupts the meeting, and then takes photos of various Quantum members as they flee the theater. As Greene abruptly departs from the opera with his entourage, he is intercepted by Bond in a standoff. A gunfight ensues with Quantum goons in a restaurant that carries over onto a rooftop where Bond confronts Haines' bodyguard, who is subsequently killed by Greene's goon.
     
     
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    M is furious with Bond's activities at the opera and revokes his passports and credit cards. She demands that he return to London, on learning of the bodyguard's death, frustrated that there is no one to interrogate. Undeterred, Bond instead travels to Italy by boat, where he reunites with his old ally René Mathis (Giancarlo Giannini). Mathis is reluctant to help due to what transpired with the Le Chiffre incident, but Bond persuades the retired agent (once stationed in Bolivia) to accompany him to La Paz. They are greeted at the airport by Strawberry Fields (Gemma Arterton), an MI6 field operative from the British Consulate. Fields demands that Bond return to the UK on the next available flight, but he disobeys and they both wind up in his hotel suite bed. Mathis pulls some strings and gets them into a Quantum fundraiser that night held by Greene, where Bond runs into Camille again. When Bond and Camille leave together, but are pulled over by the Bolivian police. They order Bond to open the trunk of his vehicle to reveal a bloodied Mathis. As Bond helps Mathis out, the policemen open fire, killing Mathis. Bond disarms and kills the policemen and comforts the dying Mathis, who asks Bond to forgive Vesper Lynd.
     
    Bond and Camille make it to the location of Greene's suspected land acquisition, surveying the area in a Douglas DC-3 propeller plane. Suddenly they are intercepted and shot down by an Aermacchi SF-260 fighter and a Bell UH-1 helicopter. They barely escape from the crippled plane by parachuting into a sinkhole below. As they escape the cave, Bond and Camille learn that Greene's Tierra Project involves water, not oil. Quantum is blockading Bolivia's supply of fresh water, normally flowing in underground rivers, by damming it into hidden reservoirs beneath the desert. During this short down time, Bond also learns that Camille's family was raped and murdered by Medrano and that is why she seeks revenge.
     
    After these discoveries, they return to La Paz, where Bond meets M and discovers  Quantum murdered Fields by drowning her in oil. M orders Bond to disarm and end his activities in Bolivia, but he escapes by overpowering the MI6 operatives in a hotel elevator. As he makes his escape, he tells M he's not finished with his operation.
     
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    Once again, Bond turns to a trusted ally in Felix Leiter (Jeffrey Wright) at a local bar, who advises that the CIA is now after him. Leiter discloses the location where Greene and Medrano will meet and gives Bond enough time to flee from American forces when they arrive. Bond and Camille make their way go to a hydrogen-powered eco-hotel in the Bolivian desert, where Greene and Medrano are finalizing their plans. As the various parties depart, Bond attacks and kills the departing Colonel of Police (Fernando Guillén Cuervo) for betraying Mathis, setting off a chain of explosions when a hydrogen fuel tank is hit by an out of control vehicle. Camille makes her way to Medrano and manages to kill him while Bond captures Greene after a vicious fight amid the deteriorating hotel.
     
    After interrogating him, he leaves Greene stranded in the middle of the desert with only a can of motor oil. Bond drives Camille to a train station, where they kiss before she departs. They both know it's not a romantic exchange, moreso one of gratitude as Camille is aware Bond's heart belongs to someone else. With this in mind, Bond knows he still has one last lead to follow.
     
    Bond arrives in Kazan, Russia, where he confronts Vesper Lynd's former lover, Yusef Kabira. Turns out Yusef (Simon Kassianides) is a member of Quantum with the job of seducing high-ranking women who have valuable connections. He gets them to give up government assets as ransom for himself by staging fake kidnappings where he is supposedly held hostage. Bond catches him at Yusef's apartment, attempting to do the same with Canadian agent Corinne Venneau (Stana Katic), even giving her the same kind of necklace he gave Vesper. Bond tells Corinne about Vesper and advises her to hit the road and alert the Canadian Security Intelligence Service. Bond leaves Yusef's apartment and is met by M who is surprised that Bond did not kill Yusef, but rather left him alive for questioning.
     
    M (Judi Dench) reveals that Leiter has been promoted at the CIA to replace Beam. News that Bond is cotnent with. He also tells him that Greene was found in the desert, shot in the head twice with motor oil found in his stomach. Bond doesn't volunteer any information on Greene, but tells M that she was right about Vesper. M then tells Bond that MI6 needs him and fully reinstates him as an agent, to which he replied, "I never left," and then walks off into the cold night. As he leaves, Bond drops Vesper's necklace in the snow.
     
    I'll be so bold to say that for the first time Ian Fleming's James Bond is accurately portrayed on screen by the piercing Daniel Craig. If you've read the novels, you'll know that the charming spy was never described as gorgeous or cracking one-liners. Sure, he's charming but he's first and foremost a man about his duty, a cold killer and a stubbornly resilient one at that. Craig has this down. He's so good at exuding a cragginess on the outside while internally simmering that you can't even imagine him playing with puns like Roger Moore did. Craig won me over in the previous film and simply confirms he ownss Bond in this film.
     
    Composer David Arnold returns to score the franchise for the fifth time and he does an excellent job. Combining the classic Bond them with music indigenous to locales such as Haiti as he also includes some of Alicia Key's piano heard in her song with Jack White Another Way to Die that played during the traditional opening credits.  
     
    There are some flaws with this film but for me not as many as the critics would have you believe.  As I mentioned, it helps to see this as a direct sequel and not a stand alone story like we're used to. It also helps to understand this is who Bond is. He's not Jason Bourne as everyone is whining on about. I understand the comparison but Craig is utililizing the same physicality here that he brought to the role in "Casino Royale". This film suffered from being the shortest Bond entry yet. It would have been good to flesh out more of the Quantum organization or maybe even the character of Camille (although I'll admit Kurlyenko is kind of a bore) but that may have been for the better. It gives them more material to work with later. After all, Craig has signed for three more films.
     
    It would be impossible to live up to "Casino Royale" which is actually the highest grossing Bond film ever. Forster knews what he had to live up to and all the expectation of a sequel. Still, he makes his own film instead of copying anything done in the last film. I can respect that. While he's not known for being an "action director" he does a good job at combining the action scenes with a parallel plot point, holding your attention even more. Forster does a great job bringing closure to this whole Bond/Vesper story. Bond can still pursue Quantum in the next film but and maybe even start to grow into that gadget-weilding, womanizing spy everyone is used to. Maybe in time viewers will come to understand that it took these two films to make a return to the Bond they know possible.

  • Compelling Immigrant Song

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    This documentary chronicles the courageous journey of three young Southern Sudanese men, John Dau, Daniel Pach and Panther Bior, to the United States where they strive for a brighter future.
     
    Along with 27,000 other young boys in the early 1980s known as "The Lost Boys of Sudan", they had walked a thousand miles barefoot through harsh terrain to escape the twenty-two year civil war that pitted the Sudanese government against the Sudan People's Liberation Movement/Army. They made it to a camp in Ethiopia where they lived for three years in hopes of returning to Sudan but then additional violence forced them to make yet another arduous trek to escape Ethiopia. During the five years they walked in search of safety, thousands died from starvation, dehydration, bomb raids and genocidal murder.
     
    Finally, with their number dwindled down to 12,000, they found relative safety in Kenya’s Kakuma refugee camp. While the refugee camp was their physical home away from Sudan, their real home become what they had nurtured in their hearts. Already forced into a makeshift family, these boys formed what they called Parliament, a gathering group where they can tell stories, encourage one another and share their hearts. They were inevitably brought together after years of children burying children, feeding sick brothers that could no longer move and watching their peers drop dead. These memories are brought to life as the three boys, now men, remember the harrowing events which brought them to the States.
     
    John, Daniel and Panther along with 3,600 boys were invited by the United States to live in America in 2001. Through sponsorship from Catholic Charities International, the three boys had their lives once again changed dramatically as they left their brotherhood to the unknown. We see their first encounter with electricity and the modern conveniences we are so used to as they step onto the airplane that will take them to Europe then to New York City. When John hears the captain speaking from the overhead intercom he wonders where "that voice is coming from?", this is just one of many humorous fish-out-water moments.
     
    The three young men were assigned specific American cities in which they will reside, John settles in Syracuse, N.Y. while Panther and Daniel arrive in Pittsburgh. They are given a tour of their apartments (a world which they were unfamiliar with) so they know how to operate: a light switch, a trash can, a shower, a refrigerator and an alarm clock. Their guide stresses the later device because, "In America, time is money." Work is one of the many things they have to get use to as they come to find it consumes the majority of their days. Yet, they have no problem working since their family and friends are always on their hearts. They put money aside to send back to their camp in Kenya as well as any family they've been able to find. At one point, John postpones his plans for school to work a third job when he finds that his family is alive and not-so well in Uganda.  
     
    The film continues to show how these "Lost Boys" have to adapt to the shock of being thrust into an economically intense culture. I didn't mind at all seeing how they have to learn new customs, adapt to new and strange foods, cope with the ordeal of getting, and keeping a job, or multiple jobs, while never forgetting who they are and where they're from. I just felt like at times the director took to much time on this, rather than the more interesting response of the white folks who would often stare at them in curious fear. It's during these times that an American viewer cannot help but examine his/her own lifestyle and culture.
     
    I was continuously impressed at the commendable resilience these men displayed. Sure, they would deal with loneliness and guilt but never once did I hear them express anger with the inequality they observed both in Africa and in the States. “It’s not in their nature," the narrator calmly explains."which is uniquely ‘Dinka’. They are not judgmental.” That in and of itself, is quite a unique trait and makes the lives of these men all the more impressive.
     
    The film was produced, written and directed by Christopher Quinn and co-directed by Tommy Walker. It wasn't until the help of actors Catherine Keener and Dermot Mulroney executive produced by Brad Pitt and narrated by Nicole Kidman. The title of the documentary is a quote from the tall, charismatic John Dau discussing the despair he and other Sudanese felt during their civil war plight.

  • An Artful Codger

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    Gran Torino  (2008)

    written by: Nick Schenk (screenplay/story) & Dave Johannson
    produced & directed by: Clint Eastwood
     
    rated R (for language throughout and some violence)
    1 hr. 56 min.
     
     
     
    If it wasn't for iconic characters like The Man With No Name and Dirty Harry, there would be no way to take Clint Eastwood's latest acting role seriously. One of the more resonating characteristics of these gun-toting, take-no-crap personas is the way in which they resolve their problems with a blast of gunfire and a resoluting wisecrack, while walking away without a second thought. Many of us wish at times that we could get away with that behavior, so does racist Korean War vet, Walt Kowalski. Retired after 50 years from the local Detroit Ford plant and recently widowed, Walt grumbles and growls his days away as he nurses his perfectly-manicured postage stamp of a lawn in his well-maintained, picket-white fenced home.
     
    Walt is that old goat who looks around at his world and wonders how things have gotten the way they are. His selfish and chubby Midwest sons, busy with their careers, have alienated themselves (most likely due to his cold gruffness) as they plot out how to get Walt into a senior home. He groans at his grandkids with their piercings and blackberrys but also at the persistant Father Janovich (Christopher Carley) from his wife's church. Walt doesn't care for the baby-faced padre who promised his wife that he'd get him to confession. It would seem Walt cares only for a handful of things at this stage in his life: his Lab retriever Daisy, his M1 rifle from the war, and his mint condition 1972 Gran Torino, a symbol of days long gone. Walt finds himself as lost and without a place as the company he used to work for.
     
    What gets under Walt's skin the most though is the noticeable influx of Asian Hmong immigrants he finds himself surrounded by in what used to be a blue-collared neighborhood.  No country for this old man, indeed!  Eastwood plays up Walt's disdain to the hilt but we can't despise him because we realize he's cut from a different time period. While there's no excuse for his abrasive racism, you can't help but respect who he is and that's a tribute to the actor who's playin' this worn-down character.  With all this build up, it's obvious that Walt is destined to get a serious thawing.
     
     

    Clint Eastwood, Gran Torino

     

     

     

    That comes in the form of the neighbor teen, Tao (Bee Vang) who tries to steal Walt's beloved vehicle in a gang initiation stunt. He thwarts the freshman thief but this encounter just catapults the inevitable. The botched theft  is what brings a livid Walt rifle-first into the Hmong neighbors as he winds up breaking up a gang fight on his front lawn.  Inadvertantly scaring off the gangbangers, Walt unintentionally winds up saving Tao and his family from further violence. All he wanted was them to stay off his well-kept lawn. What follows is an outpouring of gratitiude from the Hmong family and as punishment for his actions, Tao is made to work for Walt (though it's unclear who this is punishment for) in order to restore honor to the family.

    Tao's older, plucky sister, Sue (Ahney Her) starts to wear down Walt's calcified heart as she becomes his introduction to her family which finds him coming to terms with the Hmong culture. Through his encounters with the various generations, he starts to see that he is a haunted man, empty and without peace. A man who hides behind any racial epithet possible without any possibility of anyone really getting to know who he is. Walt is soon won over by Hmong traditions, befriending Thao with hopes to teach him some self-respect before the gang activity worsens. But he sees there isn't much hope or future for Tao and his family and is compelled to intervene, driving away local gang members and earning the respect of the Hmong community.  

     

       

    For Walt, defending the defenseless is a form of atonement and an act of contrition. The killings in Korea still effect him, as he tells Tao, "I used to stash guys like you five fet high in Korea. Used 'em for sandbags," which only confirms that some resolve is needed. He now has a reason to do away with his bitterness and protect these kids against anyone who would do them harm. Yet unlike the typical Eastwood vengeance flick we're used to, this is as much in line with Will Munny (from "Unforgiven") in that there is a price one must pay when violence is used. Esatwood knows it would be plain stupid at his age to have Walt decimate the gangs in the hood. Instead, we're given an emotional resonance that becomes enthematic for the entire film. There's a final validation here for Walt which gives the viewer a rewarding cinematic experience.
     
    Eastwood successfully culminates all the tough-guy characters he's known for into Walt Kowalski, an incorrigible soul who has to deal with issues of life, death, racism and salvation. While it may not be his best performance it certainly is one of his more ballsy ones. Is it a perfect script? No, not really. Are there flaws? Some. It's not a scholastic take on race relations, but newcomer Schnek understands the venomous mentality of men like Walt, who live and breathe outdated American values, only to find their faith rewarded by the degeneration of respect in the youth and the rise of foreign perspectives in their own backyard. I appreciated the fact that Eastwood used primarily first-time Hmong and Asian actors. It lended an added authenticity and naturalness to the characters that at time is jarringly noticeable but a welcome surprise nonetheless.  
     
    Like many of his smaller films (Million Dollar Baby) there's an exacted simplicity that is to be commended here. A easy-going yet purposeful filmmaking style that is long gone. At 78 years, Clint has no peer. No one else can do what he does, making him the best there is at what he does. If this is to be Eastwood's swan song as an actor (gasp!) then this is quite appropriate.  For anyone who enjoys Clint's acting, his humor, his honesty and craftsmanship as a director....this is a must see.
     
     

  • Stallone should be proud!

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    Son of Rambow  (2007)

    rated PG-13 for  violence and reckless behavior.
    1 hr. 35 min.
     
    written & directed by: Garth Jennings
    produced by: Nick Goldsmith
     
     
     
    Watching writer/director Garth Jennings new film, I couldn't help but recall the wonder and excitement I felt the first time I devoured the movies that shaped my childhood. Leaving the movie theater as a wee lad, I remember feeling as if there was no end to the movie I had just seen. It continued on in my mind, living inside me as the characters embodied my actions. I believed wholeheartedly that I could pilot a "piece of junk" through outer space with a wookie as my copilot or that I could crack a whip in search of the lost Ark. If that sounds familiar to you then this lovable film will bring you back to that time with a smile on your face and maybe even a tear in your eye.
     
    The film takes place just outside of England in 1982, right around the time Stallone's socially-challenged Vietnam vet was introduced to cinemas. It is indeed the movie "First Blood" that brings two young boys together in an unlikely friendship. Unlikely because they are worlds apart despite living in the same town. Will Proudfoot (Bill Milner) is an introverted loner who takes refuge in drawing up an entire book of colorful stories. He lives with his mother, younger sister and grandmother who are all part of the Plymouth Brethren, a religious sect that shuns worldliness, secular music, TV and movies. Then there's freckled Lee Carter (Will Poulter), the thieving, charismatic troublemaker at Will's school. His teachers call him "the devil child" and yes he is a hellion but right away we see that he is just as endearing as Will. He lives with his much-older brother, Lawrence (Ed Westwick), unchecked and on their own while his mother lives in Spain with their stepdad. A situation ripe with mischief.
     
     
    Will Poulter and Bill Milner in Paramount Vantage's Son of Rambow
     
     
    Lee runs a video piracy business at home for his brother and has secretly decided to make a home movie himself. His goal: to make it the best ever and enter it into the local young filmmaker's contest. Lee finds an awe-struck ally in the imaginative Will, who is soon recruited by Lee to be his stunt double for an action movie he is making. Once Will sees his first ever movie over at Lee's place, a pirated copy of "First Blood" well, it's all over! He becomes obsessed with all things Rambo! He imagines himself as the "Son of Rambow" (stay till the end of the credits for a funny audio clip about the title) and enthusiastically immerses himself in the character...literally. We see Will jump from heights, fall from a tree and swing into a lake all for the sake of the art. Both boys develop an indelible bond as they become amateur cinematic collaborators.
     
    But this wouldn't be the hilarious, touching and joyous film that it is if all went well for our boys. When a busload of French exchange students are dropped off at their school, pretty boy, Didier (Jules Sitruk) enters the scene. He captivates the uniformed girls and boys with his black leather, red boots and his new wave music but provides a driving wedge between the boys when he practically takes over production. Another challenge is fellow Brethren brother Joshua (Neil Dudgeon) outing his Will's forbidden celluloid adventures while horning his way into his  family, putting Will and his family in danger of expulsion. But the most heart-wrenching of challenges is of the hurt caused by the growing egos and stubborn pride of both boys. You really want them to be the best of friends and it breaks your heart when anything opposing that occurs.
     
     
    Jules Sitruk in Paramount Vantage's Son of Rambow
     
     
    Director Jennings ("The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy") and his producing partner Nick Goldsmith really hit the jackpot finding these two non-actors as their leads. They really are perfectly cast and just flawless. I would imagine that Jennings has reels of edited film of these boys that didn't make the released cut. The supporting cast is excellent as well, particularly Jessica Hynes as Will's devoted mother who patiently tries to relate to his burgeoning backsliding. Little does she know that as much as her son wants to be a good son, he also wants to be the "Son of Rambow". Not only do the laugh-out-loud scenes make the film but the quieter, character moments add a sweet sincerity.
     
    When I found out that the film is partly based on Jennings' own childhood experiences of filmmaking, it made me love the film all the more. No wonder the film has so much heart. It can be seen in the writing and visual storytelling which seem straight out of a fond reminiscing dream. His use of scribbly graphic animation is used wisely, not overdone but rather caters to Will's vivid imagination. The film is a wonderfully unpretentious reminder of the unlimited possibilities of make believe. The only possible way to not like this film is if you hated being a child and you hate children. It's been a long time since I sat in the theater and felt the same exuberance as the main characters but this film did just that for me. 

  • Unbearable!

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    Untraceable  (2008)

    written by: Mark Brinker, Allison Burnett & Robert Fyvolent
    produced by: Andy Cohen, Hawk Koch, Gary Lucchesi, Steven Pearl & Tom Rosenberg
    directed by: Gregory Hoblit
     
    Rated R for grisly violence and torture, and some language.
    100 min.
     
     
    Untraceable? I don't think so. You shouldn't be able to predict every turn while watching a movie with such a title. I can't imagine anyone who couldn't follow such a tepid plot in this day and age of CSI, Bones and Cold Case. That's basically what this is combines with the cinechock of the "Saw" movies. was there anyone watching this who didn't see where the story was going? To be sure, there are worse movies out there but this was crud. Too bad cuz the cast isn't to blame, they're not that bad really. It's what they're given to work with. If anything, they are to blame for reading and saying yes to such a sucky script.
     
    The story is set in dour and rainy Portland, Oregan (too bad, I thought that place was supposed to be nice) where FBI cybercrime profiler, Jennifer Marsh (Diane Lane) spends her nights trapping pathetic internet scumbags with her partner, Griffin (Colin Hanks). A new site is discovered called www.killwithme.com that features a live streaming video where victims are killed based on the number of hits received, the faster the hits the quicker the death. Of course, like a traffic accident on the side of the road, millions of people log on, hastening the victims' violent deaths. It woulda been more interesting if the writers focused on the phenomena of gawkers and how these viewers actually became murderers themselves by visiting this site. A unique perspective would be how to legally hold these viewers accountable but instead we're given shots of Diane Lane in the shower.
     

    Colin Hanks and Diane Lane in Screen Gems' Untraceable 

     
    So, cybercop Marsh, pieces together this so-called mystery at great risk to herself and her family. Isn't that always the case. Why do these protagonists always have to have family? I'd like it if the protagonist was someone that everyone hates, even her family. Ah well. Marsh knows her job and she's a loyal single mom and all but she's just not that interesting. Lane winds up looking tired throughout the film, as her character tries to isolate the location of the killer who racks up a curious roster of victims. With each gruesome execution committed online, the audience grows more impatient for the next thrill, leaving the FBI little time to solve the case.
     
    The film tries to teeter on "torture porn" thrills but thankfully it only shows the kinda tortue you might see on any similar TV show.  I got a kick outta the film's need for boring exposition that spells out terms like "LOL" or "ROTFL" possibly catering to those who aren't familiar with online lingo and "clever" internet shorthand.
     

    Diane Lane in Screen Gems' Untraceable

    The killer turns out to be some pretty-faced kid (Joseph Cross, looking like an X-Men reject) wanting to get even and perhaps teach the world a lesson. What's his deal? He's upset, disturbed and unhinged about live-footage of his father's suicide being saturated online. What's bizarre is this killer is revealed not even half way into the film. Where's the suspense in that? I was never sold that this klid was some brilliant criminal sicko, once he's revealed I just wanted to slap him and sent to bed without dinner. It's yet another interested thread that is left frayed and unexplored.   Director Gregory Hoblit  ("Primal Fear," "Fracture") helps Lane sell the suspense of the script but not by much. He has her spend most of the movie wet (either in the rain or the aforementuiioned shower) and furrowed with a serious look plastered on her face. Too bad Hoblit is so lazy with the camera in that he has to hold on certain characters or locations which blatantly gives away to who and where something will happen. It's obvious that the writes were going reaching for an opportunity to showcase the freedom of internet media and expression that today's technology provides but it's just too obvious making it downright insulting. Every shot was completely leading and predicatble. And the screenplay? Just lame. A better title would be Unwatchable. Now THAT'S a movie I'd watch just to see if the title was true, kinda like those online viewer/killers.

     

     


 

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