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  • Moan Might Make You Holler

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    Black Snake Moan  (2007)

    I think that Craig Brewer knew that Black Snake Moan,, his follow-up to the triumphant Hustle and Flow, would polarize his audiance. What do you expect when you have your premise has a young sexy white nymphomaniac chained up to black man's home? Some will scream that Brewer's film masogonystic and racist, but that would be incorrect. Some will see this being a study of race and sex in a poverty-stricken South, which is also wrong. In my humble opinion, I believe that Craig Brewer had a good idea, but didn't know exactly what to do with it. But darned if he doesn't work it to the bone.

    Black Snake Moan is about two very tortured creatures of their environment, one being farmer/bluesman Lazarus (Samuel L. Jackson), who runs a small farm and barters his veggies to get the things he needs. His wife has just left him for his brother, making him achingly bitter to the point that even the local preacher (John Cothran Jr.) brings him no comfort. There might be romance between him and the local pharmacist (S. Epatha Merkerson) Then, there's Rae (Chistina Ricci), the nymphomanic whose true love (Justin Timberlake) is going off to the Coast Guard, leaving her alone to her own devices. She is tortured by her past that involves sexual abuse which might or might not be the cause of her current appitites.
    Let's just skip the vivid details and just say that it doesn't take her a day to find herself beaten by a jilted lover and left on the side of dirt road for dead. That's where Lazarus finds her one day when taking out his trash. He nurses her back to health while she goes though feverish panics and moments of clarity. While doing so, he gets to know more about her by asking around. "She's got this sickness. She's gotta have it." one of her lovers tells the older man. Being a man who believes that his life is directly linked into God's will, he sees it as his job to "cure her of her wickedness". That's where the chain comes in.

    When Rae becomes cognant, it doesn't take her long to realize her situation. At first, she tries to reason with Lazarus. Then she tries to offer herself. Lazarus is not interested in such things. Then she tries to escape. Let's just say that you've got to admire how sturdy them old-fashioned pipes are. Lazarus buys her decent dresses to wear and decent meals to eat. She lashes out in feverish sexual attempts that are more desperate than anything. But interesting enough, she finds comfort in the chain that imprisons her. When the preacher finally talks sense into Lazarus, he removes the chain and Rae stays with him voluntarily, taking an active step towards her own liberation from her addiction. It ultimately comes down to some great blues and Rae's boyfriend coming back home too soon to round us out to one of the worst endings of ALL time.

    First of all, I will say that this film sports some great photography with many of the low angles and sweeping shots that gave Hustle and Flow an edge. Cinematographer Amy Vincent sets up some great moments, including the most memorable scene where Lazarus pulls out his guitar and starts to wail against a thunderstorm outside. This scene would be silly if the song wasn't so powerful that we would believe that it strengthen a force of nature outside. Like Hustle and Flow, the music is important to essence of the film. The Blues played by Jackson is a means of surfacing old wounds and excorsing demons that both he and his prisoner are chained to.

    It wasn't only the ending that was wrong with movie, but it was the final straw that dropped my thumb south-bound. But then, I could also that the first ten minutes of the movie also needed to be cut off. Do we really need to see the wife leave him? There's a great scene where Lazarus mows his wife's flowerbed over that says more than that scene could possibly do. On top of that, this scene never really has a pay-off, especially after he basically damns (as in Old-Testament) his wife for leaving him. And while the chain obviously has a metaphorical purpose, strangely enough, there's not enough time with her actually in the chains to make the metaphor work. Then the subplot of the maybe romance between Jackson and Merkerson really wasn't given enough room to work. By the time we get to the ending, the really great moments are finally overwhelmed by the bad and we are left unsatisfied.

    Jackson and Ricci give some of the most profound performances in their careers. Jackson's Lazarus is dangerous and yet prophetic. He doesn't allow us easy passage into this damaged soul, yet we find ourselves enraptured to him. Ricci gives Rae a sympathy that is rarely seen for this kind of character. With nymphomania, usually it is seen as either something seen as fun or disgusting, depending on the demographic studios are going for. But she's a real woman dealing with a very devistating emotional disease. John Cothran Jr gives a splindid performance as a preacher caught in the middle of this craziness. And believe it or not, even Justin Timberlake might just make for a great actor given time and molding by a great director.

    For all that Writer-Director Craig Brewer does right and wrong, I still admire his ability to make a movie like this. Is this an exploitation flick? Yes, but it's trying to elevate the genre into a character study of damaged people. He certainly shows he has the chops to make great features, but next time he needs to stay away from the Tyler Perry approach of saturating his messages to obviousness and just let his characters act and say what they would normally say. Then maybe we would have the ending that would feel more true.

    All in all, this a rare film that I cannot recommend for the life of me, but if those rare film-goers happen to find themselves near a showing, then it might be an interesting evening. If anything else, you'll have your say in what I feel is the first of many controversial films this year. And that's certainly nothing to moad about.

  • This Zodiac Isn't All About The Stars

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    Zodiac  (2007)

    I wonder if David Fincher is concerned that he might be to serial killer movies what Martin Scorsesse is to the gangster pictures. If he were, I could see why he would want to do Zodiac, the flip side of the coin to his masterpiece. This time around, he's interested in showing the obsession that people have with this type of killer, especially those who are tasked with catching them.

    The film revolves around three men, Robert Greysmith (Jake Gyllenhaal), a cartoonist for the San Francisco Chronicle who gets caught up in the case by it's sheer mystery, Paul Avery (Robert Downey Jr) the crime beat reporter for the same rag who is in it for the thrill of the chase, and Detective David Toschi (Mark Ruffalo) who just wants to catch the cocky SOB because he doesn't like the idea of a killer going free. We first see their intregue with the killer as he not only kills in descriminately, but he also uses the threat of terror into getting the newspapers to print his calling card. The chase is on and we see behind the curtain of what major crime cases go though where the police and the media are constantly outmaneuvering each other for information to exploit, We meet several good candidates for the killer, but since the case is still unsolved, we know it will never pan out. Eventually, as the trail goes cold, we see the toll that this obsession brings as each man allows the pursuit to slow them down, taking them away from their normal lives. Families are torn appart, new addictions are started, and despair starts to set in. The ultimate question that the film asks around the final act is what would be acceptable as closure if not victory? And each man finds themselves coming to that same question with different answers.

    This is not a film that is about what you see, but how you see it. While it outlines the case well, the film is more interested in the emotional territories of the characters and the audiance. Since the characters see the murdered not completely like human beings, but like a puzzle that needs to be completed. When it ultimately can't do that much, the audiance finds itself asking the same question the characters are. Using a real-life case such as the Zodiac is the final touchstone, giving these ideas weight of realism. The film feels very low-key without many of David Fincher trademark high-tech shots and digital imagery. Costumes feel neither too contemporary nor dated, cars feel natural, but not classic. Something that did impress me was that much of the terror in the film is done in daylight, something that is rarely done in movies. And then there are the police procedures. There's a great scene that proves police are better off now than then when an officer tries to circulate evidence with two other police departments only to keep running into brick walls caused by inferior technology and great distances.

    Where the film kind of meanders is when they actually show the killings of the Zodiac. Since the characters aren't really invested in the victims, the film showing the actual murders is more exploitive than counter-balancing the apathy shown. It feels like they were thown in just to remind the audiance that yes, this is a serial killer movie. The film does feel a little long, but I don't know of anything that should have been cut, but I will say that the use of "6 weeks later" and "3 days later" all throughout the film is not only annoying but REALLY ANNOYING. All you have to do is just remind us of the year from time to time, we get the point, really!

    I thoroughly enjoyed the casting of this film, especially in the areas of Downey as Avery, Ruffalo as Toschi, and Chlo� Sevigny as Greysmith's eventual wife (their first date is less than romantic, so to say). I love how Downey really just loses himself into a character that is constantly on the verge of genius and collapse at the same time, especially since his character is a drug addict that uses the Zodiac as another high. Ruffalo's performance brings out such an interesting character in Toschi, hard-boiled and weary on the outside with a slightly soft underbelly that he rarely lets seen. Sevigny's character doesn't have much to do through the film, but what she does, she does very well. Take a scene at the dinner table for example where we can tell that the Zodiac is as much killing her as anybody else.

    But this is ultimately David Fincher's film, and he certainly shows that he knows how to put a narrative together and make it stick in your mind. You can tell that there's a lot of attention to detail in this film, and for this kind of story, there has to be. But I love how he balances the true-to-history element with a sense of inspiration. There is only so much that history can tell you when you must rely on human nature. Fincher puts away his ego (or most of it) in this film and allows this to be more about the events that occuring. There are no high-tech camera work, no gradiose master shots. He's on the ground, prowling San Francisco like his quary with actors who he can trust to get the job done.

    All in all, this isn't a Fincher masterpiece, but it's a good time and a film that will make you think about things, and not just on serial killers. Everybody has their own obsessions (as Jim Carrey showed in The Number 23). But at what point are we slaves to ourselves by that which we seek? When do we just deal with the fact that we'll never know who actually killed Kennedy? And ultimately, how do we come back home from such a place? Zodiac doesn't have the answer, and that's just the point.


  • A Bland War of Epic Proportions

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    300  (2007)

    I don't know exactly when I was told the story of the battle of Thermopylae, but I'm pretty sure that it's a story that every boy needs to be told at one point in his life, how 300 men took on forces ranging in the millions and won a place in history. No doubt that their story is regaled in West Point and military colleges the world over. I do know that I haven't read Frank Miller's version of this historic battle, but if it is like Zack Snyder's film, 300, I would be sorely disappointed.

    300 starts off telling us about the childhood of King Leonidas (Gerard Butler), ruler of Sparta who as a boy killed a menacing wolf that made him a legend (and gave him a cool-looking coat for the winter). We are told that Spartan boys are trained in warfare, that the weak are killed at birth and that to die in battle is an honor beyond all.

    And then the shadow of the Persians come to the land, a messenger bringing heads of slain kings and a call for surrender. Leonidas returns the gesture by kicking the messenger in the well (I don't think the term "drinking from thy enemies" really meant that). In defiance to spiritual laws which insist that he must not fight the Persians, Leonidas puts together 300 of his finest soldiers as a welcoming committee to the Persian horde at his gates. They will use a tactical advantage of a steep canyon to force their enemy into smaller more managable forces.

    On the homefront, we have the Queen (Lena Headley) who is trying to get more reinforcements sent out to help her husband out. She ultimately puts her and husband's life in the hands of a shady politician, which ends up in a rather silly confrontation near the end of the movie.

    I can forgive a lot about the movie. I can forgive the Brittish actors who are playing Greek warriors (because we all know Hercules sounded like Lawrence Olivier). I can look the other way with the fetish outfits that neither look protective against swords or spears (nor comfortable either for that matter) and the outlandish facial jewelry that looks for painful than cool. And I can even accept the macho-man testosterone-flavored one-lined speeches that sounds like something out of a bad episode of He-Man. But what I can't forgive are the really boring fight sequences that are repetitive and bland. 300 forgot one thing that Gladiator understood, it's not about the quantity of the fights, but the quality. Without any major set-piece fight sequences or any major boss-type villains to highlight, we don't really see the action get more intense, just more of the same thing over and over again. Gladiator made all the fights feel different and more difficult as the film went further. 300 feels like the same fight sequence for about an hour. To me, that's just bland.

    On top of that, is there anyone else who feels a little sick of the supposed politics of this movie? Spartans are said to have a democracy, although it has a king who is himself ruled by inbred priests. There's some speech-making about democracy and freedom not being free that felt sickly like the kinds of things we hear from America's current politicians. Warriors are told to die for their country is a high honor and are sent to combat without much more motivation than to be killed. No one second-guesses their motives nor even thinks about their situation. Could this be a thinly-veiled pro-war movie that makes an insanely inept argument for our involvement in Iraq? Perhaps we'll just wait for Fox News to crown this the best movie of the year to find out. To be honest, I don't think the movie has enough brain cells for that kind of depth, but stupidity is almost as dangerous as a loaded gun.

    Considering that this is a Frank Miller brainchild, I'm surprised I found myself disgusted with this movie more than I thought I could. I can see elements of his twisted mind involved in the movie, things such as the antiheroic Spartans fighting against a much more evil Persian force. But his message gets mixed up into the science of the cool made possible by filmmakers trying too hard to be faithful to the image of the work instead of the spirit.

    I truly did enjoy Zack Snyder's remake of Dawn of the Dead. But for 300, he states that he is trying to bring out Frank Miller's drawings. And yet everything has that golden color of Gladiator all throughout. He doesn't make this movie feel like a graphic novel like the timeless Sin City. What is strange is that the credits DO feel like a graphic novel. I sometimes wonder what the movie would be like if the movie was nearly as cool as the end credits?

    All in all, this isn't a God-awful movie, just a lost one. It wants to be big and bad, but comes off cheap and second-rate. I don't feel more anger towards it than a deep sadness that it won't meet the potential that I can see in it. The only thing that saddens me more is to know that most audiances won't be able to see the difference. But sometimes you have to stand up for what you know is right, even if you're left in the minorty. I think 300 men could attest to that, even if they weren't involved in this movie.


 

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