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  • Science is Such a Sleepy Term

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    Taking a break from the AFI project for a smidge (or at least while I procured the next entry, Apocalypse Now, from another's video collection), Netflix sent me my second Michel Gondry film, The Science of Sleep.  I was looking forward to watching this one; the fantastical premise was highly attractive, as I am a fantasy lover (see The Imagination of Fantasy Spout group and join up!).  Also, I am one of those people that really kind of love Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, even if it is ridiculously stereotypically suburban of me to do so.  Therefore, the Science of Sleep had a lot of potential - and it didn't completely disappoint.  Not completely.

    Shy, introverted, socially and emotionally awkward Stephane (Gael Garcia Bernal) has difficulty separating his dreams from reality, even when he's awake, and he sorts through several issues, such as the recent death of his father, through the tangled web of colorful images in his dreams.  His mother gets him a job at a calendar company, even though he wants to be a graphic artist, and his quirky co-workers become primary players in his dream worlds.  His complicated perspective complicates further when Stephanie (Charlotte Gainsbourg) moves into the apartment next door.  Stephane is drawn to her and decides to unleash the dream world and expose Stephanie to his fanciful visions, to mixed results.

    I liked this film, but I didn't love it.  I liked the creative visual imagery using low-tech graphics and various creative properties through a stunning, visionary art direction that lent itself very well to the premise.  If nothing else, the images presented in the film were engaging, amusing and quite innovative.  I liked how the movie cameras in Stephane's dream talk show were made out of cardboard boxes, and that the water for the forest in the boat was made out of different colored bits of cellophane, and stuffed animals were patched together velveteen things that became stars of the dreams and the real-life play (theatrical and romantic) between Stephane and Stephanie.  I also generally liked Gondry's vision for the piece (he also wrote it).

    I further concede that the story and the film itself were quite original, even unique.  Yet, it was hard to sympathize with Stephane, who had a tangible creepy factor about him, no matter how involuntary.  Stephanie even calls him a creep at one point, and yet he never outgrows these tendencies.  On the one hand, his ingrained awkwardness is pitiful and pitiable, for he's clearly trying to succeed in the real life situations that differ so dramatically from his dreamed-up scenarios, to the point that he actually cries from frustration.  On the other hand, his lack of touch with reality is hard to connect with, at least for me, and I'm an experienced escapist.  I just couldn't help thinking that if I were Stephanie, I would think Stephane too much of a project to be worth the trouble, and his inappropriate verbalizations, such as some of  his more sexist and perverted jokes, would only be icing on that crazy cake. 

    It was hard to feel compelled by what was ultimately something of the tragic love story between these two similarly-named folk, especially since the performances by the two leads were lacking in consistency.  Bernal had more of the challenge, but his performance was as erratic as Stephane's waking moods.  He made some odd choices that served to alienate me from Stephane more than endear me to him.  Gainsbourg's performance was decidedly distant, even cold, and it was hard to be remotely convinced as to why she would suffer Stephane's unusual personality to begin with, platonically or otherwise.

    When all is said and done, though, The Science of Sleep is a pleasurable movie-watching experience, and its inventive story and charming arts-and-craftsy art direction are the heart and soul of that experience.  I think the film deserves a 7.5, between shaky/entertaining and minor flaws/very good, since the film has its flaws but left me feeling entertained enough.  As for the test, the jury's out.  I don't feel as if I want to own this one, but I wouldn't mind watching it again.  If nothing else, it's a wonderful film to watch before bedtime, since there's not much science to be had.


  • Viewing Bonnie and Clyde for the AFI Project

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    Bonnie and Clyde  (1967)

    What's the AFI Project, you ask?  For more information, or if you just enjoy my bemused ramblings, read here: http://www.spout.com/blogs/pippin06/archive/2008/3/1/25756.aspx

    Bonnie and Clyde is on the following AFI lists:

    The Original Top 100 (#27)
    100 Most Heart-Pounding Movies (#13)
    100 Years...100 Passions (#65)
    100 Years...100 Heroes and Villans (Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow are the #32 villains)
    100 Movie Quotes (#41 - Clyde Barrow: "We rob banks.")
    The Revised Top 100 (#42)
    10 Top 10's (#5 Gangster)

    I watched Bonnie and Clyde instantly on Netflix, which was nice on my dark night from the theater.  I only knew so much about the film from the level of its pseudo-permutation into the pop culture, which has waned in recent years, so I had very few expectations going in.  I was hoping to enjoy it, really, and that was all.  I did enjoy it, but, again, I didn't love this one.  I was engaged the whole time but only in a bemused sort of way.

    Bonnie and Clyde is a loosely biographical film about Bonnie Parker (Faye Dunaway) and Clyde Barrow (Warren Beatty), lovers and partners in crime who cut a swath of murder and mayhem across half the country in the 30s in search of a good time.  The movie posits that Clyde is studying Bonnie's mother's automobile one day shortly after he's released from prison for petty theft when Bonnie espies him from her bedroom window. As she's half naked, Clyde is smitten with Bonnie, and Bonnie feels the same for Clyde, particularly after he robs a store right in front of her.  Seemingly soulmates, bored with life's conventions in the Depression era South and too smart for their own good (so they believe), the two gradually expand their gang to include C.W. Moss (Michael J. Pollard), the getaway driver, and Clyde's brother Buck (Gene Hackman) and his wife Blanche (Estelle Parsons) in their bank robbing and murdering until their exploits for fun, fame, and fortune meet a predictably grisly end. There is also a brief but hilarious cameo from Gene Wilder in his first ever movie role.

    The performances by Beatty, Dunaway, Hackman, and Parsons were all very funny, sly, and occasionally touching.  I'm not sure that I would have given Oscar gold to Parsons, but I'm not sure who else was nominated in 1967.  If Catharine Ross, from The Graduate, was nominated, I might have given it to her instead, but that's just me.  Parsons screaming about everything didn't strike me as particularly strong acting, but it's the Academy, and this was forty years ago, so what do I know?  I particularly enjoyed Warren Beatty, so young, so effacing, and so on top of his game.  I have struggled with his acting prowess in recent years on occasion, but this film made me more of a believer, seeing the range of emotions displayed from a wink and a smile to outright temper to deep concern and worry for his "honey," Bonnie.  Faye Dunaway was also good; my she had a string of great films in the late 60s/early 70s, didn't she?  Her Texas accent was a little, well, forced, though.  Or, maybe it was his.  I don't know.

    I liked the art direction and cinematography, with its grainy old-movie haze, and the direction was also very good.  The ending scenes were truly groundbreakers, undoubtedly becoming the model for many a violent and slow motion demise for characters of all types in films to come.  I also thought it was cool that they found so many different types of automobiles for the film to be available for theft by the Barrow gang.  The pacing was a little choppy, however.  The film seemed to slow to a crawl right in the middle, when they were establishing themselves as bank robbers of the century and when the love story between Clyde and Bonnie was coming in and out of focus depending on the distraction.  I just found it hard to stay engaged in any kind of meaningful way at that point because it felt like the movie was as all-over-the-place as its title characters.

    My biggest problem with the film was the story execution.  When there's a true story put to film, often times details will be fudged for the artistic impact, and I have no qualms on that side of it for Bonnie and Clyde, but with all of the background material available to the screenwriters, I felt the story was just a little too trite for my tastes, a little too easy.  Maybe their relationship was, in real life, all about the "wham, bam, thank you ma'am," fast-paced, and fueled by spontaneity and foolish decisions, but the film struggled to find a focal point, even when it should have been Bonnie and Clyde themselves.  Was it about their love for one another?  Their crime spree?  Their sense of raw hedonism?  It was, of course, about all of those things, but it meandered without finding that center.  I think the viewer is supposed to accept that Clyde's literal impotence sparked his penchant for violence and crime, or that Bonnie was really just a mama's girl looking for a good time, so the character development was also a bit truncated.  I think the problem came with, as the movie explanations by the All Movie Guide note, trying to paint Bonnie and Clyde as sympathetic anti-heroes.  What is a sympathetic anti-hero?  Batman is an anti-hero.  He takes dark roads with the goal of justice in mind.  Bonnie and Clyde were simply carefree criminals who occasionally did not rob poor people, and their love story, which was played largely for laughs and slapstick, was, as a result, largely less than compelling.  They were also rebels, though, and this film was released during a time when youth rebellion--counter culture--was en vogue.

    That's not to say that I didn't have a good time.  It was a pleasure to see Warren Beatty in his prime and to watch a film that had some truly great elements to it, and I did laugh on occasion and smirked most of the time.  Also, the ending was perfection even if the exposition left something to be desired.  I'm just not sure I see it as one of the great American films.  Bonnie and Clyde tumbled 15 spots on the revised list, but I probably would have dropped it a few more spots because it just didn't thrill me (or make my heart pound...#13, wha???).  I'm thinking the film gets a 7.5 for me between shaky/entertaining and minor flaws/very good.  If I missed the point, feel free to comment.  As for tests, it doesn't pass.  Obviously, I'm a little too lukewarm about the film to fork money over for it.  The film is recommendable, though; it's not a wasted two hours and is something of the good time that Bonnie and Clyde seemed to have.


  • Viewing(ish) Dr. Strangelove or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb for the AFI Project

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    What's the AFI Project, you ask?  For more information, or if you just enjoy my bemused ramblings, read here: http://www.spout.com/blogs/pippin06/archive/2008/3/1/25756.aspx

    Dr. Strangelove... is on the following AFI lists:

    The Original Top 100 (#26)
    100 Funniest Films (#3)
    100 Movie Quotes (#64 - President Merkin Muffley: "Gentlemen, you can't fight in here!  This is the War Room!")
    The Revised Top 100 (#39)

    Living in theater world agan, I had several false starts over the past two weeks with Dr. Strangelove, also Netflix's weekly arrival (but, you know, not this week).  It wouldn't be the first time I had false starts with this movie.  I'm quite sure I've watched this before, some years ago, on the television, like on Turner Classics.  The trouble is, I didn't remember a lick of it, which is why I say "viewingish" in the title line above.  This is one of the few movies wherein I watched it a first time and took nothing away from it when I watched it before.  I probably didn't think it was all that funny before (I know, gasp, pant, tomatoes).  I'm revising that opinion just now, of course...at least somewhat....

    It's rated so highly on the AFI Comedy list, and many Spouters and other esteemed movie-lovers seem to think that this film is the bees' knees.  Truth be told, I've decided that this is a movie where you really have to be paying attention to appreciate everything in it.  The comedy is certainly there, but most of it is clever, even sneaky.  It's funny, certainly, but it's not the laugh riot I expected, at least not for me.  I have theories about that.

    The plot is mad as a hatter, though, which I definitely like.  Co-written and directed by Stanley Kubrick, during the height of the Cold War, this film satirizes not only the period but war in general.  A crazy general named Jack D. Ripper (Sterling Hayden), believing his fluids (possibly sexual) are jeopardized by the dangers of Communism, authorizes the Air Force to drop H-bombs on Russia through the mysterious Plan R.  One of the planes is piloted by a Major Kong (King Kong, that is - Slim Pickens) and is staffed by James Earl Jones - and also contains a stockpile of nuclear missiles.  President Merkin Muffley (Peter Sellers) and a large assembly of the joint military chiefs in a Pentagon war room, are put out by this psychotic initiative and try to make good with Russia.  In the meantime, Colonel Lionel Mandrake (also Peter Sellers), an officer on loan from the Royal Air Force in England, hearing no news about this potential crisis, tries to calm General Ripper down when he realizes that he's just a little batty, and a retired Nazi, self-titled Dr. Strangelove (also Peter Sellers), attempts to paint the glass half-full picture of a nuclear war with his unusual expertise.

    This film is sometimes too clever for its own good, but I will say that while the satire of the Cold War is somewhat dated, the satire of ineffectual government and half-cocked military personnel is spot-on and will probably be as timeless as it is timely for decades to come.  The reason why this film is as funny as it is?  Two words:  Peter. Sellers.  I love him in most everything I've seen him, but his appearances times three in Dr. Strangelove are what punctuates the zaniness of the other characters in addition to his own hilarious sense of comic timing.  I especially enjoyed him as stuffy British Colonel Mandrake, playing scared straight man to General Ripper as he waxed on about the danger to his bodily fluids.  Actually, Sterling Hayden was also hilarious.  Those scenes proved to be my favorites hands down.  The whole all-star ensemble was worth its weight in gold, though.

    And, of course, the mark of Stanley Kubrick's genius can be found in the details.  The art direction was particularly impressive in the war room and in major Kong's fighter plane, and the use of lighting in the war room and in General Ripper's office was extremely effective in painting a picture of seriousness amidst a cloud of tongue-in-cheekyness.  Also, the pacing was very tight, though there was a lot of time spent on the random slackerness of the air force personnel in the plane that could have been tighter.  Still, the ending scenes are downright classic, and it's hard to argue with the film's positioning on some of the AFI's greatest lists.

    So why didn't I laugh more or love this movie as much as the next Jack and Jill Spouter?  Well, I think it all boils down to the fact that war movies are among my bottom three least favorite genres, and a satire of a war movie only serves to make the subject slightly more appealing.  Also, like I said, you really have to be paying attention.  The truly brilliant comedy catches you off guard, in little comments and labels the characters make or use, or little visual gaffes that flit in and out of frame.  The humor themes rely heavily on irony, and you can't be lolling off to sleep, or you'll miss them.  That's not to say that I was lolling off to sleep (at least not the most recent time I watched it to completion), but I was kind of trying to follow the crazy while simultaneously appreciating subtle jokes: "There's no FIGHTING in the WAR ROOM."

    Dr. Strangelove is an intelligent comedy and is best enjoyed when you want to laugh and think all at the same time.  My unfortunate problem is that I was too tired to manage both, so I was hoping for more easy laughter.  That was my mistake, I guess, but at least I'll remember the film more this time.  Still, in the land of ratings, I'm finding myself leaning on an 8.5 (which is on the like/love boundary, by the way, as I really can't say I loved this film - and for the one minor flaw as stated above).  Also, I'm not so sure it passes the test, but I will probably try to watch it again in the future.  I'm guessing this is one of the films that actually holds up better on repeat viewings.  I'm just not sure I want to invest in it to see if that's true.  So, maybe it'll come on Turner Classics again, and when it does, I'll be sure to pay attention.


  • Revisiting E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial for the AFI Project

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    What's the AFI Project, you ask?  For more information, or if you just enjoy my bemused ramblings, read here: http://www.spout.com/blogs/pippin06/archive/2008/3/1/25756.aspx

    E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial is on the following AFI lists:

    The Original Top 100 (#25)
    100 Most Heart-Pounding Movies (#44)
    100 Movie Quotes (#15 - E.T. and others: "E.T. phone home.")
    25 Film Scores (#14)
    100 Most Inspiring Movies (#6)
    The Revised Top 100 (#24)
    10 Top 10's (#3 Science Fiction)

    I own E.T.  It passed the test.  I consider it a personal classic.  While I haven't seen it a bajillion times like Star Wars or millions of times like The Wizard of Oz, I've probably seen it hundreds of times since I was 5 years old, the year it came out, and the year I saw it at the drive-in, back when those still existed in any kind of meaningful way.  It does not matter how many times I've seen this movie, I always cry, starting right about the time E.T. is succumbing to his homesickness and right on through to the end, with only a brief break during the flying bicycle escape scene.

    It's curious that E.T. provokes such mixed feelings in viewers of all ages.  The film's Spout page is a healthy sampling of those viewers.  Some people think it doesn't hold up to repeat viewings.  Some people aren't impressed with Steven Spielberg's cuddly alien friend.  Some people just don't get it.  E.T. is less about science fiction and aliens from outer space than it is about friendship and that point in childhood when you're young enough to still believe in the wonder of your own imagination but old enough to understand your reality, and you're hoping that the two will blend somehow.  I think this film deserves to be on all of those AFI lists, and I'll tell you why, but not before the obligatory plot summary.

    Elliott (Henry Thomas) is somewhat of a lost and lonely middle child.  His mom (Dee Wallace) has separated from his father, and he's struggling through a single-parent household with his older brother Michael (Robert McNaughton) and his younger sister Gertie (Drew Barrymore - in her first ever role).  One night, he hears noises in his backyard, and what he doesn't know, is that a spaceship has landed, and one of its inhabitants was accidentally left behind when the ship departed, careening away from curious humans.  Elliott soon discovers this creature, whom he deems "E.T." (for Extra-Terrestrial), and forms a friendship, which is first comprised of teaching him about Earth but soon evolves into a telepathic symbiosis and a quest to return the homesick alien to his people.

    Ok, let's talk about why this film is something of a modern movie masterpiece.  This marks Spielberg's second entry on the original countdown.  Yes, this film paints a rosier picture of a possible visitation from outer space than some other films, and, yes, this film followed Close Encounters of the Third Kind (produced five years earlier).  What E.T. does is take the wonder and marvel of Close Encounters and kicks it up a notch by ascribing it to a child.   Spielberg manages, quite effortlessly, to paint the purest picture of childhood innocence and imagination intersecting with grown-up truisms committed to film.  The film is told almost entirely from Elliott (and, later, E.T.'s) perspective, and it's complete and believable.  It's a bleak and cynical view to assume that anyone visiting our planet would be hostile; this film presents an alternative and introduces a child because a child is unassuming and without prejudice.  As Peter Coyote's character says to Elliott, "I'm glad he met you first," after seeing all of the scientific probing and fuss made over E.T. by the government.

    The film is also a perfect time capsule for the 80s.  The references to Star Wars (including John Williams' musical nod when E.T. encountes someone in a Yoda Halloween costume); the very real fashion sense of teenagers of the time; the increasing prevalence of latchkey kids - it's all there.  Is that Spielberg's doing?  Arguably yes - the man as a director has a perfect sense of his here and now but is also painstaking with details about the period he's filming. 

    Technically, this film boasted wonderful but not overdone visual and sound effects that simply piqued the imagination more.  It also boasts one of the most beautiful scores ever written for film.  John Williams appears on that Score list three times, more than any other film composer and for deserving reasons.  I actually own this soundtrack because the score is so vivid, so unique, and so beautiful, it immediately invokes images of the film, which is really all a film composer can aim to do.

    The pacing is also pitch perfect.  I still get tensed up when the government guys come marching down the street, ready to quarantine Elliott's suburban home.  I still get excited during the final break and escape to get E.T. to his ship.  Who wouldn't want to ride flying bicycles?  Whoever came up with that element is a genius.  This film belongs on the "100 Most Heart-Pounding" list because it still works on me; it still gets my heart pumping.

    The performances are not perfect, but they're real.  I believe every one of those kids and the mother and the wide-eyed scientist.  I think that's as much to their credit as it is to the director's.

    So, is E.T. flawed?  Sure.  It's the first true example of negotiated product placement in all of film (thanks, Stevie, for the Reeses' Pieces and Coke), which is not very artistic.  Is it kind of miraculous that E.T. can make a communicator out of a See'n'Spell or whatever those things were called and a few household trinkets?  Is it arguably not even science fiction (arguably - but it is fantasy, let's be sure).  Is it a film that was probably made  more for money than art?  Sure.  Does that make the film any less effective, any less wonderful, given its final product?  I don't think so.

    E.T. is something of a modern masterpiece because the emotions and response it is trying to invoke in the viewer thanks to Spielberg's truly masterful direction happen everytime, at least for me.  This film still gives me that childlike wonder that I had when I was five years old, and which I remember to this day.  I was scared of E.T. at first.  I was scared of the government guys in astronaut suits.  I felt for Elliott when he lost such a dear and valuable friend, whom he found a way to communicate with, despite their differences.  I still feel all of those things when I watch it now - maybe a little less, because now adulthood has settled in.  I bet that when I have children, and they're shown this film, they'll feel the same.

    I will say that I am royally ticked that you can't buy the original version of the film anywhere (you know, the one with guns as opposed to walkie talkies and less digital E.T.).  I'm sure if I was willing to go to the secondary markets, I could have found the original, but the newfangled, friendlier one was only $15 at Best Buy.  I didn't miss anything without the guns, but I did notice the awkward parts that weren't the same, and I'm mad at Stevie for this because why mess with a good thing?  Don't fix what isn't broken - and stop talking to George.

    For me, E.T. gets a definite 9 for being perfectly entertaining and because the obvious product placement and other elements as described above keep it from being a true masterpiece in my eyes.  As for the naysayers, I don't know what to say to them that will convince them that E.T. is a better film than they think.  I do know that anyone who hasn't seen it should give it a chance - you might just be as taken with it as I am and will probably forever be.  It's a rare film that can depict that innocent wonder, especially since innocence and wonder has all but evaporated in our current times.  Now, I guess, I'm being cynical.  Good thing there's E.T.


 


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