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  • The Reader Review

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    The Reader  (2008)

    “Who would have guessed that a book only 218 pages long could stir up so many emotions!” That quote, which graces the press notes for Stephen Daldry’s The Reader, is attributed to Oprah Winfrey, who selected the novel on which the film is based for her book club. As always, Oprah means no harm, but her influence makes such off-handed insipidity potentially dangerous. But relax –– in this case, she’s just reflecting the party line of the marketable middlebrow: Art must be Big in order to make you Feel. It’s as an ingrained assumption for one type of cultural arbiter and/or consumer, as knee-jerk suspicion of the tropes of Oscar bait is for another.

    In the hands of Daldry, who has to this point never made a film for which he was not nominated for an Oscar, The Reader certainly looks like the kind of Big Art About Feelings worthy of an Oprah seal of approval … and/or a shudder from the cynic’s section. The economy that marked Bernard Schlink’s novel about moral impasses and emotional dysfunction amongst two generations Germans in the decades after the Holocaust goes untranslated. Daldry spoonfeeds feeling through score, he gives us long, indulgent sex scenes with an oft-naked Kate Winslet, years too young for the character she plays, draped in improbably golden light. And yet, within the wrappings of a film clearly, carefully calibrated for Academy favor by a distributor who couldn’t be in greater need of such recognition, The Reader’s unwillingness to clean up the ambiguities that sit at the core of its source surprises. Its classiness gives way to a refreshingly messy, even tawdry honesty about the role of morality in memory.


    It’s Germany in the 50s, and 15 year-old Michael (Daivd Kross) is having a summer fling with Hanna (Kate Winslet), a streetcar ticket taker in her late 30s. Hanna takes Michael’s virginity and teaches him how to do it, do it, and do it well; however, because all older women who sleep with younger men (in movies) have deep secrets and vast reserves of sadness, she’s not crazy about talking, per se. Then one day, she asks Michael to read to her from one of his school books, and thus begins a ritual: she won’t put out until she hears a few verses of The Odyssey. Michael rolls with his lady’s kink because he’s in love. And then she disappears.

    Years later, when Michael is a law student, he sees Hanna again: he’s observing a Nazi war crime trial, and she’s a defendant. As if the sudden revelation that his first love is personally responsible for the death of hundreds of Jews is not gut-wrenching enough, Michael is soon put into a position wherein he could save Hanna prison time by revealing her greatest secret. Doing so would require revealing his own; heartbroken and horrified, he’s torn between helping his former love and allowing her to be punished, not just for her war crimes but for her personal betrayal. While on the stand, when questioned as to why she signed up as a concentration camp guard, Hanna turns the question to the judge: “What would you have done?” If your first love and sexual mentor was revealed to be a Nazi, and if by admitting that she liked to be read aloud to before sex, you could reduce her prison sentence  — what would YOU have done?

    The material suggests that for the generation of Germans reckoning with the crimes of older loved ones, emotional parlysis was epidemic. The Reader is most effective when conveying the precarious limbo of conflicting emotions — of having so many feelings that are so in conflict with one another that you can express nothing. The reverberations of harm within romance are writ large over historical tragedy, and on paper, it’s a pat equation — Michael didn’t spend time in the camps, but falling in love with a Nazi left its own scars from which he never recovered –– but there are moments where it’s rendered, particularly in Ralph Fiennes’ expert performance as the older Michael, with a subtle grace that greases the extreme conflation between the personal and the political. When engaging in the usual overblown tropes piled on to Oscar bait to make “difficult” material like this palatable to a mass audience, The Reader is disposable. But Fiennes transcends tropes and types, and in the moments where it’s just him in front of the camera, he’s creating a fully-realized human being. You don’t realize how rare that is in a Hollywood film until you see it done well.

    There have been criticisms that The Reader is cold, but its projection of distanced feeling is, in a way, a relief. This is not a movie which makes us contemplate the unspeakable horrors committed by the unquestionably evil servants of Hitler and then, after we have our cathartic cry, walk out feeling better about ourselves, resolved never to let It happen again. This is a film which asks us to contemplate the deeply complicated relationship between rational thought and instinctual feeling via a perverse intermingling of global horror and very, very local pain. It’s not about how fucked-up a few thousand Germans were. It’s about how fucked-up all humans have the potential to be, on small scales and big ones, and the strange paradox that makes it easier to commit a terrible act than it is to live with and honestly grapple with the consequences of it.


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  • Tilt: The Battle To Save Pinball

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    A few weeks ago I wrote a story about the wealth of video game documentaries that were out there or coming soon, and one of the commenters mentioned Tilt: The Battle to Save Pinball. I hadn’t seen this before, and hadn’t even heard about it. It’s a documentary about the Pinball 2000 project that Williams Electronics, the world’s largest pinball manufacturer at the time, initiated to try and meld video games and pinball machines into one gaming unit. The effort ultimately failed, and signaled the death blow for pinball machines.

    Director Greg Maletic could have focused on the entire history of pinball, from the early beginnings as “bagatelle” in the 1700s, to its current near-death rattle, but instead he chose to single out the Pinball 2000 project from Williams. He was able to speak with all of the players involved, except for the actual plug-pullers at Williams, and it’s an amazing documentary that stands as a testament to what could have been.

    Maletic was a busy running a software development company when he first came across a Pinball 2000 machine. He says in the film’s press kit, “After a couple decades of video game playing, it got me interested in pinball again. This led me to wonder… how could this amazing thing have failed?” After watching his employees become obsessed with the game, he decided he wanted to make a documentary about the project. “If you take a look at a Pinball 2000 machine, you won’t think that anymore. It’s easy to see how pinball could have staved off its demise.”

    When video games came along, pinball saw a quick and steady decline that was punctuated by short periods of success. When the coin-op video boom ended, pinball’s decline hastened and was further hurt when home video game consoles started ruling the market. Oddly enough, in 1993 pinball had one of its strongest years ever, thanks to licensed games like Indiana Jones: The Pinball Adventure, Star Trek: The Next Generation, and The Addams Family from the year before (which is still the bestselling pinball machine ever). But, the writing was on the wall, and companies like Gottlieb, Capcom and Data East began selling off their pinball divisions of shuttering the doors. That was until 1998, when Williams thought they could fight the tide by bringing pinball and video games together. The saddest part? They almost did it.

    Tilt: The Battle To Save Pinball fully explores the Pinball 2000 project, and talks to legendary pinball gaming developers George Gomez, Larry DeMar, Pat Lawlor, Roger Sharpe, Steve Kordek. You can plainly see their passion for game design when they talk about the project, but it’s really when George Gomez tries to find the words to explain how he felt after Williams shut down the pinball division that really drives everything home. He literally can’t speak, and it’s the most painful moment in the entire film.

    The film documents every stage of the project from concept to creation, and details how pinball games are created from scratch. Although this was an entirely new concept they were asked to created in 18 month - the same amount of time they were given to create a standard pinball machine. They were making new modular games that could be changed out in just a few minutes, rather than crating games up and hauling them in and out of arcades, which is where most of the wear and tear comes from. You would Just ship out a new playfield, video, and cabinet art, and you’d have a whole new game. It allowed for on-screen interaction (via a reflected glass camera trick known as “Pepper’s Ghost”) between the pinball and the video, which was incredibly innovative for the time.

    The irony is that while the first Pinball 2000 game, Revenge From Mars was a success, it was killed by the lackluster performance and poor gameplay of their second project, the Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace game. It was developed under a shroud of Lucas-required secrecy which didn’t allow other designers to weigh in on the gameplay. As a result the final product felt flat, and only sold just over 3,000 units. While it was a hit at the box office, it wasn’t in the gaming world, because of the gameplay and the fact that the game wasn’t completed in time to come out with the movie. There’s a lot of near misses like this that are covered in this documentary which helped kill the project, and caused Williams to focus on their cash cow: slot machines.

    Like Who Killed The Electric Car and Tucker: The Man and his Dream, Tilt is one of those movies that makes you wonder “What if…” The film makes you realize if only a few things had gone differently, it might have helped save the pinball industry. Williams was the largest pinball manufacturer in the world, but when they killed this project, they also shut down their entire pinball division and haven’t made a game since. The only manufacturer left standing today is Stern Pinball, Inc, which actually employs many of the Williams pinball developers. But how much longer will they be around?

    You can purchase a DVD of Tilt on their website for the low price of $20 plus shipping. It’s a huge value, because the second disc is loaded with extra material, including some great insights into game design, pinball or otherwise. My only complaint about this movie is that it’s too short. The documentary is only 60 minutes long, but the disc of extras more than makes up for that. If Maletic ever has the time and the money, I hope he develops some sort of a massive Ken Burns-style project about pinball. There is a lot of rich history to be explored there, and the games are just too beautiful not to see closeup on a big screen. Until then, you’ve got Tilt, which is a lot like pinball pornography.


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  • Kirk Lazarus, For Your Consideration. Clip of the Day

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    Tropic Thunder  (2008)

    You may be either too old or too young (or too cool) to remember this, but on March 11, 1999, kids across America pranked MTV by flooding TRL with requests for “Hangin’ Tough” by The New Kids on the Block. The ten-year-old song reached #2 on the show’s chart for that day, and alternative youth celebrated a self-satisfying victory against the pop culture-defining institution.

    A decade later, it’s time for a similar yet larger prank on the culture-defining Academy Awards. Here’s the plan: voters need to write-in “Kirk Lazarus” for Best Supporting Actor instead of Robert Downey Jr. Paramount is asking for this, after all, with their humorous For Your Consideration parody ads featuring Downey as his Oscar-pedigree character from Tropic Thunder. And though the Academy would probably shut the prank down, the organization would have to admit they’ve permitted nominations for fake people before (Coen Bros. editor “Roderick Jaynes” and select Blacklist pseudonyms come to mind). Unfortunately, it is in fact Academy members, specifically actors, who do the nominating, and it’s unlikely that many of them would participate in something that allowed their profession to be lampooned so greatly.

    Check out one of Paramount’s television For Your Consideration ads after the jump.


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  • Critics Circles Splitting Like Crazy

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    So yesterday, the Los Angeles Film Critics made the stunning move of voting Wall-E as the Best Film of 2008. Stunning, because this is the first time the body has ever given their top honor to an animated film; stunning because last year, they gave it to the decidedly less commercial There Will Be Blood, thereby giving that film one of the boosts it needed to be nominated for Best Picture. The rest of the LAFCA awards were split amongst a wide range of films: Danny Boyle for director, Sean Penn for Actor, Happy-Go-Lucky’s Sally Hawkins as Actor, and, in the biggest wealth-spreading move of all, Waltz With Bashir as Best Animated Film.

    Now, today, the New York Film Critics Circle are voting on thier awards as we speak, and the results are leaking in dribs and drabs via member Mike D’Angelo’s Twitter stream. Like their LA counterparts, the New York critics have so far shared the love amongst a number of pictures––Rachel Getting Married for its screenplay, Slumdog Millionaire for its cinematography, Hawkins for Actress, Mike Leigh for Best Director––and so unless Happy-Go-Lucky takes Best Picture, we can either call this magnanimity, or we can call it what it likely is: there is not a single film this year that stands head and shoulders above the rest.

    Sure, some critics have favorites, but some of the best loved films of the year are also the least critically defensible. Those critics sucked in by Slumdog Millionaire, this year’s little choo choo that could, obviously have not as of yet been able to convince their (cynical? rational?) peers of its alleged total brilliance. It seems to be Sean Penn’s year, but beyond its performances the love for Milk doesn’t seem to run deep (or maybe it does — see update below). And everybody seems to agree that the bulk of the much-anticipated year-end expected Oscar sweepers –– the Benjamin Buttons, the Revolutionary Roads ––are “enh” at best.

    It’s still super, super early; Oscar nominations are almost six weeks away. But as I said in an IM conversation yesterday, if 2008 is an interesting year, it’s only because the films engineered for attention haven’t been that interesting.

    UPDATE, 12:46 PM: D’Angelo just Twittered that the NYFCC has selected Milk as Best Picture. The NYFCC are known for their contentious voting sessions, and there was some delay before the announcement of the final award, so stories of inter-Circle squabbling may be soon to come.


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  • Mumblecore Goes to Hollywood. Trade Roughage 12/10/08

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    • Jay and Mark Duplass are abandoning the mumblecore movement for Hollywood. And not only will they work with a bigger budget, they’ve also acquired an Apatow-appropriate cast featuring John C. Reilly, Jonah Hill and Marisa Tomei. The untitled comedy (formerly called Safety Man) will have us believe that Tomei actually birthed Hill and still looks as good as she does.
    • Let the Mamma Mia! copycats come forward: New Line has bought the rights to the Off-Broadway musical Rock of Ages, which features a ton of 1980s rock anthems from bands like Journey, Twisted Sister, Foreigner, REO Speedwagon, Styx and Mr. Big (see the full list of musical numbers here). Despite the title, though, there’s apparently no Def Leppard. Start growing your mullet now and we’ll see you on opening night for some heavy metal sing-a-long goodness.
    • While Hollywood is abuzz with news of one female director being canned from a franchise, Fox 2000 has signed on another female director to take over a franchise. Of course, it’s only Betty Thomas and the movie she’s been hired for is Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakuel (yes, that’s the real title), so it’s still not that exciting a step for womankind.
    • Brad Pitt will star in The Lost City of Z, a true story in which he’ll play Col. Percy Fawcett, an explorer who allegedly served as the inspiration for both Indiana Jones and Kent Allard (aka The Shadow). James Gray is directing.
    • We still have to wait almost a year before seeing Benicio Del Toro as The Wolfman, since Universal pushed back the horror remake from April to November. Also, Ridley Scott’s Nottingham is delayed until 2010.

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