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  • Stop, Speed Racer, Stop!

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    The Matrix  (1999)

    Speed Racer  (2008)

    In their first directing effort since the Matrix Trilogy, Larry and Andy Wachowski have taken a gamble by adapting the Japanese anime "Speed Racer" into a full-length summer blockbuster. Their goal was to reach a wider audience by consciously striving for a PG-rating, thereby bringing "Matrix"-like action to what is essentially a family film. After a star-heavy trailer with unique, dizzying coloration and goosebump-inducing slow-mo shots, prospects looked good for an entertaining adrenaline rush.

    But after the final product, the word that best describes "Speed Racer" is "unnecessary." If the Wachowskis are trying to be faithful to a Japanese cartoon that survives in pop culture memory largely because of its theme song, they're wasting their time. The show means nothing to audiences and the supposed authentic anime look on which the filmmakers focus the majority of their efforts siphons any hope for suspense or legitimate thrills.

    The plot is likewise lackluster. Speed Racer (Emile Hirsch) has always been focused on racing. Looking up to his deceased brother Rex, a professional driver himself, Speed takes to the craft and quickly rises to the ranks of the top racers. After rejecting an offer from a wealthy rival team, Speed and his family's lives are tainted by the efforts of the organization's power-hungry and cheating owner, Royalton. Pulling together as a family, Speed teams with unexpected allies in an attempt to expose Royalton's unjust actions the only way he can: through racing. Yikes.

    The Wachowskis should be using their talents on original concepts, not turning a preexisting idea into what is intended to be innovated filmmaking. As a result of its ultimate unoriginality, "Speed Racer" feels tired and drags in the same ways the last two "Matrix" films failed to keep consistent excitement or general interest.

    Unfortunately for a high-tech action film, no matter its target audience, "Speed Racer" lacks any jaw-dropping moments so prevalent in The Matrix, Lord of the Rings, and new Star Wars Trilogies. The Wachowskis instead use their advanced technology to craft a so-so anime world that's too candy-coated to serve a purpose. In a world where drivers either lace all of their food with Bonine or the cockpits have anti-dizziness features, the ever-spinning race cars steal any suspense from all of the action sequences. The aforementioned jolting slow-mo scenes from the trailer are identifiable, but their lack of build-up combined with an overall absence of peril make for an interminable lesson in dullness.

    As for the cast, Matthew Fox is superb as the masked and anonymous Racer X, and Roger Allam makes for an effective and utterly cartoonish villain, but the rest of the characters are fairly static. John Goodman, as Pops Racer, looks like Super Mario while Susan Sarandan and Christina Ricci fade into the background as Mom Racer and Speed's "girlfriend" Trixie, respectively. Then there is the ridiculous combo of little brother Spritle Racer (don't doubt the Racers' fertility!) and family monkey Chim Chim, neither of whom provide their intended comic relief. Their screen time is ridiculously long and should have been the first casualty in the adaptation process.

    But most unfortunate is Hirsch as Speed himself. Fox's performance is impressive primarily because his dialogue is full of the emotion that has been absent from the entire film until his first scene, a fact that wouldn't be so noticeable had Hirsch showed any feeling at all. Speed's characterization is paper-thin, and on the heels of his impressive "Into The Wild" performance, Hirsch's lackluster turn is especially disappointing.

    It's time to accept that the Wachowskis had one good idea ("The Matrix") and instead of leaving it as a tremendous stand alone film, they stretched it into a nauseating trilogy. "Speed Racer" is a fantastic concept (the stills and trailer still garner wide-eyed wonder), but its execution is ultimately a failure. What should have been a big-screen treat turns up empty thrills that won't even dazzle on DVD.



  • Crack That Whip (2008 Edition)

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    In perhaps the all-time most significant fulfilling of cinematic expectations, Steven Spielberg and George Lucas successfully bring Indiana Jones back after a near 20-year hiatus, while Harrison Ford dispels any doubts than an older Indy is an ineffective Indy.

    "Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull" is the perfect companion to the late-'50s serials that helped inspire the adventurous archaeologist. Some of the plot points may seem hokey at first, but if you can accept that the Ark of the Covenant and the Holy Grail have been past series focal points, you'll agree that there can be no better era-appropriate focus.

    Ford is thoroughly convincing in reprising his most well-known character. There is no moment when you believe that he is incapable of fulfilling the attitude and, especially, the action requirements for the film and series. Each supporting character also receives appropriate development, additional signs that the saga is receiving proper care. Cate Blanchett continues her career consistency as an effective Russian baddie; Karen Allen shows why she's the most appealing "Jones Girl"; John Hurt flexes his talented range as modern-day conquistador; Ray Winstone, as Jones' tricky WWII buddy Mack, is interesting enough, but the weakest of the core characters; and Shia LaBeouf is a welcome addition as motorcycle-riding greaser Mutt Williams, Indy's best sidekick outside of Henry Jones Sr.

    Since "The Lost World," Spielberg's films have employed a clean look, notably utilizing the advancements in cinematic technology perhaps better than anyone (outside of Lucas, the purveyor of such advancements). With the first glimpses at the reawakening of the "Indiana Jones" story, this polished appearance seems out of place compared to the previous beloved chapters' grainy, historic feel. But a step back reveals a hidden benefit to such a crisp style. The ahead-of-its-time cinematography may be somewhat inappropriate, but it helps accentuate the unintentionally-corny Cold War look that helped inspire the series' boyhood joys. The result is not quite to the no-budget simplicity of a "Plan 9 From Outer Space," but still reminiscent of a past era. Through this apparent consistency issue, the filmmakers are actually paying additional homage to their preteen loves and passing the technological savings on to us.

    So, have no worries. The kings of filmmaking fun are back with their most appealing character to restore non-stop pleasure to multiplexes. You'll laugh, gasp, squirm, and smile, all the while convinced that you're back in (at least) the '80s.


  • "Prince" Is More Accurate

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    Not Ossie Davis or Cicely Tyson's greatest work (they generally sound unconvincingly worked up), but Paul Winfield is excellent as MLK Jr.  Filling out the cast is a who's who of black supporting actors (Mr. Tibbs from the "In The Heat of the Night" TV show!  The black Ghostbuster!  The dude who played Elijah Mohammed in "Malcolm X"!).

    The story, though linear and convincing, is full of made-for-TV moments that clearly identify it as a late '70s miniseries.  The overall effect is a success, driven by moving recreations of King's best-known speeches, but the occasional historically inaccurate scene dramatizes King's efforts to mind-numbing simplicity.  MLK does deserve better and I know some guys who can deliver the goods.


  • Who-spotting

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    "Horton Hears a Who!" is the latest charming value-teaching movie with cutting-edge computer animation and a bevy of celebrity voices. 

    Based on the book by Dr. Seuss, it's the story of Horton (Jim Carrey), a kind, innocent elephant determined to protect the world of Whoville. Horton finds a friend in Whoville's mayor (Steve Carell), and as neither quirky male finds support in his respective world, they must take solo action to keep Whoville safe on each end.

    Just as important as the Seuss pedigree and lessons of unity and perspective is the talented cast. Carrey's and Carell's "aw, shucks" comedic voices translate well to animation. 

    After a pair of disastrous forays into live-action, the many winning facets of "Horton" prove that the magical Seuss world can be done justice only through animation. 

    But even with the successful inclusion of the now-expected legion of adult references, it's incapable of expanding the genre expectations of modern animated films, making it as predictable as a child's lollipop.


  • Frosty Men

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    Grizzly Man  (2005)

    "Encounters at the End of the World," Werner Herzog's first documentary since "Grizzly Man" chronicles the lives of scientists living in the far reaches of Antarctica at McMurdo Station. The desolate community, resembling a mining town, is populated with an odd assortment of top researchers and those who are dubbed "Ph.Ds washing dishes."

    Set to a soundtrack of Gregorian chants and haunting strings, Herzog's cinematographer captures the wonders of this foreign land with simple beauty that resonates to the atmosphere. Snowy landscapes of incomprehensible magnitudes extend in all directions. Under the ice, creatures reminiscent of '50s sci-fi films thrive in the frigid waters and co-exist with microscopic organisms newly-discovered on a near daily basis.

    And then there are the penguins, the cinematically-famous animals which Herzog explicitly dismisses as intended subjects of his film. Keeping exposure to a minimum, the film instead features a purely comic and tragic side of the birds. At different times, a lone penguin breaks from his group and runs off in a separate direction to face a guaranteed death. The determination of each confused little fellow is baffling itself, and even though the scientists witness the strange behavior, their rule is not to interfere with the animal's actions.

    Herzog's narration is quirky and inquisitive, the perfect balance of an informed yet curious stranger on the ice continent. As he meets the cast of characters comprising the unique ensemble, Herzog confronts people so dedicated to their work that little exists but their studies. Casual conversation quickly falls into silence and the filmmaker's struggle to continue the dialogue makes for quality uncomfortable humor.

    Ideal for an IMAX theatre, "Encounters at the End of the World" is slow to build but absolutely sings with each captivating look at this bizarrely wonderful look at nature.


  • Beads and Moon Pies

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    Having spoken with Margaret Brown for the Daily Tar Heel preview piece on documentaries and the Full Frame Documentary Film Festival, the screening of "The Order of Myths" easily became the most anticipated film of the festival. After learning of the film from Filmspotting's Sundance coverage, I relayed the information to Dr. W. Barnes Tatum, a native of Mobile, Ala., the film's setting. He quickly found out that Brown is the niece of a childhood friend of his, and the connection for the valuable interview was established.

    Barnes and his wife Linda joined me in the theatre for the Full Frame screening, serving as a direct Mobile resource should questions arise.

    Mobile, Ala. is home to the nation's oldest Mardi Gras festival. During the two weeks of pageants and parades, the locals abide by a tradition of racially segregated celebrations, simultaneously exposing behavior that is both taboo and honored.

    Director Margaret Brown's expert use of irony and social commentary in "The Order of Myths" is as captivating as the elaborate and pricey galas of the 2007 occurrence. The uncomfortably real moments are most evident through a running theme of whites making reference to future hopes for equality, then handing off a discarded piece of china to a black server working an all-white event. The tension peaks when members of the black Mardi Gras queen's family comment that their ancestors were brought to Mobile on the slave ship Clotilda by ancestors of the white queen's family. The just-so manner in which the black family references its past is consistent throughout the film, keeping tensions to a minimum but acknowledging them nonetheless.

    The sense of ambivalence is also prevalent on the white side. Comments are made concerning hopes for integrated celebrations, but the same people later express a desire for maintaining the rich traditions that are enjoyed by each group. Folks acknowledge the touchiness of the situation and how the Mobile celebrations are different by exhibiting such throwback values, but few are in a hurry to make a change.

    An additional layer of intrigue is found in the film's first interviewee, a friendly-looking and eerily familiar older Southern gentleman. His second appearance identified him as Dwain Luce and it clicked that he was featured in Ken Burns' "The War." Curious if Luce's celebrity status had influenced Brown's editing decision to place him at the film's opening, those wonderings were shattered in Luce's final clip when an additional identifier appeared below his name: "My Grandfather." At that moment, a world of connections were established, tying the film and Mobile and Brown to Barnes and Burns and me! It was a stunning epiphany that made me feel, through my dual-film appreciation of Luce and rapport with Brown, like Dwain Luce's unknown friend.

    Barnes called the film "flawless as film and social commentary" and "the perfect autopsy of Mobile."


 

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