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The Age of Innocence

Review No. 494

Atmospherically, it’s a wedding juxtaposed against a funeral.

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A-PLUS

DIRECTED BY MARTIN SCORSESE. PRODUCED BY BARBARA DE FINA AND BRUCE S. PUSTIN. SCREENPLAY BY SCORSESE AND JAY COCKS. BASED ON “THE AGE OF INNOCENCE” BY EDITH WHARTON. NARRATED BY JOANNE WOODWARD. STARRING DANIEL DAY-LEWIS (NEWLAND ARCHER), MICHELLE PFEIFFER (COUNTESS ELLEN OLENSKA), AND WINONA RYDER (MAY WELLAND). ALSO STARRING ALEXIS SMITH, GERALDINE CHAPLIN, MARY BETH HURT, ALEC McCOWEN, RICHARD E. GRANT, MIRIAM MARGOLYES, ROBERT SEAN LEONARD, SIÂN PHILLIPS, CAROLYN FARINA, JONATHAN PRYCE, MICHAEL GOUGH, NORMAN LLOYD, AND STUART WILSON. FEATURING CAMEO APPEARANCES BY MARTIN SCORSESE, CHARLES SCORSESE, CATHERINE SCORSESE, AND TAMASIN DAY-LEWIS. DISTRIBUTED BY COLUMBIA PICTURES ON OCTOBER 1, 1993. PRODUCED IN ENGLISH BY THE UNITED STATES. RUNS 2 HOURS, 19 MINUTES. RATED PG BY THE MPAA, FOR THEMATIC ELEMENTS AND SOME MILD LANGUAGE.

THE AGE OF INNOCENCE WAS WATCHED ON JUNE 6, 2013.

“Cinema is a matter of what’s in the frame and what’s out.” –Martin Scorsese

It may seem like a cliché, as a drama about love, death, marriage, divorce, and infidelity. But if there is such a thing as a “sophisticated soap opera,” it’s The Age of Innocence. At the very least, the 1870s setting allows the aforementioned “soap opera” ideas to unsettle and enthrall the audience, not bore it with gossip.

What we have here is a film from auteur Martin Scorsese, who directed and co-wrote with Jay Cocks. It’s also a brilliant anomaly. I’ve seen his entire oeuvre, save for Bringing Out the Dead (1999) and The Last Temptation of Christ (1988), and not once have I noticed what he does with his characters here. Rather than giving them intrigue by getting under their skulls, Scorsese has made them intriguing with mysterious personalities. The Age of Innocence is a romance, but that there’s always a character hiding something, provides the tale with ominous, suspenseful undertones. The cast represents this flawlessly: Daniel Day-Lewis as a quiet, reserved lawyer; Michelle Pfeiffer as a Polish Countess with a femme fatale persona; Winona Ryder as the leading male’s naïve and outgoing fiancée. It’s atmospherically a wedding juxtaposed against a funeral.

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Scandalous!

I was dreading The Age of Innocence, to be fairly honest. The film is based on a book by Edith Wharton, which concerned me greatly. I’d read her Ethan Frome last year. Basically, a book about a guy who’s sick and tired of his wife’s attempts to use hypochondria to get his attention, so he abandons her for his mistress. It’s a book I couldn’t wait to get finished with; you had to trust that the author was trying to say something important. From the looks of this early-’90s drama, Wharton’s Age of Innocence is completely different. I swore I’d never read another one of her books, but as it turns out, my interest has been piqued ever-so-desperately.

The Age of Innocence is a beautiful movie. The production is much less a movie than it is a stage play, with the commodities of cinema that make it even more majestic. The characters represent people we’d generally hate, but their mysterious, reserved attitudes make them likable. The music is so much like that of Debussy, you wouldn’t believe it’s an original score by Elmer Bernstein. Add in the costume design and you feel like a Reconstruction Era New Yorker dropping in on the story as it happens.

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Army of Darkness

Review No. 490

NOTE: This review regards the director’s cut.

“Army of Darkness” forgot its weapons.

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D

DIRECTED BY SAM RAIMI.  PRODUCED BY ROBERT TAPERT. WRITTEN BY SAM RAIMI AND IVAN RAIMI. STARRING BRUCE CAMPBELL (ASH WILLIAMS) AND EMBETH DAVIDTZ (SHEILA). ALSO STARRING MARCUS GILBERT, IAN ABERCROMBIE, RICHARD GROVE, TIMOTHY PATRICK QUILL, MICHAEL EARL REID, BRIDGET FONDA, PATRICIA TALLMAN, TED RAIMI, ANGELA FEATHERSTONE, NOAH GILLESPIE. DISTRIBUTED BY UNIVERSAL PICTURES ON FEBRUARY 19, 1993. PRODUCED IN ENGLISH BY THE UNITED STATES. DIRECTOR’S CUT RUNS 1 HOUR, 33 MINUTES; THEATRICAL CUT RUNS 1 HOUR, 29 MINUTES. DIRECTOR’S CUT RELEASED UNRATED BY THE MPAA; THEATRICAL CUT RATED R BY THE MPAA, FOR VIOLENCE AND HORROR.

ARMY OF DARKNESS WAS WATCHED ON MAY 31, 2013.

“Good. Bad. I’m the guy with the gun.” –Ash (Bruce Campbell)

Try and imagine what it would be like if Wes Craven suddenly made a Nightmare on Elm Street movie that put Freddy Krueger in a different persona. I mean a much different persona. For a good handful of movies, he’s a janitor who molests children, dies, and comes back to life to haunt the offspring of those who killed him. And now, all of a sudden, he’s a janitor with a smile that can turn a bad day around. Particularly for those who have seen the movie, it’s pretty difficult to imagine. If you think of such an ineffable change in terms of Sam Raimi’s Evil Dead trilogy, it’s almost impressive how much Army of Darkness changes the structure built in the first two movies. Of course, it’s so disappointing, you can’t afford to be impressed.

Army of Darkness started off on a good note. The cliffhanger ending in Evil Dead II was more than promising. Okay, so Ash (Bruce Campbell), his chainsaw, and his car have all been sucked into a tornado-like force of evil, which lands them in the Medieval Ages. So now the idea is that Ash wants his hands on the ancient Necronomicon (the Book of the Dead) so that he can destroy it and prevent every disaster that happened as a result of that cursed book. It sounds like something that would bring the bizarreness of the entire trilogy over the top and to a satisfying conclusion, but in all actuality, it’s far from that.

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YAAAWWNNN!!!!

Army of Darkness has one moment that evokes its two older brothers. We see a slave thrown into a well of sorts…pause…a geyser of blood. The sort of cheap, dark, death-centric comedy that we’re used to has returned! But note that this scene comes within the first five minutes. The rest is a mess. We have violence, but none of the gratuitous gore that made the first two so much fun. We have camp, too. That would be good, if only this was poking fun at the horror genre. It’s poking fun at basically every “King Arthur” story the way Monty Python did in 1975. The reason it fails is no one from that classic troupe is here to make the poor writing remotely funny.

Watching the Evil Dead trilogy is a bit like watching The Wizard of Oz, backwards. The first and second entry bring us to a place akin to Oz and Munchkinland. There’s a feeling of bizarreness and fear the whole time, but all that is subverted by the welcoming, upbeat, carefree attitude around us. It takes death to heart with gruesome hilarity. Then there’s a twister. Uh-oh. Now we’re back at Auntie Em’s for an hour and a half. As I watched Army of Darkness, I kept hearing Judy Garland sing “Over the Rainbow”. I was yearning for the much-better movie that it deserved to be.

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Strictly Ballroom

Review No. 479

Baz Luhrmann, take your Adderall.

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DIRECTED BY BAZ LUHRMANN.  PRODUCED BY TRISTRAM MIALL AND ANTOINETTE ALBERT. WRITTEN BY LUHRMANN, ANDREW BOVELL, AND CRAIG PEARCE. STARRING PAUL MERCURIO (SCOTT HASTINGS), TARA MORICE (FRAN), BILL HUNTER (BARRY FIFE), GIA CARIDES (LIZ HOLT), LAUREN HEWETT (KYLIE HASTINGS), AND ANTONIO VARGAS (RICO). ALSO STARRING PAT THOMSON, PETER WHITFORD, BARRY OTTO, ARMONIA BENEDITO, JOHN HANNAN, KERRY SHRIMPTON, KRIS McQUADE, SONIA KRUGER, TODD McKENNEY, PIP MUSHIN, LEONIE PAGE, STEVE GRACE. DISTRIBUTED BY MIRAMAX FILMS ON FEBRUARY 12, 1993. PRODUCED IN ENGLISH AND SPANISH BY AUSTRALIA. RUNS 1 HOUR, 34 MINUTES. RATED PG BY THE MPAA, FOR MILD LANGUAGE AND SENSUALITY.

STRICTLY BALLROOM WAS WATCHED ON MAY 18, 2013.

“There are no new steps!” –Barry Fife (Bill Hunter)

Director Baz Luhrmann’s films have been rambunctiously different in quality, wildly loopholing around the map as if it were his flashy style. You never know when he’s going to appease a crowd or enrage them; all you know is that, due to his interest in product placement and flamboyant (but, somehow, tame) trailers, he’ll have a crowd to react to him. We didn’t know that Romeo + Juliet would be a complete Baztardization of British literature, but it was. We didn’t expect Moulin Rouge! to be a near-definitive jukebox opera, but it was. We hoped for Australia to be a shorter ode to the outback, but it wasn’t. And no matter how much time we spend praying to whatever deity that Strictly Ballroom is not god-awful, that deity laughs. And he doesn’t stop until Baz is done masochistically torturing us.

I don’t want to spend time reviewing Strictly Ballroom. I don’t want to relive it. I don’t want to compliment it at all. Because I hated it. Fine, the music was decent. I’ll give it that, but if I knew what I was in for, I wouldn’t have gone ahead and pressed play, even on the conditions of these sped-up/slowed-down excerpts Baz has included here. I could be listening to the music while doing something else. Why didn’t I think of that in the first place? Am I that stupid?

Strictly Ballroom wants to put dancing on film. Lovingly. I mean, it’s Hans Christian Anderson’s The Ugly Duckling, except for ballroom dancing. Who doesn’t love The Ugly Duckling? Okay, I’ll be honest, it’s a good story, but if you can connect it to The Ugly Duckling, it’s a flaring cliché. Honestly, it’s an abomination to both dancing and film. There’s virtually nothing cinematic about this movie, other than that it’s filmed with a 35mm camera and has a crew assigned to it. The cast doesn’t know how to act in the least, and the crew goes far over the top with lighting, sound, editing, special effects, and costumes. If you, for whatever reason, are curious about the experience of an epileptic seizure, here’s your chance.

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That’s her reaction to him. For my reaction to “Strictly Ballroom”, please Google “A Clockwork Orange Ludovico torture scene.”

Baz Luhrmann co-wrote with two other mostly unfamiliar men, one of whom is his continuing writing collaborator Craig Pearce. Luhrmann is Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde in the field of pacing, and yes, it is very frightening indeed. He seems contained one moment. Oh it’s just a fine, simplistic dancing movie. People with Australian accents, talking daintily to one another like fine chums and chaps and the amicable blokes we are and whatnot. (Perhaps an Australian could teach me better slang.) Then, his medication wears off in an instant. We’re watching kangaroos hop across the screen to a cover version of Cyndi Lauper’s “Time After Time”. Except these aren’t kangaroos. These are humans. Moreover, they’re actors claiming to star in a real movie, and getting paid for doing so!

Please try and reason with me as to why this is one of the greatest movies of all time. I’m astonished that critics seem to think so. But at this point, when Rotten Tomatoes reports that “95% of critics liked it,” that statistic means absolutely nothing to me. Because, guess what, 20% of me liked it. That’s a generous twenty for something as simple as the renditions we hear in the audio, especially when I could be listening to it elsewhere.

I know what you’re thinking. You want me to shut up at this point. I should, or else I’ll start directing movies, and my obnoxious, vocal, repetitively flamboyant attitude may transform me into a theoretical “Son of Luhrmann”. As in Son of Dracula, or Son of Frankenstein, but Son of Luhrmann, which is ten times more horrifying. Oh, look at the exit music cutting me off. It appears to fit the occasion quite nicely, and it seems as if spoken by the great Roger Ebert himself:

“I hated this movie. Hated hated hated hated hated this movie. Hated it. Hated every simpering stupid vacant audience-insulting moment of it. Hated the sensibility that thought anyone would like it. Hated the implied insult to the audience by its belief that anyone would be entertained by it.”

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The Fugitive

Review No. 465

The perfect blend of action and drama.

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A

DIRECTED BY ANDREW DAVIS. SCREENPLAY BY JEB STUART AND DAVID TWOHY. STORY BY TWOHY. BASED ON “THE FUGITIVE” BY ROY HUGGINS. STARRING HARRISON FORD (DR. RICHARD KIMBLE) AND TOMMY LEE JONES (DEPUTY MARSHAL SAMUEL GERARD). ALSO STARRING ANDREAS KATSULAS, DANIEL ROEBUCK, JEROEN KRABBÉ, JOE PANTOLIANO, JOSEPH KOSALA, JULIANNE MOORE, L. SCOTT CALDWELL, RON DEAN, SELA WARD, AND TOM WOOD. DISTRIBUTED BY WARNER BROS. ON AUGUST 6, 1993. PRODUCED IN ENGLISH BY THE UNITED STATES. RUNS 2 HOURS, 10 MINUTES. RATED PG-13 BY THE MPAA, FOR A MURDER AND OTHER ACTION SEQUENCES IN AN ADVENTURE SETTING.

THE FUGITIVE WAS WATCHED ON APRIL 21, 2013.

“I don’t care!” –Samuel Gerard (Tommy Lee Jones)

Harrison Ford is one of the toughest badasses around Hollywood. The majority of action heroes would beg for a stunt double. More often than not, he requests that he do it all himself, regardless of whether smashing his face and limbs against glass will require surgery. Most commonly, it’s been a mere excuse to make a great popcorn flick, but in The Fugitive, he does it all to exhibit his character’s determination.

The Fugitive is fuel for the heart, be it for adrenaline or strong emotion. Ironically enough, its protagonist, Dr. Richard Kimble (Harrison Ford), is a cardiologist. Beyond that, he’s just a man, a good Samaritan. But he’s lost his honor: he has been accused of his wife’s brutal murder. Now he has been dubbed a fugitive, while he actually has set out to find the man who did kill his wife. Kimble is the ideal character to root for, unless you simply couldn’t stand Atticus Finch (To Kill a Mockingbird) or Lester Burnham (American Beauty)–similar characters who go through hell to prove their innocence and devotion.

On the other end is the man chasing him: Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard (Tommy Lee Jones). It is apparent that his character was written with inspiration from Inspector Javert from Les Misérables; Gerard is the perfect replication, only brought to greater heights by Jones’s tour de force performance. We don’t mind the character at first. He’s just doing his job, right? Yes, but he does it to exemplify his authority, not to support the community. He seems more and more detestable as the story proceeds; it’s almost impossible to notice the moment he has a change of heart.

I truly enjoyed The Fugitive. The film is an adaptation of a 1960s TV series; simply put, I cannot imagine this much depth on television of any age. The film does go a bit over the top with improbability. Our hero barely makes it out of a bus before a train wrecks it; he also jumps a waterfall to avoid being arrested…and survives. But where is plausibility in the action genre? I don’t know about you, but I think if I identify any scene as unforgettable, it’s the climactic scenes. I don’t remember the last time I held my breath for so long.

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Last Action Hero

Day Four of the Two-Week Torturefest

Boring “Last Action Hero”. That spells “BLAH”.

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Directed by: John McTiernan
Screenplay by: Shane Black and David Arnott
Story by: Zak Penn and Adam Leff
Jack Slater: Arnold Schwarzenegger
John Practice: F. Murray Abraham
Benedict: Charles Dance
Lieutenant Dekker: Frank McRae
Nick: Robert Prosky
Tony Vivaldi: Anthony Quinn
Danny Madigan: Austin O’Brien
Death: Ian McKellen
Also Starring: Art Carney, Mercedes Ruehl, Tom Noonan

Distributed by Columbia Pictures June 18, 1993. Produced in English by the United States. Runs 130 mins. Rated PG-13 by the MPAA–violence.

Last Action Hero was watched on February 9, 2013.

[insert mess of clichés that seem like classic adages here]

Last Action Hero is a strange, frenetically clustered paradigm of confusion and contradiction. This is a film that wants to be like The Purple Rose of Cairo and Cinema Paradiso. The opening sequences–and much of the rest–even play out akin those two classics. Hell, the film puts an even greater spell of disbelief on us (or tries to, at least): the main character is as much a movie aficionado as myself, pointing out the most rampant movie mistakes and alluding to the classics like clockwork–and on top of it all, he’s an immature pre-adolescent.

I’m not doubting the youngster at all. I’m glad he has such a knack with moviegoing. What puzzles me is that Last Action Hero isn’t aimed for those who will appreciate the character. This wasn’t made for movie maniacs, nor was it made for action fiends. I’m sure these junkies would rather rent some of Ahnold’s more explosive movies–particularly a then-recent one, and still similar one, Terminator 2–then waste their time here.

So who is the audience? Those between the ages of 8 and 12. They may find Last Action Hero funny and exciting simply because it was exaggerated for cheesy, childlike standards. The film goes nuts pointing out its PG-13 rating to the audience, “breaking the fourth wall” more avidly than Mel Brooks. And I’m fine with craziness, as long as it’s done right. Not here.

The film is loaded with nods to movies. I could spot them out as if the script had some distinct feature to it, simply because I’ve seen the movies. Ooh, he mentioned Rosemary’s Baby. Kid, the movie you’re referring to is Witness, starring Harrison Ford and Kelly McGillis. Several references to Die Hard, since John McTiernan is directing this one, too. Look, there’s Ian McKellen doing what Max von Sydow did decades ago in The Seventh Seal. Hooray for Blade Runner. At least I could play “Guess the Movie” rather than tuning out during the last forty-five minutes.

I may have said it already, but I’ll say it again. No kid who wants to see Last Action Hero will get any of these references. They’d know what to expect: a chatterbox kid runs away from home to a movie theater, purchases a mystical ticket, and then gets sucked into a movie starring Jack Slater (Arnold Schwarzenegger), who thinks it’s real life. Wait, that’s the plot. The audience’s expectations are fighting, explosions, sound effects, and screaming. The good news is, that’s what they get. The bad news is, that’s all they get.

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Wild Wild West – the insultingly awful movie Will Smith chose over “The Matrix”.

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Groundhog Day

Review No. 403

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The Bottom Line: Funny and intelligent to no discernible end.

Directed by: Harold Ramis
Screenplay by: Danny Rubin and Harold Ramis
Story by: Danny Rubin
Phil Connors: Bill Murray
Rita: Andy MacDowell
Larry: Chris Elliott
Also Starring: Brian Doyle-Murray, Rick Ducommun, Stephen Tobolowsky

Distributed by Columbia Pictures on February 12, 1993. Produced in English by the United States. Runs 101 mins. Rated PG by the MPAA for some thematic elements.

Groundhog Day was watched on January 27, 2012.

Phil: “I’m A god — I’m not THE God, I don’t think.”
Rita: “Because you survived a car wreck?”
Phil: “I didn’t just survive a wreck; I wasn’t just blown up yesterday. I have been stabbed, shot, poisoned, frozen, hung, electrocuted and burned.”

Groundhog Day isn’t just an urban myth that we Americans celebrate, in order to preserve our grand, unintelligible idiocy. It’s the most overblown, morbidly puerile excuses for a holiday. For those who may be unfamiliar with the “holiday,” let me give you the gist (as if you need it, anyhow). A groundhog wakes up at dawn on February 2nd. His name is Punxsutawney Phil, and with that kind of stupid-ass name, he may as well be the mascot for…whatever baseball team there may be in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania. Anyhow, he looks scared to death, but there’s several people dressed in black, with top hats and overbites, that look so frightening, the groundhog is comparatively tame in appearance.

If they’re frightening enough, Punxsutawney Phil will run back into his little burrow–scared out of his wits, the poor thing. The idiots of Pennsylvania will always misinterpret that as: “He saw his shadow! Six more weeks of winter!” If the rat–excuse me, groundhog–seems disinterested or just zoned out (though according to Freudian psychotherapy, his subconscious probably wants to put itself under a guillotine), spring will come earlier and the people in Punxsutawney need to find a better way to scare the groundhog (maybe clown costumes?). Fact: spring begins the same day every year. A rodent can’t change science.

In case I have not made myself clear, I hate what happens every February 2nd. I live in Pennsylvania, for crying out loud, just a few hours away from where this event happens every year. Yet I have to go to school just as I do every other day? Some red letter day this is! Actually, if I were to count every time I’ve watched Groundhog Day on a Groundhog Day, I have enjoyed February 2nd as much as a real holiday. In other words, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve seen the film. The first time must have been when I was in second or third grade, and I’ve only grown to love it more and more.

I find the fantasy genre almost impressively misunderstood. I’d assume that if I asked you what your favorite fantasy film was, and granted you no more than fifteen seconds to respond, you’d settle on either the Harry Potter saga or The Lord of the Rings. We’ve come to understand fantasy as those two “high fantasy” archetypes, and quite frankly, this subgenre can often be less enjoyable. Combine the fantasy genre with something light and endearing, yet deep and thoughtful, and you have genuine magic. The Purple Rose of Cairo. The Truman Show. E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial. These are all films with characters, tales, settings, and happenings we can all relate to in authentic ways; each film has virtually one plot twist to establish them as fantasies.

Groundhog Day takes this neat little process into a philosophical pondering. We’ve all had a day we thought was the worst day of our life, and we’ve all wondered what it would be like if we were to wake up the next morning to the same day as before. Groundhog Day ingeniously pairs the two. Phil (Bill Murray) is a weatherman in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He’s egocentric, and it’s hard to say he loves his job, so much as he stays with it because he thinks he’s a celebrity. (He even says it to 9-1-1!) And one day, his ego takes the turn of a groundhog that has just eaten a broken record. The man is Ebenezer Scrooge for Groundhog Day. Every year, he goes to Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania to report on the same story he hates and has given up on trying to fathom the hype over. He goes to bed. Glad that day’s over. Then he wakes up the next morning to the same alarm: Sonny & Cher’s “I Got You Babe” followed by a reminder that it’s Groundhog Day. And every time he goes to bed, he wakes up that way, confining the thread of spirit he once had, into six weeks of the same winter day (probably more than that, actually).

Groundhog Day is a marvelous fable. Well-written (save for the final scenes of cliché attire), well-acted, and funny like never before. The film stars Bill Murray. We’d associate him with the words “introverted” or “melancholy” just as easily as Jack Nicholson with “crazy.” Murray’s practically playing himself here, which is always a delight to know. The man is a genius when it comes to method acting. More often than not, he uses the script as a mere basis for becoming his characters, then ad libs half of it. Even with a strictly comedic director like Harold Ramis (Caddyshack, National Lampoon’s Vacation), I’d imagine Groundhog Day not being nearly as madly funny without his spontaneous input.

It’s amazing and yet so ironic how meaningful the film is, despite sharing its name with a downright meaningless festivity. The film is the soliloquy, as co-written by Danny Rubin and director Ramis. Bill Murray takes Hamlet’s namesake and begins pacing around the screen. To be or not to be for the few hours between self-destruction and alarm clock. That is the question. Whether ’tis nobler for the spirit to redeem its own self-addiction, or to self-indulge on an endless clockwork. To die, to wake up again. The fair Punxsutawney Phil! Groundhog, on thy “holiday” be this review remember’d.

Phil: “It’s the same things your whole life. ‘Clean up your room!’, ‘Stand up straight!’, ‘Pick up your feet!’, ‘Take it like a man!’, ‘Be nice to your sister!’, ‘Don’t mix beer and wine, ever!’. Oh yeah — ‘Don’t drive on the railroad tracks!’
Gus: “Eh, Phil… That’s one I happen to agree with.”

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Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

Mrs. Doubtfire

Review No. 401

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The Bottom Line: I “doubt” Robin Williams can get much funnier.

Directed by: Chris Columbus
Screenplay by: Randi Mayem Singer and Leslie Dixon
Based on: “Alias Madame Doubtfire” by Anne Fine
Daniel Hillard: Robin Williams
“Mrs. Euphegenia Doubtfire”: Robin Williams
Miranda Hillard: Sally Field
Lydia Hillard: Lisa Jakub
Chris Hillard: Matthew Lawrence
Natalie Hillard: Mara Wilson
Stu Denmeyer: Pierce Brosnan
Also Starring: Anne Haney, Harvey Fierstein, Martin Mull, Polly Holliday, Robert Prosky, Scott Capurro, Todd Williams

Distributed by 20th Century Fox on November 24, 1993. Produced in English by the United States and the United Kingdom. Runs 125 mins. Rated PG-13 by the MPAA for some sexual references.

Mrs. Doubtfire was watched on January 26, 2013.

“Look, Natty. That’s called liposuction.” –Mrs. Doubtfire (Robin Williams)

Robin Williams is an exceedingly talented actor. That’s difficult to deny. Williams was one of only 20(!) freshmen accepted into the Juilliard School in 1973; he dropped out in 1976, went on to stand-up comedy the following year, and then to his first feature film role in 1980. In 1997, Williams accepted his long-delayed first Academy Award. A supporting role in a drama, not a leading role in a comedy.

What troubles me is his “funny guy” namesake. Yes, Williams has done stand-up comedy, but considering that came before his film career, he could probably be performing just as well in dramas, even science fiction if he had worked at Comic-Con in 1977. He’s also no ordinary actor. You give him a comedy and he won’t grab it from you; he’ll analyze it closely and work out each word to make sure the written humor suits him. Sometimes, Williams can prove himself something of a dyslexic pug and choose projects like Hook and RV, thus acting off of poorly written attempts at humor, and never earning a single laugh. Others, he can sniff out the right bone and read it spot-on.

Mrs. Doubtfire is a prime example of the latter case, gathering some of the actor’s best humor into a comedy. It’s just as much a drama, however, a fact that is equally endearing and delighting. Our story revolves around Daniel, a family man whose life takes a detour when too many people in a single day misinterpret his good intentions. He works as an extravagant voice actor for a children’s cartoon show; when he notices he is voicing a cartoon that puts tobacco use in a blatant light, he decides to spontaneously ad lib a more wholesome message. All while the tiny character’s throat is jammed with a cigarette, unable to talk. It appears this is the umpteenth time he has attempted to make the cartoon…well, wholesome. Those in the studio are sick of him “playing Gandhi,” so he quits his job.

This is on the day of his son’s twelfth birthday. Daniel loves spending time with his three kids, even if it means being a kid. Unfortunately, the results aren’t consistently pleasant. When his wife sees that he has turned an old-fashioned birthday party into a manic romp around the house, sided with zoo animals and rap music, she goes nuts. In fact, she files for divorce. This doesn’t shock him so much as that he only has custody on Saturdays, and he has yet to begin moving in to a new house, yet to find a new job. That much custody, however, does not mean that he can only see his kids once a week. Daniel soon discovers that his ex-wife needs a housekeeper, so he deftly plasters himself into a sexagenarian Brit named Mrs. Doubtfire.

Mrs. Doubtfire was the sixth film directed by Chris Columbus. This is the director of Home Alone and Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, and most of his other films center on either a family or a child. In fact, out of the fifteen, only two aren’t. One is a fun, musical guilty pleasure known as Rent–which was no less than tied to the electric chair by box office and critics alike. The other, I Love You, Beth Cooper–a summer teen comedy which earned $3 million less than it spent, and had several periodicals hailing it the “worst of the year.”

But even those two films had what the rest of the Columbus filmography exhibits greatly. Each of those two films was based on blatantly R-rated material, but it’s only in Columbus’s style to weigh them at a PG-13. Mrs. Doubtfire, unfortunately, assesses the style in a way that’s quite uneven. This, too, is rated PG-13. It is a family movie, but not in the literal sense that it’s meant for the entire family. Yet much of the movie wants to be so sweet, as if appealing to an audience too young for the film. It even ends on a message that is anything but subtle.

To me, the quiddity of the film is a parable, not a story, nor a series of events. The message is that sometimes, even the most determined human must find the right pair of shoes to take the extra step. It’s deep and accurate, particularly for a film with Williams in an utterly hysterical role. Mrs. Doubtfire is not an entirely realistic movie, but it shows no desire to be anything otherwise.

If you look at the film as a failed attempt at assessing family life, I pity you. If this were an undisturbed, upright representation of a family after a divorce, the charade would have been figured out in no time, and “Mrs. Doubtfire” would be out of the body suit and back into the apartment, unpacking boxes. It’s a sad thought, indeed, because even a viewer can see how much of a gentle, warm “lady,” who–underneath–is simply a harmless, caring man who dearly loves his kids.

“She” doesn’t whistle while she works. Instead, “she” listens to Aerosmith and pounds it out on “her” mop. (Again, the song is “Dude (Looks Like a Lady)”, so in a supposed reality, it would have given “her” right away.) If there’s anything intentionally realistic about the movie, it’s having a good time with it. It’s difficult not to tell that the cast was having a blast, and as far as I’m concerned, anyone with a heart of respectable size should too.

Postscript: I actually went to the house where Mrs. Doubtfire was filmed on a San Francisco bus tour, back in October. I hadn’t seen the movie at the time, but now I consider it a bragging right. Oh, and the house actually IS on 2640 Steiner Street!

B

Cinema Paradiso

Robin Hood: Men in Tights

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Bottom Line: Mel Brooks looks at “Robin Hood” through a hand-crafted kaleidoscope.

Directed by: Mel Brooks
Robin Hood: Cary Elwes
Also Starring: Amy Yasbeck, David Chappelle, Eric Allan Kramer, Isaac Hayes, Mark Blankfield, Megan Cavanagh, Richard Lewis, Roger Rees

Ahchoo (David Chappelle): “Hey, Blinkin!”
Blinkin (Mark Blankfield): “Did you say ‘Abe Lincoln’?”

Mel Brooks is a genius. I feel like a broken record, earning another vinyl tear every time I write about one of his films. But the fact that he is a genius, is difficult to avoid or miss. I’ve been a fan of his work since as young as ten years old, and he’s easily the greatest “spoofernaut.” The typical modern parody is a mess of pop culture references and “humor” that’s about as core as referencing films in conversation. Such films have nerve claiming to be something of the Brooks oeuvre, in which satire and subtleties are carefully maneuvered, regardless of what film or genre is being mocked. Robin Hood: Men in Tights is a silly, upbeat misadventure. Now keep in mind that prior to this lampoon, the old folklore “Robin Hood” had enjoyed at least thirty silver screen adaptations. Mel Brooks clearly has a lot of fun with the script.

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What’s Eating Gilbert Grape

Bottom Line: A surprisingly optimistic look at a dysfunctional family.

Directed by: Lasse Hallstrom
Starring: Crispin Glover, Darlene Cates, John C. Reilly, Johnny Depp, Juliette Lewis, Kevin Tighe, Laura Harrington, Leonardo DiCaprio, Mary Kate Schellhardt, Mary Steenburgen

WHAT’S EATING GILBERT GRAPE is a deeply touching story. We’re used to dramas about dysfunctional families, so the tale isn’t terribly original, but it is still quite moving. Gilbert Grape (Johnny Depp) is a young adult male, most likely in his early 20′s. He is the son of a once-beauty queen and the brother of a mentally retarded boy named Arnie (Leonardo DiCaprio), who is about to celebrate his eighteenth birthday. Gilbert is struck with the misfortune of his father’s death, and his mother’s monstrous weight prohibits her from moving anywhere too far from the couch, which leaves Gilbert himself, a patient, caring man, in charge of his family.

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Schindler’s List

Bottom Line: Schindler’s List is a must-see.  An emotional, poignant look at the Holocaust.

Directed by: Steven Spielberg
Starring: Ben Kingsley, Liam Neeson, Ralph Fiennes

Steven Spielberg’s historical and biographical motion picture adaptation of Thomas Keneally’s Booker Prize-winning novel Schindler’s Ark is not moving, but rather changing the ways we view the Holocaust.

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