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Picard Maneuver

November 18th, 2009

JJ Abrams presents a movie called Star Trek. It’s a bold move, to be sure, and career suicide unless you get it right. Trekkies and Trekkers are downright rabid when you piss in their Wheaties.

So, which is it? Did Abrams get it right, or is it piss flakes for breakfast?

The film is a prequel – it tells the story of how the bridge crew we all know came to be. Rather than be trapped by such mundane details as established canon, Abrams slaps the universe with a big old pile of time-paradoxing angry Romulans to give himself some running room to let established characters have freedom to do new things.

But it’s just not Trek unless they do a lot of the old things, too. Kirk bangs a green chick. Bones quips that he’s just a doctor. Shaun of the Dead is gavin’ ‘er all shays gaht. Spock neck pinches and/or mind melds, depending on which Spock you mean.

Yup, not just new Spock, Nimoy is back. It says something that he was willing to sign on for pointy ears one more time, considering how willing he normally is to turn down projects.

The attempt is to make Trek cool for people who aren’t into Trek, without alienating the loyal fans. So I’ll comment as both.

If this didn’t have the Trek name on it at all, it is a very solid space action flick. The acting is solid, the action is decent, the story coherent, and the visual effects stunning. It hits all the marks one would expect, and hits them well enough not to disappoint.

But it does have the Trek name on it, and on that front – the actors all do fantastic jobs of capturing their characters without making about mimicking the mannerisms of the original actors. Kirk without Shatner… but its still Kirk. Dittos for all of the bridge crew.

The story, while not steeped in the social and human commentary that really makes Trek, it also doesn’t fly in the face of it. It’s not Roddenberry, but it ain’t a bad homage.

I’d like to think Gene would like it, but probably not love it… and it’s good enough I snagged the BluRay. Give it a watch, it’s worth a couple hours of your day.

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What to Watch

May 28th, 2009

I was asked yesterday, “What is your favorite movie?” It’s a simple enough question, I suppose, but I found I didn’t have a ready answer. There are so many great movies, how does one pick?

Then I realized I was being a prat. It happens, even to the furback. The question wasn’t what were the best movies ever, but which ones were my favorites. Excuse me, please, while I self-flagellate…. ah, that’s better.

OK, Casablanca and Lawrence of Arabia, move along. You won’t be needed here. I recognize that these are great movies, but I’ve never yet reached for them “just because.” No, my tastes are my own, and this list doesn’t care if the critics agree or not.

1. The Princess Bride – It’s camp, it’s epic, it’s geek, and it’s very quotable. I can watch it back to back with itself and just not get tired of it. With Cary Elwes, Mandy Patinkin, Billy Crystal, Wallace Shawn, and Christopher Guest in the cast, it just has to be good. And directed by Rob Reiner – this is Meathead at his best.

2. Into the Woods – OK, so it’s not a movie. It’s a stage musical. Singing, dancing, every fairy tale ever, all going on at the same time, “fairy tale ending” at intermission, and real life dirtyness at the end, all tied up with a moral. Again, I just never seem to get tired of it. Sayeth the Prince, “I was raised to be charming, not sincere.”

Yes, I know. Man Card, blah blah blah. Don’t care, those are good flicks. Here, I’ll fix ya up with some explosions.

3. Top Gun – My first “favorite” movie. I watched this and wanted nothing more than to be a fighter pilot. Hot jets, hot chicks, Cruise when he was still “cool”, my man Kilmer, McGillis, Tim Robbins, Tom Skerritt, Meg Ryan, and one of the greatest soundtracks Loggins ever put out.

4. The Matrix – The first one, the cool one, the mindfuck one. Not the crappy sequels. The trip down the rabbit hole, realizing that we’re all actual slaves to the machine. It’s, like, whoa – trippy.

5. Tombstone – A great classic western story, told very, very well by very talented people. “I’m your huckleberry.”

6. Earth Girls are Easy – I cannot begin to tell you how bad this movie is. The story is ridiculous, the premise is retarded, the acting is worse than a high-school production of Little House of Horrors, and I just love every minute of it! This is so bad it doesn’t even rise to the level of campy, but it has (then relatively unknown) Geena Davis, Jim Carrey, Jeff Goldblum, Damon Wayans.

7. Back to the Future – Need I say more?

8. The Breakfast Club and Pump Up the Volume – because at least two teen angst films from a person’s youth are mandatory.

9. Highlander – Don’t lose your head!

10. Die Hard – Yippie-Ki-Aye, motherfucker.

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Equal Time

May 27th, 2009

Since I’ve taken the time to throw Travolta under the train, as it were, it seems only fair to give credit to some actors on the other end of the spectrum.

What is it that makes a good actor? It’s not just reciting your lines. It’s not expression, intonation, or the ability to emote. It is authenticity. It is the ability to do something completely unnatural, because the page says so, and make it feel completely normal to the viewer. A very good actor can make the audience feel with the character.
Just as there are a lot of flat, mediocre actors, there are a lot of very good actors. Some of the best actors are Will Smith, Woody Harrelson, Halle Berry, Kevin Spacey, Tim Robbins, Tom Hanks, Nicolas Cage, Natalie Portman, Mel Gibson – OK, not the last one. Just seeing if you were paying attention. But as impressive as they are, you still see the actors. As great a movie as Seven Pounds is, for example, you never get lost to the fact that it is Will Smith as Ben Thomas.
An excellent actor makes you forget you’re watching an actor. The character takes on a life of its own. Heath Ledger was the Joker (and it’s a damn shame he died before he could recap that performance). This is only because credit is due where credit is due. Just to make sure I don’t sound like the same parrot as everybody else, here’s a less popular choice.
Val Kilmer didn’t play Jim Morrison and Doc Holiday. He was Morrison and Holiday. When the cameras came on, he became his character. Kilmer is an actor of much higher caliber than his popularity would lead you to believe, and is one of my favorites.
Meryl Streep is a phenomenon. There’s not another actor in Hollywood, male or female, with the range and power she can deliver. From light, cornball stuff like Mama Mia to the truly withering power of Sister Aloysius in Doubt, I am just in awe of her. If you have not seen Doubt, go and watch it. Even if you don’t have an interest in the story, this is one of the finer examples of character acting, by everyone involved, beginning to end. Watching Philip Seymour Hoffman stand toe to toe with Meryl in the climax fight, watching Meryl’s truly devastating emotional break at the end, and the complete authenticity of it all. This is one of the few movies I went back and watched with the Director’s comments on, and it’s worth it. I recommend this to you as well.

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Voracious Appetite

May 25th, 2009

I enjoy movies, but the theater-going experience is just so damned expensive. For the price of one or two people going to a theater, I can wait a bit and buy the DVD. Only, at the rate that movies come out, this too has become quite expensive.

I’ve never been much of a renter, but I’ve recently become a fan of Redbox. Over the past two months my movie consumption has gone up considerably. Somewhere north of 80 movies so far, with no particular regard for age, quality, or genre. Good movies, bad movies, action movies, dramas, chick-flicks, disappointing vanity projects, I’ve watched a little bit of everything.

Call it saturating the sponge. I’m soaking up, not so much anything specific about story lines, but a feel for pacing, a feel for what needs to be developed and what doesn’t. It is very easy to overwrite or underwrite something, and by so doing completely kill the flow, the moment, the scene, maybe the project. At some point, I’m going to wring my brain out onto a page and see what sort of broth I’ve managed to cook up. I hope I’m soaking in the right stuff.

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John Travolta Sucks

May 25th, 2009
John Travolta is famous for being John Travolta. He has a knack for landing in the middle of scripts that allow him to be John Travolta. He has been playing Barbarino in one form or another for over 30 years now.
No, this is not a screed against Scientology. If he feels better grabbing hold of a TENS machine singing “Ding, dong, the Thetans are dead,” I just don’t give shit. Moving on…
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy watching the movies he makes. Barbarino the Angel, Barbarino the Duplicitous Villain, Barbarino the Traitor, Barbarino the Chick – I liked them all. I even enjoyed Barbarino gives El Ron a blowjob, no matter how many Golden Raspberries it has received. Overall, usually, the scripts make watchable and enjoyable movies. At no time, however, do they challenge him to be anything other than John Fucking Travolta.

He is far from alone in this guilt. Many of our best known actors make entire careers in this way. Sean Connery plays Sean Fucking Connery and nothing else. “I’m Sean Connery, you twit,” his presence seems to say, “you’re God damned lucky I signed up for this, now quit bitching about character and roll the cameras!”

There is nothing necessarily wrong with this. Being a celebrity personality is as valid a career as any other, I suppose, presuming one has a personality. I’m perplexed when one becomes a personality by having none. There are lumber mills less wooden than Keanu Reeves, for instance, but somehow he continues to make that work. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying he’s flat. Keanu works the entire emotional range from baffled to baffled and annoyed. The most interesting thing about Keanu is that when you see him in interviews, he is remarkably intelligent, deep, and complex – and yet is so skilled as to keep any of that from bleeding through into his performance.
Some want to call this sort of personality pigeon-holing “type casting”, but it is not. John Ratzenberger is typecast. Paul Reubens is typecast. No matter how much they do (or don’t) try to escape, they will always be Cliff Claven and Pee-Wee Herman.
Both of these – type casting and celebrity personalities – are different from just plain bad actors. Now, I have a penchant for bad movies. I’ll happily pop in Random Asshole 3: The Quest for Snapped Necks and enjoy the hell out of it – but, like porn, whatever they’re trying to pass off as a storyline is just filler between some dick pounding the hell out of some pussy or other and doesn’t make the people involved actors.
Back to the subject at hand, though. Travolta is entertaining. Travolta makes good movies. But as an actor, Travolta sucks.
(I have it on good authority that a cousin of mine has a  Matthew Broderick sucks rant, though I haven’t had a chance to actually ask him myself.)

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