Thursday, February 12, 2015

Top Ten 2014 Films plus Very Short (!) Reviews of the 2014 Oscar-Nominated Live Action Short Films, The Wedding Ringer, Black or White, and Jupiter Ascending

  Looking Back Is Looking Better than Looking Forward (so far)
             
        Films and Other Rankings Plus Short Reviews by Ken Burke

 It may seem too far into 2015 to be posting lists of 2014’s “Best of …,” but for those of us who have to wait for awhile after New Year’s Day to finally see some of the more anticipated releases it takes awhile to know what’s really appropriate for these compilations.  I’m offering rankings only for categories where I’ve seen enough—or was moved enough to note a memory—to have some reasonable evidence for compiling a ranking, although I admit from the start that I haven’t seen some that generated a good bit of discussion even if they didn’t make to the nominees’ lists of various film-based-organizations from the Academy on down especially Locke (Steven Knight), Snowpiercer (Joon-ho Bong), Big Hero 6 (Don Hall, Chris Williams), Force Majeure (Ruben Östlund), Goodbye to Language 3D (Jean-Luc Godard), and Citizenfour (Laura Poitras), any of which might have impacted my lists—presented in my estimated order of quality—had I seen these others (all titles below in bold blue are set up as links to reviews in our Two Guys postings in this blog).

        
Top 10 Feature Film Releases of 2014

1.  Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance) (Alejandro Gonzáles Iñárritu) * ** *** 
The best for me and some others, even though the Oscar momentum might be with Boyhood.

2.  Nymphomaniac: Volume(s) I and II (Lars von Trier) I doubt that others would even consider this one because of its "scandalous" nature, but I found it fascinating and not (just) for the graphic sex.

3.  Ida (Pawel Pawlikowski) Marvelous and a contender for Oscar’s Best Foreign Language Film but subtitles usually spell doom for a full-blown Best Picture nomination so I wasn't surprised.

4.  The Imitation Game (Morten Tyldum) *  Terrific tale of triumph and tragedy in the WW II era.

5.  Boyhood (Richard Linklater) *  Fabulous idea and execution but the story mostly bored me.

6.  Selma (Ava DuVernay) *  Maybe more politically than historically correct but still powerful.

7.  American Sniper (Clint Eastwood) *  I agree with Clint; this is ultimately an antiwar film.

8.  A Most Violent Year (J.C. Chandor) Here’s one that deserves a much bigger audience. 

9.  Gone Girl (David Fincher) An early favorite that faded but still a disturbing story.

10. Nightcrawler (Dan Gilroy) An excellent satire on what passes for news in our world; as fate will have it, though, for whatever reason I didn't even do a full review on this one when it came out,

Along the way I had to omit Whiplash (Damien Chazelle), Still Alice (Wash Westmoreland, Richard Glatzer), Calvary (John Michael McDonagh; saw it and would have given it 4 stars but logistics of vacation break led to no formal review from me), and Venus in Fur (Roman Polanski), among others, but when lists are made choices must be made as well so some fall by the wayside.

* = Oscar nomination, Best Picture  ** = Screen Actors Guild Best Cast (their Best Picture award)
*** = Producers Guild of American Best Picture

Best Directors                                                      Best Cinematography

1. Richard Linklater *  ** (Boyhood)                               1. Visitors (Godfrey Reggio)
2. Alejandro Gonzáles Iñárritu * ** *** (Birdman)         2. Birdman * ** ***
3. Lars von Trier (Nymphomaniac Vols I and II)            3. Under the Skin (Jonathan Glazer)
4. Morten Tyldum * **                                                     4A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night
      (The Imitation Game)                                                         (Ana Lily Amirpour)
5. David Fincher (Gone Girl)                                         5. Interstellar (Christopher Nolan)

The Oscar favorite here would seem to be                    Most of my favorites here haven't even
Linklater, but the DGA award complicates it,                 been mentioned in this regard, but I say
so we'll just see what happens on Feb. 22.                   that they all have stunning images.

= Oscar nomination                                                      * = Oscar nomination
** = Directors Guild of America nomination                   ** = American Society of
*** = DGA award                                                               Cinematographers nomination
                                                                                       *** = ASC award

Best Leading Actors (Male)                       Best Leading Actors (Female)
          
1. Michael Keaton * ** (Birdman)                                  1. Julianne Moore * ** *** (Still Alice)
2. Benedict Cumberbatch * **                                       2. Charlotte Gainsbourg (Nymphomaniac 
      (The Imitation Game)                                                   Vols I and II)
3. David Oyelowo (Selma)                                           3. Roseamund Pike * ** (Gone Girl)
4. Eddie Redmayne *  ** ***                                        4. Felicity Jones * **
     (The Theory of Everything; James Marsh)                  (The Theory of EverythingJames Marsh)
5. Bradley Cooper * (American Sniper)                        5. Emmanuelle Seigner (Venus in Fur)

I’m quite close in my favorites to those who were actually nominated for Oscars or Screen Actors Guild (SAG) awards, except for the overlooked David Oyelowo (who could easily take Steve Carrel’s place from Foxcatcher [Bennett Miller] in my mind), plus I’m advocating a couple of knockout female performances that I doubt were even given consideration by Oscar and SAG voters.

* = Oscar nomination  ** = SAG nomination  *** SAG award

Best Supporting Actors (Male)        Best Supporting Actors (Female)
           
1. J.K. Simmons * ** *** (Whiplash)                        1. Uma Thurman (Nymphomaniac Vol. I)
2. Edward Norton * ** (Birdman)                             2. Agata Kulesza (Ida)
3. Channing Tatum (Foxcatcher; Bennett Miller)      3. Emma Stone * ** (Birdman)
4. Ethan Hawke * ** (Boyhood)                               4. Patricia Arquette * ** *** (Boyhood)
5. Robert Duval * ** (The Judge; David Dobkin)       5. Meryl Streep * ** (Into the Woods;
                                                                                        Rob Marshall)

This is the category where I have the most               I've got some decent overlap with this
overlap with the official nominators, except              category as well, but I highly encourage
I go with Tatum rather than Mark Ruffalo in              seeing my top 2 performances here,
Foxcatcher, everyone else's choice, although          even if you have to fast forward through
I think that Tatum's role was the more difficult          Nymphomaniac Vol. I to get to Thurman
one, handled well by him in every scene.                  because it's worth your time.

* = Oscar nomination  ** = SAG nomination  *** = SAG award

Best Original Screenplay                  Best Adapted Screenplay

1. Birdman * 1. Gone Girl **
2. Nightcrawler * **                                                      2. The Imitation Game * ** ***
3. Whiplash **                                                               3. Still Alice
4. The Lego Movie (Chris Miller, Phil Lord)                      4. Inherent Vice * (Paul Thomas Anderson) 
5. Nymphomaniac Vols I and II                                       5. American Sniper * ** 

The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences has complicated these 2 categories by classifying Whiplash as Adapted (in that director Damien Chazelle made a short film version of it that showed at the Sundance festival in 2013, so they see the feature version as based on the short) while the Writers Guild of America (WGA) nominated it in the Original Screenplay category.  If I saw it as adapted it’d be #5 on my list.  This category marks my final attempt to get some recognition—beyond total recall and destruction of all prints, as some would probably prefer—for the intensely-mesmerizing  (from the warped viewpoint of critics like me) 2 installments of Nymphomaniac. However, one Original Screenplay contender that didn't make my Top 5 list is The Grand Budapest Hotel *** (link just below) which took the WGA award, greatly helping its chances for an Oscar.

* = Oscar nomination  ** = WGA nomination  *** = WGA award

 While I don’t have enough screenings or “Wow, that was impressive”-notes to fill out any other categories I will say that in the Animated Feature area I found a lot of amusement with The Lego Movie, which I was surprised didn’t get an Oscar nomination, but—oddly enough, given my lifelong fascination with animation—I didn’t even see anything else of this format last year; of the Documentary Features that I saw I was impressed with Life Itself (Steve James), which also didn’t get nominated, along with Finding Vivian Maier (John Maloof, Charlie Siskel) and Last Days in Vietnam (Rory Kennedy) which did.  Of the nominees for Best Foreign Language Film I’ve seen only Ida, but it would take a masterpiece to top it in my opinion, while Best Production Design seems to be equally-owned by The Grand Budapest Hotel (Wes Anderson), although I would have put Birdman into Oscar’s Final Five for that category in place of The Imitation Game or maybe Mr. Turner (Mike Leigh)—a film I admit I didn’t really care for all that much, despite being a great admirer of the actual artist's work, stunning canvases with visions years ahead of their time.

 Now, with all of that useless opinion-mongering out of the way (at least until Academy voters start reading this blog before making their decisions—and pigs [rather than pigskins] fly from Boston to Seattle—at which time these lists may not seem so useless after all), I’ll offer some shorter-than-usual (for me) reviews of various things that I’ve seen lately just so you know I haven’t already given up on 2015 releases (even though of the 3 features below the highest cumulative score among them was the Metacritic 45% for Black or White).  However, I’ll start with just one more 2014 cluster, one of the groups of 5 Short Films nominated for the upcoming Oscar awards, the intriguing program of Live Action offerings.  This time around, though, I'm dispensing with my usual brief content summaries prior to the reviews because that info is incorporated into the Short Film commentary and probably isn't needed for the features as they've either been in circulation for awhile already or are obvious enough in where their plots are headed that I'm not really spoiling much anyway.

Take care, curious readers, for plot spoilers gallop rampantly throughout the Two Guys’ insightful reviews.  Therefore, be warned, beware, and read on when you’re ready to be transported to … wherever we end up.  Please protect your eyes from the dazzling brilliance.
         
SHORT (er) TAKES
         
2015 Oscar Nominated Short Films—Live Action

 You won’t be able to find critics’ ratings for this cluster of Oscar-nominated shorts in the usual places but I can offer you this site for a good bit of information on the group (as well as the Oscar-contenders for Animated and Documentary Shorts, all of which are available in selected cities for theatrical viewing as well as accessible through other sources that you can find within the noted pdf).  All I’m going to have time to consider before the February 22, 2015 Oscar telecast are these Live Action contenders so I’ll just make some quick references here based on the order that I saw in Berkeley, CA at the marvelous Landmark Shattuck Cinema, beginning with the one pictured above, Parvaneh (Talkhon Hamzavi; 2012; Switzerland; 25 min.), an MFA thesis film about the girl of the title (her name apparently means “butterfly”), an illegal immigrant from Afghanistan now living in Zurich, working where she can to send money back home to her mother.  Due to not having a valid ID she’s unable to wire the cash, then meets friendly punk Emily who agrees to do the transfer for her after first introducing her to a night on the town where she encounters drink, music, and pushy men she’s not accustomed to (actually, the guy’s an attempted-thief until Parvaneh clobbers him with a beer bottle to retrieve her money).  It’s a sweet film with positive intercultural overtones.  Butter Lamp (La Lampe au Beurre de Yak) (Hu Wei; 2013; France-China; 16 min.), on the other hand, leaves me mystified, so I could use a dash of intercultural awareness about what’s going on here where all we have is a photographer and his assistant shooting various groups of Tibetan nomads in front of backdrops that range from The Great Wall of China to a beach to Hong Kong Disneyland, with the title seemingly referring to the request of one of their subjects for the photographers to take a jar of butter (in tribute to his mother) to the sacred Buddhist Potala Palace as they pass through Lhasa.  Given my unawareness of what deeper implications are intended by the filmmaker, all I can say is that—despite the many awards this film has already received—I’m a bit dumfounded by it, amazed that it made Oscar’s highly-competitive short list.  That doesn’t hold true at all for The Phone Call (Mat Kirby; 2013; UK; 21 min.) which consists almost entirely of Heather (a fabulous performance by Sally Hawkins) at a helpline call center in calmly frantic dialogue with “Stan” (voiced by Jim Broadbent), an elderly man so distraught over the loss of his daughter 25 years ago—then 2 years ago his wife of 37 years succumbed to breast cancer—that he’s taken an overdose of anti-depressants and simply wants someone to talk with as his life quickly runs out.  Her attempts to locate him don’t lead to rescue (although you could say that he’s already rescued himself) but we do close on a quick happy scene of Heather on a date with an interested co-worker, seemingly resolved to make the best of the life she has before it might slip away, just as "Stan's" did.

 Aya (Mihal Brezis, Oded Binnun; 2012; Israel-France; 39 min.) features another lead female character (titular, as with Parvaneh) who also wants to make something more of her life than she currently has as a wife and mother so, through a chance situation at the airport for Jerusalem (which seems to be at Tel Aviv), she allows an incoming passenger, Danish music expert Thomas Overby, to think she’s his driver to the downtown hotel where he’ll be staying for an international music competition acting as a judge, even though in leaving with him she abandons her also-arriving-husband.  During their journey into the city he briefly demonstrates a piano-fingering on her hand which leads to her request that he do more of this on her leg while she’s driving, making it clear that she’s open to risqué—if also risky—consequences to her ruse, which she finally admits to, even as she stops for a mysterious, tearful phone conversation before reaching the city.  Once they arrive, he invites her to stop in for further conversation, wherever it may lead (she’s said nothing to him of her family), which she considers before going home instead (maybe this all sounds like an Israeli version of The Bridges of Madison County [Clint Eastwood, 1995], but even if so it still works as a fascinating portrayal of deception and its potential consequences).  While Hawkins’ display of emotional range in The Phone Call is quite impressive, I’ll give top honors to Aya because of its successful manipulation of well-paced intrigue; if I were actually assigning ratings here I’d give this one a solid 4 stars.  However, the most enjoyable, often funny, one of the bunch—and as such a strong possibility for taking the Oscar—is Boogaloo and Graham (Michael Lennox; 2014; UK, 14 min.), set in 1978 Belfast where the surrounding British-Irish tensions are mostly set aside (except for one brief scene with soldiers toward the end that likely stirs compassion for the plot events of the final scenes) to concentrate on the reminiscences of 1 of 2 young brothers about the time their father brought home a couple of chicks as pets for them, which they embraced (giving the birds the names in the title) despite their mother’s distain.  When she becomes pregnant and wants them to use the now-grown-hens for dinner, Dad secretly saves the day by sneaking an egg from the refrigerator into their nests, which he continued to do until the birds were safely part of the family.  While Boogaloo and Graham is in English, as are the previous 2 noted above, we do get subtitles with the boys’ dialogue to help non-Brits among us navigate their thick Irish accents as a good time was had by all at the screening I attended.
            
The Wedding Ringer (Jeremy Garelick)
           
 Now that The Wedding Ringer has been out for about a month you could say that it’s served its purpose as an upbeat, inconsequential alternative to the  more serious-minded Oscar-contenders (and wannabes) that trickle into theaters in January after their official short runs in the L.A. market just prior to New Year’s to quality for Academy nominations.  There’s certainly little that’s memorable about this farce that you couldn’t glean just from the trailer (link far below if you’re interested), but if you haven’t seen it yet and need a (mostly) harmless diversion (especially if you’re an unattached guy with no interest in the 50 Shades of Grey [Sam Taylor-Johnson, Michael De Luca] monsoon that’s about to swallow up most of the available screen space near you) it’s funny in its intentionally overstated, often-grotesque sort of way.  The premise is that successful-but-familyless/friendless-tax-attorney Doug Harris (Josh Gad) needs not only a best man but also 7 groomsmen for his upcoming wedding to attractive Gretchen Palmer (Kaley Cuoco-Sweeting)—how he’s been able to get to the point of 2 weeks out from the ceremony and keep her in the dark about who these guys will be isn’t a cognitive consideration that this movie expects you to ponder.  So, he’s off to the clandestine offices of The Best Man Inc. where con-artist-extraordinaire, Jimmy Callahan (Kevin Hart), normally provides such services but getting the extra 7 to back him up on such short notice amounts to his quiet industry’s holy grail, the so-called-but-never-yet-achieved “Golden Tux” ploy.  Jimmy comes up with the guys (complete with backstories, although not as convoluted as his where he’s forced to play an Army chaplain from North Dakota), with the intention of them being as absurd as possible—one has 3 testicles that he likes to show off, although where the humor is in another one being an escaped con who’s tired of raping male inmates so he’s broken out to get back to women completely escapes me.  Through a series of crazy circumstances that include Jimmy setting Gretchen’s grandmother on fire; Doug’s wedding party playing a muddy football game against his future father-in-law and some actual old pros (including Joe Namath); a dog attaching itself to Doug’s crotch requiring a cop-eluding race to the ER; and Jimmy accidently having to perform the wedding, we ultimately find that Gretchen’s not really attracted to Doug (he’d just be a good provider); Doug’s actually more interested in the Russian hooker, Nadia (Nicky Whelan), he meets at his bachelor party; the “marriage” is over even quicker than the one in The Graduate (Mike Nichols, 1967) because Jimmy’s no priest; Jimmy connects with Gretchen’s sister, Allison (Olivia Thirby); and just about everyone except Gretchen and her parents heads off to Tahiti for the honeymoon that never was.  The jokes are often crass, the situations are insane, yet the fun’s there if in you’re in kind of a mindless-stupor sort of mood, so if that appeals to you, have at it.
             
                                    Black or White (Mike Binder)
           
 While African-American Kevin Hart is somewhat unique in The Wedding Ringer as being one of the few actors that doesn’t seem to have been recruited directly from a British polo club, nothing at all is made of his race/ethnicity (I prefer the latter because the former has no scientific meaning where humans are concerned but it does carry a lot of sociological heritage), except for the unspoken assumption from the bride-to-be’s family and friends that none of Josh’s party seems to be from his background at all.  By contrast, Black or White is explicitly about the type of racial dialogue that cadres of social commentators have been saying for about 5 decades that we in the U.S.A. need to have a national conversation about.  While Elliot Anderson (Kevin Costner), another rich L.A. attorney, is no intentional racist he does have clear conflicts with his Black in-laws when his wife suddenly dies in a car accident, leaving him as the sole guardian of his wonderfully-charming biracial granddaughter, Eloise (Jillian Estell)—Elliot’s daughter died in childbirth; the girl’s father, Reggie Davis (Andre Holland), is a drug addict, despised by Elliot, who’s never been seen by his daughter—which prompts the other grandmother, Rowena Jeffers (Octavia Spencer), to seek joint, or even full, custody, especially when egged on by her equally-successful-to-Elliot-lawyer-brother, Jeremiah (Anthony Mackie).  Elliot resists because he doesn’t want the girl exposed to her Dad, but his grief over multiple situations quickly results in alcohol abuse, fractious court appearances, and angry interpersonal encounters—including with supposedly-clean Reggie, who’s willing to take a payoff from Elliot to just disappear again—that begin to fray the relationship between Eloise and Elliot, the only “parent” she’s ever known.  After a disastrous kidnapping attempt by Reggie, he admits he’s not ready for fatherhood yet, the lawsuits are dropped, and everyone attempts to live somewhat-happily-ever-after for the girl’s sake.  While this screen story features uniformly strong performances, is supposedly based on the writer-director’s real-life-experiences with raising a biracial child, and the dialogue exchanges get more honest than most race-based-discussions you’d find in our news media (Elliot admits he’s fueled by racist stereotypes at times but asks that his actions take credence over his reactions; Jeremiah shows that he’s not much different [Elliot’s associates seem more overtly racist than he is; hard to tell for sure what Jeremiah’s motives are, but he clearly thinks Eloise isn’t getting enough Black in her upbringing], although the rest of Rowena’s large, extended family seem quite gracious to Elliot while “Grandma Wewe” herself is more focused on finally being able to spend more time with her granddaughter than on berating Elliot over White privilege), the situations get contrived, the conflicts seem intended to spark debate more so than address anything less than Hollywood-ending-type-solutions, and the general response has been tepid at best (from critics we have Rotten Tomatoes' average at a miserable 37%; at the box-office the domestic take is only a bit over $13 million so far [does cover the production budget]).  I admire this film for making an effort to address the needed dialogue about how all lives matter, but Black or White comes off as a bit of a ham-fisted-approach.

               Jupiter Ascending (Andy and Lana Wachowski)
          
 I picked a good week to compress my comments on the feature films because if I had to summarize the plot of Jupiter Ascending I’d have produced an epistle as long as this entire posting just in an attempt to compress it (there's a longer summary if you like, but even it’s compressed from the full details).  For our purposes, suffice it to say that Juniper Jones (Mila Kunis) works as a toilet-scrubbing maid in Chicago, completely unaware that she’s the reincarnation of a superior outer-space-alien-matriarch from the powerful House of Abrasax, making her the owner of planet Earth.  She soon learns about her extended-family-connections, though, when she’s targeted for assassination by Abrasax-oldest-heir Balem (a wonderfully wacky Eddie Redmayne), although his brother, Titus (Douglas Booth), wants to marry her.  Titus sends a hulking guardian (half-human, half-wolf), Caine Wise (Channing Tatum), to protect her, so once she’s out and about in the cosmos she’s introduced to a non-stop-life of action, including warding off the various Abrasax minions on her tail (the lizardish ones working for Balem even have actual tails) or when she learns that Titus’ marriage proposal was simply to set her up for his own inheritance-based-execution-plot (seems that Earth is really just a highly-prized-breeding-ground so that humans can be ground up into a serum [shades of Soylent Green (Richard Fleischer, 1973)] that prolongs the lives of our powerful ancestral creators into extended millennia).  Throughout Jupiter Ascending we get another visually-spectacular-special-effects-driven-crisis just about every time you’d consider a restroom break (but you wouldn’t actually miss much because there’s a bigger, louder one yet to come) so if you just turn off your mind (maybe this was intended to be another trilogy from these Matrix-masters [1999, 2003] so they needed a lot of exposition in this episode) and flow along with the wonders of cinematic-image-creation this can be quite a relief from the wintertime reality of drought-inducing-hot-days on the West Coast, constant blizzards in the East, and who-knows-what in the Midwest (sorry, flyovers; except for regular news from good friend Roger Smitter [also in Chicago] I don’t take too much note of the GOP-dominated Heartland, crassly-cruel-liberal that I am).  Eventually, both evil brothers are killed (not sure what’s up with their sister, Kalique [Tuppence Middleton—can you get any more English than that?]), Jupiter’s content to keep her planetary ownership secret (for now), and her romance with Caine blossoms as they fly through the Chicago skies, him now on wings and her with his high-octane-rocket-boots.  This somewhat-entertaining mess can be great 3-D diversionary fun, but it’s opening weekend of about $18.4 million in domestic sales will need more gully-washers of cash (maybe from better overseas revenues) to negate its $176 million budget than we in California need in terms of real rain to replenish our reservoirs.  (The patriots—Midwesterners and Southerners, not the New England footballers—are getting their revenge!)  I wouldn’t advise staying tuned for more episodes of Jupiter, so see it now or just wait for something better.
             
 Finally, if you'll indulge me a very personal note, I must sadly say that this photo of me and my two editorial assistants (now you know why not much editing gets done on my reviews) is no longer accurate because the brown cat (tortoise-shell to be specific, so I’m told), my sweet girl, Annie, is no longer with me and my equally-sad wife, Nina.  At age 16 Annie succumbed to a jaw tumor that was beyond reclamation so we had to wish her a safe trip to the kitty Elysian Fields, cherishing the fond memories that she brought to us for 14 of those years.  At least we still have our other sweetie, little Inky (well, at 14 pounds not so little), with plans to find him a new companion soon.  Farewell, Annie girl: “Now cracks a noble heart.—Good night, sweet prince[ss], And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!” (from William Shakespeare’s Hamlet; Act 5, Scene 2; lines 358-360).  I’m going to keep using this photo in my social media sites, though, in memory of her, just as on a sillier note I keep Pat Craig’s name and photo on this blog even though he’s never written even part of 1 review for this site (besides, I can’t change it to Film Reviews from One Guy in the Dark; that just sounds too sad for anyone to even click on—except for a kind of curiosity that I’m not trying to lure in under false pretenses).  So, Annie and Pat are with us always, even if just in fond memory (if Pat ever reads this, I’ll let him pick his own thespian retort—really, he’s a much better actor than he is a film critic … so far, but I still await his contributions).
             
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AND … at least until the Oscars for 2014’s releases have been awarded on Sunday, February 22, 2015 we’re also going to include reminders in each review posting of very informative links where you can get updated tallies of which films made various individual critic’s Top 10 lists and which ones have been nominated for and/or received various awards.  You may find the diversity among the various critics and the various awards competitions hard to reconcile at times—not to mention the often-significant-gap between critics’ choices and competition-award-winners (which usually pales in comparison to the even-more-noticeable-gap between box-office-success, which you can monitor here, and what wins the awards)—but as that less-than-enthusiastic-patron-of-the-arts, Plato, noted in The Symposium (385-380 BC)—roughly translated, depending on how accurate you wish the actual quote to be—“Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder,” so your choices are as valid as any of these others, especially if you can offer some rationale for your decisions (unlike many of the awards voters who simply fill out ballots, sometimes for films they’ve never seen).

To save you a little scrolling through the “various awards” list above, here are the Golden Globe winners for films and TV from 2014 and the Oscar nominees for 2014 film releases.

Here’s some more information about the 2015 Oscar Nominated Live Action Short Films (based on releases from 2014):

http://oscar.go.com/nominees/short-film-live-action/parvaneh (this starts with Parvaneh, complete with a clip and some photos, then you can follow links to the other 4 nominees)

Here’s some more information about The Wedding Ringer:

http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/theweddingringer/ (complete with a “Message for current and former Sony Pictures employees and their dependents, and for production employees, regarding the recent cyber attack”—but you can click on it too if you like even if you don't work there)


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRsZor3A_yk (11:19 question and answer session with actors Kevin Hart, Josh Gad, and Kaley Cuoco-Sweeting)



Here’s some more information about Black or White:



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AbwGkJUyr50 (5:07 interview with actor Kevin Costner) and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9c4Vj8WQhY (4:40 interview with actor Octavia Spencer)



Here’s some more information about Jupiter Ascending:



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HbPXCoqnUaE (9:04 of short clips that show how various scenes were shot)


             
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Thursday, February 5, 2015

Cake and Two Days, One Night

             Girls Just Want To (Remember When They Could) Have Fun
           
                              Review by Ken Burke
          
 Cake (Daniel Barnz)
             
Jennifer Aniston portrays a woman racked with physical pain, a ruined life, and a desire to end it all, yet she finds attraction toward the widower of a suicide-successful-friend.
                 
Two Days, One Night (Jean-Pierre and Luc Dardenne)
               
Marion Cotillard plays a woman laid off from her job but given a second chance over a weekend to convince her co-workers to reverse their vote yet lose their bonus.
                 
Take care, curious readers, for plot spoilers gallop rampantly throughout the Two Guys’ superbly insightful reviews.  This is how we write, so as to explore what must be said as art transcends commerce (although if anyone wants to pay us for doing this ...); therefore, be warned, beware, and read on when ready to be transported to—well, wherever we end up.  Now, onward to illumination; you may want to protect your eyes from the dazzling brilliance.
                 
This posting’s subjects have much in common so I’ll just blend their reviews as appropriate.

What Happens: In Cake we have an intentionally-unattractive Jennifer Aniston (no makeup, 15 extra pounds, truly looking at times like that old phrase, “death warmed over”) portraying Claire Bennett, physically scarred and in great pain from a car accident (caused by Leonard [William H. Macy], a needed fact to understand this narrative but one not revealed to us until well into the film), further burdened by the emotional pain of the loss of her child in that wreck (another late revelation; see, I told you to take my Spoiler Alerts seriously).  Her discomfort-depression-combo has led to separation from her husband, Jason (Chris Messina), her unwelcome-sarcastic-attitude within a pain-management-group presided over by fed-up Annette (Felicity Huffman, barely recognizable but very effective in a small role, as is real-life-husband Macy in his), a willingness to risk legal troubles for herself and housekeeper Silvana (Adriana Barraza) by traveling from her posh L.A. suburb to Mexico for more pain-killers than the ones she already has stashed all over her house (their attempt to smuggle the pills inside a statue of St. Jude [patron of lost causes] almost goes awry at the border except for the needed intervention of lawyer Jason; Silvana’s daughter is frequently upset with Mama for giving so much devotion to this demanding, often-uncaring, poorly-paying boss when she already has under-employed Papa to be more worried about), and a fascination with former group-mate, Nina Collins (Anna Kendrick), who jumped from a high freeway overpass leaving behind bitter (despite the “forgive me” note) husband Roy (Sam Worthington) and young son Casey (Evan O’Toole), with Claire alternating between a desire to end her own life (maybe by drowning in her therapy pool, maybe by following Nina in a short flight to the waiting freeway concrete) or trying to begin again with Roy and Casey.  Along the way, she encounters visions of Nina promoting the suicide route but ultimately opts for listening to Silvana’s pleas to stop being so self-centered, seriously considers a connection with Roy and Casey (including bringing the kid a much-desired-birthday-cake—lemon with fudge frosting, looked yummy—[Nina was supposed to make him one but jumped instead], which quietly connects us to the film’s title), and ends her presence in Cake with a determined-yet-painful-decision to finally sit up in the car that Silvana’s driving her around in rather than continue to recline for her own comfort, oblivious to the world passing her by.

 Meanwhile, over in the French-speaking region of Belgium (a fact I got from press materials, not from my clarity in watching Two Days, One Night, but as Jimmy Buffett says in “Margaritaville,” “hell, it could be my fault”), Sandra Bya (Marion Cotillard), also married and still with children, has a better situation on the home front than Claire (her husband, Manu [Fabrizio Rongione], is extremely supportive, which she welcomes when her emotions will allow such acceptance of his aid but other times, driven by the embarrassment of her situation, she sneers at his help as pity) but not where employment is concerned (recuperating Claire apparently is still given financial support from Jason, allowing her to remain in her well-appointed-home) because as a result of a recent work absence due to illness she’s been voted out of her job by her 16 coworkers so that her salary could be used to give each of them a €1,000 bonus.  Sandra’s devastated by the sudden news, informed by supportive colleague Juliette (Catherine Salée) with a phone call to her home on Friday, as she was set to return on Monday; instead, they hastily convince the boss, Dumont (Batiste Sornin), to override foreman Jean-Marc’s (Olivier Gourmet) previous actions, allowing a second, secret, vote right after the weekend, giving Sandra a frantic opportunity to canvas each of the 16 in hopes of convincing them to choose her continuance over that much-needed extra cash.  From there the plot moves on in an unusually-linear-fashion (none of the standard subplot involving supporting characters, such as with the distraction that Nina provides from Claire’s confused attempts at recovery in Cake) as Sandra tracks down her colleagues in person or by telephone in the short time available to her, pleading her case to each one where she finds a few willing to help (the initial vote was 14-2 against her, but manipulated by Jean-Marc‘s implied threat that if she weren’t laid off then one of them would be), others who are sympathetic but need the bonus for various legitimate purposes, and a few who offer nasty rejections for daring to match her needs against theirs.

 When the Monday-morning showdown arrives, though, the result is 8-8 (once again, you were warned about my beans-spilling-style) so, without a majority, she’s let go.  At the end, we briefly have the option of a reprieve (just as Seattle Seahawks’ fans thought they suddenly had the 2015 Super Bowl victory in their grasp with only 1 yard and scant seconds on the clock separating their team from a winning touchdown) as the boss offers the compromise of distributing the bonus but then hiring Sandra back soon when an African immigrant’s short-term-contract is up, but she rejects the offer (the coworker took a chance of such a result but voted for her anyway; the Seahawks took a chance on their passing game but that shocking interception left them without the salvation Sandra provided to her supportive colleague—not the guy in the photo above; he's an early backer who was greatly ashamed that he put his own needs above her potentially-terminal-situation in the first vote [you have to use what you have where these promo photos are concerned, but this image is relevant as well]).  As she walks away from her former job, she suddenly seems tranquil and assured for the first time since the opening minutes of the film when we were thrown immediately into her dilemma.

So What? Both of these lead female actors deliver terrifically strong performances (Cotillard made the finals for the Oscars; Aniston was talked up for that achievement but had to settle for nominations—and losses to Julianne Moore [Still Alice (Richard Glatzer and Wash Westmoreland, 2014; review in our January 22, 2015 posting)]—from the Golden Globes and the Screen Actors Guild [Cotillard was overlooked by both groups; further, she along with the other nominees will likely lose the Oscar to Moore]), supported well by the rest of their casts; both stories deal with serious real-world-problems that impact individuals in manners that offer marginal hope for improvement (Claire’s finally determined to make an effort in her physical therapy and try to cut back on her constant over-medication, self-prescribed or otherwise, but determination will take her only so far as she must find strategies for somehow actually coping with her overwhelming chronic pain; Sandra’s got the option of going back on the dole while searching for another job, but the reduction of income will put a serious strain on her family’s stability); both of these damaged characters seem to have moved past their suicidal inclinations, a situation that Sandra also found herself in because after initial failures to secure supportive votes she took a massive pill overdose, then relented which necessitated an emergency-room-visit that took precious time away from her short-term-campaign (Claire had a similar episode after Leonard’s barge-in-visit where he desperately, vainly attempted to gain forgiveness); and both stories refuse to offer any unanticipated-dramatic-breakthroughs that settle their protagonists’ scores in manners more characteristic of typical-Hollywood-resolutions, whether of a serious (Black or White [Mike Bender]) or comic (The Wedding Ringer [Jeremy Garelick]) nature (I’ll offer some brief comments on these 2 movies in my next posting).

 Claire’s situation is given some useful added dramatics through those occasional, but imagined, visits from Nina so that we see both of them at different times seemingly jumping to their deaths—Claire from Nina’s lofty freeway intersection, Nina from Claire’s hospital room after the actual overdose episode (we all know that Nina’s already dead by this point so her jump is more melancholy-remembrance than shocking action, although when she first pops up in Claire’s pool on a sleepless night we’re given brief reason to wonder if she’s really dead after all—or if this story’s about to take an unadvertised Twilight Zone-type of turn).  Still, the slow revelation of how Claire came to be so seriously hurt, along with the loss of her son, just feels like an overly-calculated-move to drum up some mystery to go along with the unrelenting depictions of her painful present life, with the sudden intrusion of Leonard (breaking up an attempt by Claire to share a peaceful lunch at her place with Roy and Casey rather than the no-sex-sleepovers she’s previously had with Roy) finally resolving the injury/death-mystery but in a most jarring, arbitrary manner.  When the focus is just on Aniston’s portrayals of struggles with pain relief, though, this film’s at its best.  Compared to Claire’s constant anger and sarcasm, Sandra’s mood in Two Days, One Night is often one of overwhelming sorrow, as her desperation leads to a lot of crying (which she’s trying hard to control, indicating that her previous illness was depression-based, although she’s determined that it’s now overcome enough to not impact her job readiness despite her foreman’s unwillingness to accept that self-diagnosis, leading to his tactics to simply be rid of her through the manipulated coworker vote).  Her instability is matched well by the hand-held-camera strategy which presents us with a slightly shaky rendering of her life in crisis, although she was seemingly on the dole during her illness so it’s not like she’s never faced what she now considers humiliation before.  Cotillard’s very effective in showing Sandra’s alternate-vulnerability-tempered-by-anger, but it’s more of a firmly-commanded-one-note-performance (melodic as it may painfully be) than the varied elaboration of this woman’s fuller complexity that would have been allowed under a less-constrained-chronological-set-up.

Bottom Line Final Comments: Indicative of my arguably-dismal-but-damn-proud-of-it-anyway-track-record of (non-) agreement with the cumulative scores for films to be found in the Rotten Tomatoes and Metacritic sites (33% agreement with the former, 38% with the latter; where the disconnects are concerned I trend higher but I’m lower a notable amount of the time as well—of course, I could also argue that I'm in agreement with at least 1 of these 2 esteemed groups 71% of the time, even more when they occasionally overlap, if I need to position myself in the mainstream instead of on the critical fringes; isn't self-serving-statistical-rationalization marvelous?), I’m heading in the “wrong” direction for Cake and Two Days, One Night, based on these well-known-measures of critical consensus.  My 3½ of 5 stars is 70% in the positive direction for Cake compared to a rare agreement between the 2 “super sites” at a mere 49% each, while my 3 of 5 stars for Two Days, One Night is a marginally-positive 60% decision compared to their respective laudatory tallies of 96% and 90% (with many awards from critics’ groups and others already won, nominated for, or still pending results).  Essentially, the reasons why I’m veering off into contrarian directions this time (a strategy suggested to me by a member of the San Francisco Film Critics Circle—a group where I’ve been voted down 3 times for membership—in order for my reviews to stand out a bit more, to draw more controversy—therefore readership—to this blog; however, I've rejected this as an operational approach, although it would seem that my rankings have yielded that result anyway, because I feel more compelled to stay consistent with my gut feelings—even to the point of promoting Nymphomaniac: Volume[s] I and II [Lars von Trier] as one of the best releases of 2014 [more on that next week], despite its general distasteful dismissal by others, even in my contrarian San Francisco area) include my contention that Cake—despite its overly-calculated-attempt (sounds like the Seahawks again) to enhance the drama by not telling us why Claire is so damaged until well into its running time—does an admirable job of exploring the daily-debilitation and, at times, sense of hopelessness that haunts sufferers of chronic pain (an opinion verified by my marvelously-resilient-wife, Nina Kindblad, herself the innocent victim of a horrific car crash years ago [broadsided in the passenger seat by a speeding drunk] and now the bearer of chronic pain that must be alleviated on a daily basis by a variety of strategies).

 The more melodramatic elements of Cake pull it down a bit in my estimation (but not nearly so much as with the blasé dismissal from the ranks of the community of critics-at-large), but overall Aniston’s contributions here would justify for me her choice as an Oscar-contender for Best Actress over hard-hiking Reese Witherspoon (Wild [Jean-Marc Vallée; review in our December 11, 2014 posting]) or even previous-Best-Actress (La Vie en Rose [Olivier Dahan, 2007]) Cotillard, whose grief in Two Days, One Night is palpable but whose story and delivery amount—in my perception—to an hour and a half of frustrated repetition, broken occasionally by some sincere support from various ones of her small-factory-coworkers.  Obviously, most reviewers don’t share that opinion either, but how could the unwashed critical masses possibly approach my singular insights?  However, I doubt it really matters much who’s nominated against Julianne Moore for Still Alice, a stunning performance in a film with the narrative structure to develop a fuller range of actor presentation than does Cotillard’s compressed-time-situation or even Aniston’s somewhat-more-varied-story, allowing Moore to reach a level last year than none of her worthy competitors were able to match.

 In considering possible Musical Metaphors for this pair of serious-minded-films that offer much honesty about the personal and social sense of hopelessness and failure (even though unearned and unjustified) that bedevil these female protagonists, I rejected the use of Cyndi Lauper’s upbeat song that I borrowed from for my posting title.  However, I found a couple of others that are appropriate to both of these films, so I’ll start with Bob Dylan’s “It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue” (from the 1965 Bringing It All Back Home album), which on its surface is more about a romantic breakup finalized with cynical statements from one of the former lovers but could easily be interpreted as how Claire and Sandra see themselves, as “gamblers [who’d] better use your sense … [because] This sky, too, is folding under you.”  The video version I’ll start you with is at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eZxokInkCno, a cultural artifact from Giants Stadium, East Rutherford, NJ where Dylan joined in with the Grateful Dead on July 12, 1987 (there are some great guitar licks by Jerry Garcia, but the audio’s a bit rough in places—and the video’s definitely low-fi at best—so if you’d prefer here’s the official recording at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eN3rpPLQ3gg).  However, I’ll also offer “Needles and Pins” (written by Sonny Bono and Jack Nitzsche, probably in 1963 as best I can determine) for 2 reasons:  (1) It can be taken literally as referring to Claire’s situation where her physical therapist notes that she’s now had pins in her legs for months (and probably feels like she’s being constantly stabbed with needles, bringing on the desire for that desperate attempt at medicated relief of various types), while the French-language version by Petula Clark (“La Nuit N’en Finit Plus”) at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ymwY8Wnl_hk (a #1 hit in France, in 1963 I think but can’t find verification, except I'm almost sure I saw this listing in the film's final credits) is used in Two Days, One Night in a scene where Manu attempts to turn it off their car radio in order to protect Sandra from its melancholy lyrics but she refuses, insisting that she’s stronger than that (at times she is, her suicide attempt notwithstanding, but we don’t fully see that until the very last on-screen-scene), and (2) Regardless of literal implications and uses of this song in these films the lyrics in general have appropriate connections in their evocation of statements such as “Because of all my pride The tears I gotta hide … Why can’t I stand up and tell myself I’m strong …”  However, in order for those non-bilingual cultural slobs like me to appreciate what Manu‘s referring to in the lyrics, I’ll also give you the much-of-the-world-big-hit-version by The Searchers at https://www. youtube.com/watch?v=3wJnlAHVUfU (from their 1964 album, It’s the Searchers).

 OK, faithful readers—somewhere between 12 (based on specific feedback that I actually get) and 6,000-9,000 of you (based on Google’s worldwide tallies of my best showing over a given past month, although that seems to change by the minute)—that’s it for this week. I’ll be back soon, though, with my long-delayed Top 10 of 2014 (now that I’ve finally seen about all that’s available to me of notable contenders) and some predictions for that Oscar ceremony later this month.

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AND … at least until the Oscars for 2014’s releases have been awarded on Sunday, February 22, 2015 I’m also going to include reminders in each review posting of very informative links where you can get updated tallies of which 2014 films made various individual critic’s Top 10 lists and which ones have been nominated for and/or received various awards.  You may find the diversity among the various critics and the various awards competitions hard to reconcile at times—not to mention the often-significant-gap between critics’ choices and competition-award-winners (which usually pales in comparison to the even-more-noticeable-gap between box-office-success, which you can monitor here, and what wins the awards)—but as that less-than-enthusiastic-patron-of-the-arts, Plato, noted in The Symposium (385-380 BC)—roughly translated, depending on how accurate you wish the actual quote to be—“Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder,” so your choices are as valid as any of these others, especially if you can offer some rationale for your decisions (unlike many of the awards voters who simply fill out ballots, sometimes for films they’ve never seen).

To save you a little scrolling through the “various awards” list above, here are the Golden Globe winners for films and TV from 2014 and the Oscar nominees for 2014 film releases.
               
If you’d like to know more about Cake here are some suggested links:

http://cakemovie.net/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3IsUOSHlnU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5RPEus05vfI (27:13 interview with actor Jennifer Aniston from December 2014)

http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/cake_2015/?search=cake

http://www.metacritic.com/movie/cake

If you’d like to know more about Two Days, One Night here are some suggested links:

http://www.ifcfilms.com/films/two-days-one-night

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tb3zBq6gVRk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=icy_v2mIQdI (51:04 interview with actor Marion Cotillard at the 2014 New York Film Festival)

http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/two_days_one_night/?search=two%20days,%20one%20night

http://www.metacritic.com/movie/two-days-one-night
         
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