Flickerings: INDEX OF MOVIE REVIEWS
Flickerings: INDEX OF MOVIE REVIEWS
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George Clooney stars as an over-the-hill pro football player who thinks he has the answer to rescuing his team — and maybe the game — as they teeter on the edge of bankruptcy in the dull and doltish Leatherheads. Only this film’s stylish look and exciting football action keep it from being a total bomb.
Dodge Connelly (George Clooney) is the rough and resourceful captain of the Duluth Bulldogs, a hardscrabble 1920s’ professional football team playing in front of hundreds of people for only enough money to make it from game to game. When even that money runs out, Dodge decides he needs to recruit college football sensation Carter Rutherford (John Krasinski) to play for the Bulldogs, saving the team and the game of pro football — this in an era when an amateur’s turning pro seemed preposterous. Meanwhile, Chicago Tribune reporter Lexie Littleton (Rene Zellweger) is assigned to write an expose on Carter: Perhaps his past as a war hero is not as on the up and up as the country thinks. Romance blooms between Dodge and Lexie, and a pro football era begins to bloom as well.
Clooney both stars and directs (as he did Good Night and Good Luck; Confessions of a Dangerous Mind). As director, he tries to capture the magic of fast-talking newspaper reporter films like Howard Hawks’ His Girl Friday (1940). But what should be homage comes off as satire, and unfunny satire at that. Zellweger gives it all the gumption and conviction of a bad Saturday Night Live skit, falling flat on her face. Indeed, none of the so-called comedy manages to tickle any funny bones. Clooney as director should stick to dramas.
Clooney does deserve credit for capturing the fun action on the field. Sports movies often have the most trouble scoring points with the scenes of play. Clooney captures a realistic in-the-middle-of-the-huddle feel while giving the play an added extra flare that seems appropriate for the loopy times. The handsome 1920s’ look from newsroom to football stadium to speakeasy is also a nice touch.
However, the film’s swell look and deft football sequences can only take it so far, especially because there aren’t that many football scenes. As a one-joke Howard Hawks rip-off, Leatherheads loses us early, and it never wins us back.
Tom Cruise, Meryl Streep and Robert Redford play varying members of the political elite commenting on America’s militaristic society in the preachy and tremendously boring Lions for Lambs. In his first directorial outing since 2000’s The Legend of Bagger Vance, Redford clearly has a political purpose, but viewers may fear the old lion has lost his way.
This film plays out in three interchanging parts. The first is set in the office of conservative and confident Sen. Jasper Irving (Cruise), who is selling a new military strategy in Afghanistan to earnest and confused reporter Janine Roth (Streep). The second is set in the office of California college professor Stephen Malley (Redford), who tries to convince an underachieving smart student (Andrew Garfield) why it’s worth trying hard in class and getting involved. The third is set in battle-strewn Afghanistan, where two soldier friends (Michael Pena and Derek Luke) fight for their lives side by side.
The movie feels like an ABC After-School Special on the American war on terror. The performances come across as incredibly canned and robotic. Only Cruise manages to rise above it a little, but only in a creepy Matt Lauer interview arrogance sort of way; but then that seems to be what his character is trying to convey. On the other hand, Streep is so small she is downright mousy and wasted. Redford is your classic cardboard cutout idealistic political science professor. The only difference is he looks more leathered than most, like he could use ChapStick all over his face and neck. Meanwhile, the young stars like Pena and Luke are more realistic, but we can hardly see them buried in snow, blood and the dark of night for most of the movie.
As the film opens, we think maybe we are in for Redford’s version of Black Hawk Down or a twist on Tom Clancy. That notion quickly disappears as we realize the players won’t be taking any action; they will just be talking and talking and talking through this whole movie. Mercifully, the movie ends at 88 minutes. I guess that is one advantage of real time.
Poor drama • R • 88 mins.
Movies like this prove there is still plenty of treasure to mine in young singles coming into adulthood sagas
A 29-year old yuppie weighs marriage and his oncoming life in the wonderfully intelligent romance The Last Kiss. Remaking a 2001 Italian film, director Tony Goldwyn (Someone Like You, A Walk on the Moon) and screenwriter Paul Haggis (Million Dollar Bay, Crash) deliver a refreshing and first-rate telling of the well-mined subject of 20-somethings jumping unto the great breech of marriage, parenthood and the rest of their lives.
Michael (Zach Braff) is a prosperous architect with a loving and beautiful PhD student of a girlfriend, Jenna (Jacinda Barrett). They live together in Madison, Wisconsin, and, though not sold on the institution of marriage, are preparing for a baby. Meanwhile, all around them, their friends’ dysfunctional relationships are crumbling in any manner of ways. Even the 30-year marriage of Jenna’s parents (Blythe Danner and the brilliant Tom Wilkinson) is on the rocks. Into Michael’s life bounces college student knockout Kim (Rachel Bilson), who tempts him as a not-so-permanent contrast to his seemingly permanent world. Choices will be made.
The relationship situations and set-ups are familiar, but it’s the way this film intelligently handles them that sets it apart. At first glance, Michael and his pack of friends seem almost as clichéd as any group of friends on the latest 20-something sit-coms. Michael has a serious girlfriend; Chris (Casey Affleck) is frustrated with kids; Izzy (Michael Weston) is getting over a painful break-up; and Kenny (Eric Christian Olson) refuses to commit while successfully playing the field. But what these friends say and how they intersect feels real. It’s nowhere near the stuff of bad TV. I couldn’t help thinking that if HBO had a series featuring these guys, I’d watch every episode.
Perhaps most involving of all is that fact that as we get sucked into the interweaving storylines, we never really know where any might head. Even the movie’s small choices have us on the edge of our seats, ready to groan or cheer the outcomes. To top it off, the movie’s finale smartly refuses to be overwritten or neatly packaged (unlike Braff’s otherwise fantastic Garden State). No, The Last Kiss seems about as real as it gets and is likely destined to be a touchstone for the soon-to-be 30-something generation. Movies like this prove there is still plenty of treasure to mine in young singles coming into adulthood sagas. This one is gold.
Great romance • R • 104 mins.
An apartment complex superintendent and the tenants within help a mysterious mythical creature return home in the engrossing modernized fairytale Lady in the Water. In the vein of his other works, writer-director M. Night Shyamalan (Signs, The Village) delivers another riddle of a film that relies on our suspension of disbelief and our faith in good storytelling.
Cleveland Heep (Paul Giamatti) takes care of an isolated, multi-story, poolside, middle-class apartment building. His multicultural tenants run the gamut from loners to partiers to seniors to families. One night, Cleveland discovers a strange red-haired young woman (Bryce Dallas Howard) swimming in the pool. After she rescues him from a nasty fall, Cleveland realizes that this waif, by the name of Story, is not at all from this world. Turns out she is a “narf” from the Blue World, and her life is threatened by the wolf-like “scrunt.” So our fairytale begins.
As with all Shyamalan films, to give up anything more would ruin everything. Perhaps more so than any of his other films, this one is about the actual storytelling. Shyamalan has self-reflexive fun with the telling of this story and how Cleveland puts the pieces of the puzzle together. Indeed, Cleveland is like a moviegoer trying to piece together a Shyamalan movie puzzle. Wonderfully, just like the audience, Cleveland doesn’t always get it right.
Expectations for Shyamalan films seem to have reached a sort of tipping point. Oddly, moviegoers and critics always expect to see something along the lines of his surprise blockbuster, 1998’s The Sixth Sense. However, he really hasn’t done a movie like that since. Instead of a whopper of a twist at the end, his films have gotten more layered in their storytelling: less big bite of the apple and more layered onion.
Like that onion, Shyamalan tries to pull tears from his audience. To some, these climactic emotional wringers can seem manipulative; but to this moviegoer, the emotions are earned by their accurate and critical placement in the story and by an always believably delivered performance by the main character, in this case the terrific Giamatti.
Perhaps Shyamalan is getting a little too big for his britches. Frankly, his acting turn in this film is too prominent and unwelcome, and his digs at the movie-critic character are just this side of defensive and nasty. Still, Shyamalan continues to deliver fascinating goods, and in the most literate of ways.
Good drama/fantasy • PG-13 • 108 mins.
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