WEEKEND
PREVIEW
You know how a spectrum can
be seen as a big circle, and that opposite ends of the spectrum can
ultimately be very close to one another... welcome to this weekend!
You have two movies on extreme
ends of the spectrum. On one side, you have Charlie’s Angels,
a superstar T&A festival with nothing to say, absolutely no story
structure, no logic, and no charms beyond those of its stars. On the
other, you have The Legend of Bagger Vance, which is an old-fashioned
movie with a lot to say, but no story structure, some logic, and little
charm beyond that of Will Smith and Charlize Theron's
T&A. (Early in the picture -- and not the sequence they keep
showing with Matt Damon and Ms. Theron -- there’s a scene in
which Ms. Theron's left T makes a cameo... it's the only sequence in
the film in which the director is not telling you exactly where to look.)
Put simply, Charlie’s
Angels is crap. The Patrick Goldstein piece mentioned in
yesterday's column got one key admission from Columbia film queen Amy
Pascal -- no one person was in charge. (Ahem... that was supposed
to be you, Ms. Pascal.) The first mega-mistake was handing a first-time
director a project in one of the most difficult genres to pull off --
the television remake. The best example of success in the genre was
The Fugitive, based on an action show, where the movie version
could be extremely earnest. Ironically, the new TV version of The
Fugitive owes as much to the Andy Davis movie as it does
to the original show. Very few of the lighter TV remakes have worked,
because tone is a real problem. Filmmakers are already aware that the
audience is in on the joke, so you either have to top the original or
make fun of it. Which brings up the next problem... most TV shows --
especially mega-hits -- are not driven by heightened jokes, but by personalities
and timing. All in the Family: The Movie simply could not work.
The time has past, and so much of that show was a relationship with
Carroll O'Connor. So, the first brilliant thing about Charlie’s
Angels (maybe the only one) was using actresses as iconic as Drew
Barrymore and Cameron Diaz. With due respect to Lucy Liu,
a Catherine Zeta-Jones would have been the perfect choice for
a third Angel, because she would have balanced the mix in a way that
Ms. Liu simply can't match.
In any case, you end up with
a bunch of nonmusic videos of major movie actresses being unendingly
sexy and silly for the camera after spending years and years trying
to stay away from roles like these. Charlie’s Angels is the "Pam
& Tommy Lee Home Video" of major motion pictures. You spend
30 minutes watching Cameron Diaz shake her butt at the camera,
literally. You have 30 minutes worth of shots either of Drew Barrymore's
breasts hanging out of something or of her tongue licking something.
And you have 15 minutes of Lucy Liu S&M-ing it or swinging
her hair around. And finally, 15 minutes of Bill Murray trying
desperately to be funny, and occasionally succeeding.
Is that enough to make this
mess into a hit? Yeah, probably. Does the story make any sense? No.
Are the fighting sequences believable on any level? No. (And don't try
to tell me that I'm being too literal. People fly in Crouching Tiger,
Hidden Dragon, but you believe that. I'm not talking about suspension
of disbelief... I'm talking about that emotional movie feeling of satisfaction
when a character you like wins a fight he or she couldn't win. They
try for that here and fail.) Is there any coherence between scenes?
No, not especially, although the editors tried really, really, really
hard to make poorly framed and badly covered scenes work. Am I being
too picky to wonder why, in one sequence, a woman can embody a male,
complete with prosthetics and a suit, while in another sequence she
chooses a thin, fake beard and glasses to pull off the same effect?
Probably.
And that's Charlie’s Angels
in a nutshell. There’s an entire generation of filmgoers that demands
nothing more than short, satisfying sequences from a movie. If you give
them six per film, you have them. Charlie’s Angels probably has
10. It's an absolute mess of a movie and, given the talent involved
and their ability to overcome this mess, someone should be shot for
not making at least a passable film out of this, which could have been
a monster hit. I love good junk. Robert Zemeckis's Used Cars
is a "good junk" classic. The Blues Brothers is really a
"good junk" classic. The Mask of Zorro is a great "good junk"
movie -- one of many that are so artfully made that it almost seems
unfair to call them that (see: the Indiana Jones series). Charlie’s
Angels is just junk. But that is probably enough from them to get
away with it. And if they were to do a sequel... they might make a real
"good junk" movie. We shall see.
The Legend of Bagger Vance
has a whole different set of problems. This movie is earnest and well
intentioned. Except for the one T shot (no pun intended) mentioned above,
there is no sex, only love. There is no action, only the thrill of a
ball going into a cup. And there is no junk, only a legend. But, like
Charlie’s Angels, Bagger Vance is missing that which is
critical to almost all good storytelling... a beginning, a middle, and
an end. It's not that Bagger Vance has none of these... it’s
just that they are bent out of shape beyond all reason. Somewhere in
the second act, Redford's intention going into this production becomes
clear. Man returns from war, defeated. (Prologue.) Angelic presence
and the love of a good woman get him on his feet. (First act.) Man recovers,
but his hubris defeats him again. (Second act.) Man overcomes his past
and himself to become whole again. (Third act.) The end.
Seems simple, doesn't it?
And with this cast, it could have worked just fine. But the first act
is more than an hour. The second act, at 30 minutes, still manages to
meander. And the third act, where it starts to become clear, is a scant
20 minutes or so. Like a golfer who can't find his swing, Bagger
Vance is a movie off balance.
The clearest single example
of what went wrong with this movie is this: they set up the golf tournament,
the center of the film, as a four-round event. Now, it may be factually
accurate that this would take four rounds. But it's bad movie-making.
I hate to be anal, but three acts are three acts. Charlie Kaufman
can bust that structure, but not many other screenwriters can without
falling on their faces. (Ironically, John August succeeded in
doing that with Go, but he fails to make Charlie’s Angels
work.) As you watch Bagger Vance, you wonder why there are four
rounds... because the first two are one big blur and the difference
between three and four is a bit murky because they are like the first
two rounds -- they occur on the same day -- and the transitions in the
life of Matt Damon's character [Rannulph Junuh] have to
take place between rounds, in the clubhouse, or on the course in the
middle of holes. And it just doesn't work.
Oh well...
For latest screen counts and my weekend guesstimates, check out BOE.
THE
GOOD: I caught The Emperor's New Groove this week,
fearing the worst. There had been some pretty bad buzz about the film
earlier in the year, suggesting that Disney might even take it off the
schedule and send it straight to video. Forget that. In the animated
realm of Hercules and The Road to El Dorado, The Emperor's
New Groove is the first that really works. In mentioning the two
earlier films, you can almost hear the transition. Hercules cut
back on songs, but used a Greek chorus to supply some music. El Dorado
had three numbers; it was clear that they had intended to have more,
but that they just didn’t work. And in The Emperor’s New Groove,
there is only one song, sung by "The Movie-Theme Guy" (aka Tom Jones),
at the top of the movie. You can almost hear murmurs of "It's not a
feature if it doesn't have a lot of music," but someone must have missed
Toy Story.
The Emperor's New Groove
works because Disney took a new tack (or an old one from Aladdin)
and let the stars loose. David Spade is The Emperor and is allowed
to swing just the way he does in his live-action work. He's cynical,
self-important, cowardly, and childlike, all, it seems, at the same
time. He is teamed up with John Goodman's character, a
peasant named Pacha, who embodies Goodman's blue-collar, work-out-the-logic-slowly-but-honestly
personality. On the other side are two of Disney's most memorable bad
guys, Yzma and Kronk, voiced by Eartha Kitt and Patrick Warburton.
Yzma is the Cruella DeVil of the new millennium, with a head that seems
just barely covered by skin and a slinky body occasionally punctuated
by a slight hip curve or tiny triangles where breasts once might have
been. Warburton's Kronk may become one of Disney's most beloved creations
ever. He works for a bad woman, so he does what he's told, but he's
really just a big, dumb, lovable kid with a torso like an upside-down
pyramid... and almost as huge.
If anything is missing from
The Emperor's New Groove, it's one really memorable musical number
(oh, that again!). Toy Story had "You’ve Got a Friend in
Me" and, while Sting's single from The Emperor’s
New Groove may be a hit, it's not actually in the movie. But the
film zips along its simple little story with such pace and a sense of
humor that no one's going to notice. Kids will sit through this one
over and over and over again, laughing at the same gags. Mom and dad
won't suffer too much, though Spade's shtick, when alone on screen,
may get tired after a few dozen viewings. And the film has one very
fast, very funny comedy/action sequence that is a true, all-time classic,
worthy of the best of Chuck Jones, Walter Lantz, and Disney
himself. When an audience can get ahead of a sequence, giggle in anticipation
of a beat, and then get surprised by how it plays out -- all in 30 seconds
or so -- great stuff.
Don't let my enthusiasm give
you the wrong impression... The Emperor's New Groove is not going
into the pantheon with The Lion King, Toy Story, and Bambi.
But it is, for me, the best American animated movie of the year. (Improving
on last year's Iron Giant/South Park: Bigger, Longer and Uncut/Toy
Story 2 trio would be tough.)
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