July
1 ,
2003
I’ll
get to The Terminatrix and T3 too, in a moment…
For
a change, test-screening reviews are coming from church groups and not
Austin Slim. Mel Gibson
showed his movie to a couple of Christian groups in the last week or
so and they have written about the film extensively… but they have carefully
avoided a few specific issues that jewish groups keep bringing up from
a draft of a screenplay that they read last week.
Digging through the comments at the Church of the Masses, I
noticed a decided OCD vibe. So
on the boards, I wrote:
“I
am a jew. And I am a film critic.
I don't much care for the ADL and I don't know much about the Catholic
League.
I know about movies. And I can't wait to see this one.
I'm sure it will be seen as heresy, but I see The Bible as art. It is
a work of perception, written by men, bent by politics. As as historical
text? No. I believe in God, but I do not believe in books. I believe
in the shared experience of life on this earth, all reaching for something
higher. I also respect your right to believe differently.
I hope that this film will speak to the divine, regardless of which
road it takes. I felt that Scorsese's The Last Temptation of Christ
did that. His Kundun did that for me too, and I am not a Buddhist.
I do not need filmmakers who simply find new ways of telling me what
I already believe. I want Mel Gibson to take me somewhere else.
Just because he makes the film does not make it factual. It is still
subjective, personal art. The ADL understands the power of art. But
that is no excuse for making any effort to limit expression.
People will find controversy in every single thing, always. Some of
it is more pronounced than others. If this movie, in view of reasonable
people of various faiths, does not feel anti-semetic, regardless of
the details, it will find acceptance, just as other controversial films
have. If it feels anti-semetic, again regardless of the details, it
will be opposed not just by jews, but by christians of various stripes.
Quantifying emotion is a fool's errand. In the end, it is the emotion
that will matter. Just as in all faith.”
No
response from anyone on those boards.Not one. Did I blow it by announcing
that I was not one of them? They seem to respond rather intensely when
they are confronted. Turning the artistic cheek was met by silence.
Now, how do I convince
Mel to let me be the first jew to see his movie?
Hmmm…
TERMINATOR
3: RISE OF THE MACHINES – It takes a little while to get used to
Terminator 3. This is not your Cameron’s Terminator. And it is.
It is the Cameron of the original Terminator film. That’s not to say that is low-budget and looking
like that. This film features
the most expensive greenlit price in the history of film and you really
do see it all up there on the screen, especially when you consider that
over $50 million of it went to Arnold and the rights to the property.
Jonathan
Mostow is one of a generation of career-young directors who bring
the feel of the early 70s to the screen. He makes straightforward character thrillers
that may have some big effects, but none bigger than the story itself. The same description could also have been used
to describe a younger Jim Cameron.
You know, the one who took the haunted house thriller Alien
and sequelized it as a war movie. And
then, Cameron found CG. And
it was good. He became the ultimate director/pioneer to
work in the format, maximizing the early history of CG with Titanic. The Abyss was a heavy drama that got
lost in the effects at times. T2
was another quantum leap in technology
Which brings us back to Mostow…
What
J.M. and his band of merry writers, Brancato, Ferris & Sarafian,
did was to turn back the clock to the time between The Terminator
and T2. Why was The
Terminator so compelling? What
rawness worked so well? Because
the trouble with T2 is that technology has not made the same
kind of quantum leap in the last 12 years that made T2 so surprising. Yeah, it’s cheaper. And you can come close to recreating humans
and animals. But as we saw in
The Hulk and Matrix Reloaded, you can do bigger effects,
but none of it is all that different.
Terminator
3 revisits John Connor’s life in the only way it can without setting
it in the future battle with the machines. It is unavoidable. If the premise of The Terminator was that John Connor’s life
could be ended and the future altered.
But how many times can you hold off the future?
It
is too simple to say that T3 is basically a remake of T2
with an interesting new director with a very different vision at the
helm. The first film told Sarah
Conner’s story. The second film
told the story of Sarah and John. And
T3 is about John and his next steps.
Without T2, Sarah Conner’s disappearance from T3
would seem abrupt. But somehow, Mostow & Co. have made it
seem absolutely natural.
That
said, T3 is is basically a remake of T2 with an interesting
new director with a very different vision at the helm. There isn’t a whole lot of difference between
a 23-year-old John Conner and the 13-year-old John Conner, except that
he already knows what is true. This
time out, Claire Danes’ Kate Brewster gets her eyes opened. There are some variations between the last
Terminator sent to kill Arnie and this one, besides the curves. But essentially, that’s the same play too.
Out old leather-loving machine friend is vulnerable and fighting
against the odds.
But
the big difference is that Mostow, like Cameron the first time out,
is not effects crazy. He spends
a lot of money, but the action is, for the most part, real. Real stuntmen. Real extreme.
I’m
going to stop now, because I don’t want to get into spoilers and my
next key point involves a big third act spoiler. But when you go the theater to see T3
– and you should – don’t count the dollars, don’t compare to Cameron
and don’t get all worked up about what you expected.
Just watch the movie. I
would bet that you’ll have a good old time.
I can’t think of a better antidote to Charlie’s Angels: Full
Throttle.
LEGALLY
BLONDE 2 – Oy.
No
one has been a bigger Reese Witherspoon fan than me.
Starting with Freeway, in 1996, the inevitability of her
stardom burned bright. Sexy and vulnerable in Fear. Trashy and wanton in Pleasantville. Pretty and petite in Cruel Intentions. Breathtakingly brilliant and absolutely fearless
in Election. Adult and
scary in Best Laid Plans.
And
then came Legally Blonde and everyone was a Reese Witherspoon
fan. Okay. I like crowds.
But
fame… it is a dangerous thing. And nothing is more dangerous than actors hiring directors. Very few of them do it wisely. And those few are the biggest, longest-lasting
movie stars in the world.
You
can talk all you want about Nicole Kidman riding Tom Cruise’s
coattails to superstardom, but look at her choices. Robert Benton, Harold Becker, Gus Van Sant,
Jane Campion, Kubrick, Baz Luhrmann, Lars Von Trier, Anthony
Minghella, Jonathan Glazer… wow!
That’s not even counting Amenabar, who she got lucky with, Fincher,
who she got physically unlucky with, Stephen Daldry, who helped
her to an Oscar, and Frank Oz, who may be a sour man but is one
of the most underrated mainstream directors in the game.
If you are an actress and you want to be a great star, a decade
with this baker’s dozen assures that at the very least, you will be
put through the paces.
Or,
you could hire Andy Tennant and a second-time indie lightweight
like Charles Herman-Wurmfeld.
I
am thrilled that Reese is now working with Mira Nair. But like The Importance of Being Earnest,
which flopped so quietly that no one noticed, there is a good chance
that this film will become a one-off art film before Reese goes back
to playing movie star.
There
is very little right about Legally Blonde 2. It manages to hit almost every danger marker
in the land of horrible sequels. Characters
from the last film are forced into the picture. Instead of finding a fresh angle on Elle’s
sense of herself, they found about the least believable set of character
defining events since Robert DeNiro was forced to move in with
Billy Crystal in Analyze That.
Wurmfeld fails to offer any imprint of style until late in the
third act and then his style is defined quite specifically as homosexual. Not that there’s anything wrong with that,
but the gay element is not funny enough to overcome the self-serving
tone.
The
story is so convoluted that I could try to explain it into spoiler depths
and it still wouldn’t make sense. Suffice it so say, Elle goes to Washington, but her fiancé’ can’t
seem to make the 45 minute flight from Boston more than once, since
the cost of the flight would be more than a few days work by the very
bust Luke Wilson. A bunch of bad scientists, right out of a Sid
& Marty Krofft movie, are doing evil animal tests on – I can’t
believe I am writing this – Bruiser’s mother bitch.
People in Washington think that Elle wears too much pink.
Are
you still awake?
Poor
Sally Field. She deserves
better. So does Regina King.
So does Bruce McGill. And most importantly, so does Reese.
If
you get the urge to see this movie, go to the store and buy the DVD
of the original. You’ll be happier.
Trust me.
And
Reese… great directors… I know you think you know what’s best for you…
but like those insane director boys on Project Greendeath this year,
you need the support. A great
actress like you can handle a great director, a great director will
not get lost in the bright light of your stardom.
Congrats again on Mira Nair.
Keep playing to that level or soon, you will have played yourself
out, no matter how talented you are.
And there may not be an actress in your generation who is any
more talented than you. We’re
out here rooting for you.
READER
OF THE DAY: DS-9
writes: “I
didn't think about the comparisons of Hulk and Godzilla until you brought
them up on Monday. Then again, I've tried hard to forget about that
Godzilla movie ever since I saw it.
But I
think you're right and wrong about the connection. Yes, Hulk is better
than Godzilla, in the acting and writing and execution. But the look
of each monster is also important.
I remember people (myself included) walking
out after Godzilla saying "That's not Godzilla." This thing
was brown and scaly with spikes. Not the green monster with a tiny head
and arms that we saw on Monstervision Saturdays. Once word got around,
in addition to the film's myriad of other problems, it was dead.
In his movie, the Hulk is still green and wearing
those ubiquitous purple shorts. He busts up tanks and breaks through
walls and jumps real high. To most people, that IS the Hulk, no matter
how familiar they are with the character. Had Lee/Shamus decided to
do something wild (giving the Hulk x-ray vision, long blonde hair or
a show-stopping musical number) I don't think people would have responded
to it as well that opening weekend. Now word's out that the film is
a little ponderous (and long...), hence the big drop.
Lee/Shamus colored, for the most part, inside
the lines. I did feel bad for the parents who brought their kids thinking
it'd be a fun romp. But when the Hulk proper was on screen, the kids
were quiet. They got what they came to see.
As of right now, whatever people think of the
movie, at least they can feel comfortable in the last half when the
green guy is busting the place up. In Godzilla, we didn't know what
the hell that thing running through NYC was. They told us it was Godzilla,
but I didn't believe it. It sure as hell wasn't the Godzilla I grew
up with, effectively killing the whole movie for me.
E
ME: I like
The Hulk and love parts of it.
That said, a very smart friend of mine, who got what Lee was
up to with The Hulk said to me that the film just didn’t need
all the extras. To wit, “The Hulk got caught in a gamma
ray blast and he was this bug green guy in a rage. It was simple!” And it was.
He may still be green and he has his purple pants, but it is
the feel, not the details. I
will bet that had Godzilla had a human attitude, you would have gotten
over the changes to his look. But
instead of this character that was fighting for right, she was just
a giant lizard.
In
any case, how many movies will you each see in the next six days?
The
Matrix Reloaded. Reloaded.
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Part One
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Part Two