I had a beef with The Amazing Spider-man when it premiered in July 2012. The update of the series (a mere five years after a three-run film franchise) seemed more out of necessity of distributor Sony keeping its prized cash cow within its fold than anything else, and still does. The first film, which like the sequel was directed by Marc Webb, was full of raw ingredients (some good, others more sketchily drawn) that never seemed to coalesce into a firm reason for being. While I try my hardest not to hold onto any pent-up bias when entering a movie house to see something for the first time, sometimes it's not quite so easy to let go. To get personal for just a moment, I admit that and that my personal taste generally doesn't gravitate towards the comic book spectacle variety either-- although there is greatness engrained the fabrics of the Batman, X-Men and, yes, even the Spider-man film franchises. That non-true believer stamp may render what follows completely unnecessary, but here goes anyway as The Amazing Spider-man 2 has marched into cinemas, ushering in the 2014 summer movie season.
To date, this marks the fifth Spider-man movie in twelve years and second in this updated faction, perhaps making the marketing tagline "his greatest battle begins" seems a bit, well, silly. However, times have changed since Sam Raimi unveiled and first Spider-man flick back in the dog days of 2002, and now comic book franchises have grown stately in stature and demand an entire cinematic universe to hold them. With that being said, there's a lot of ground to cover. The constraints of doing so much heavy lifting all within the confines of reasonably light span of two-and-a-half hours almost merits a pity cause in favor of director Webb, who is fashioned to a machine bigger than the bona fides anyone could possibly earn from one go around at superhero play and as helmer of indie romantic comedy-- his first film was the charming 2009 film (500) Days of Summer. At the very least, The Amazing Spider-man 2 (whose major downfall is overcoming its title-- The Inconsistent Spider-man 2, though more appropriate likely wouldn't have sat will with the Sony executives), while never fully recovering its sense of redundancy, improves on the first outing in the human elements of the story and is a bit sprier all around. Plus, there's two aces in the films favor in the adroitly gifted Andrew Garfield, returning as Peter Parker, and Emma Stone, on again as girlfriend Gwen Stacey.
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Monday, December 3, 2012
New York Film Critics Circle
The games officially begin!!! The oldest (est. 1935) and most venerable of the critical groups opens up the awards season with their official unveiling of the best in the film for 2012.
BEST FILM: Zero Dark Thirty
BEST DIRECTOR: Kathryn Bigelow, Zero Dark Thirty
BEST ACTOR: Daniel Day-Lewis, Lincoln
BEST ACTRESS: Rachel Weisz, The Deep Blue Sea
BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR: Matthew McConaughey, Magic Mike and Bernie
BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS: Sally Field, Lincoln
BEST SCREENPLAY: Lincoln- Tony Kushner
BEST FOREIGN FILM: Amour
BEST ANIMATED FEATURE: Frankenweenie
BEST NON FICTION FILM: Central Park Five
BEST CINEMATOGRAPHY: Zero Dark Thirty- Greg Fraser
BEST FIRST FEATURE: David France, How to Survive a Plague
Zero Dark Thirty, Kathryn Bigelow's follow-up to The Hurt Locker which traces the events leading up to the capture and execution of Osama bin Ladin, made it through the wire with three big wins out of the gates. The film, which made it screenings debut just last weekend in the Thanksgiving rush, will open in limited engagement in a few weeks before opening wide in January. Anyway, you look at it, and no matter the eventual Oscar-ness of Zero Dark Thirty, the New York Film Critics win is big. Big for Lincoln too which won three prizes as well.
The surprises, or really the off the grid victors, as nothing should be seen as too surprising this early, were the some of the other winners. Mostly, Matthew McConaughey, who has firmly established himself a contender in the past week with Indie Spirit noms and a NYFCC win. The big on was Rachel Weisz's big win for the little seen period indie The Deep Blue Sea, which premiered through itty-bitty distributor Music Box Films last spring. Weisz earned rave reviews and small murmurs of awards buzz, but was considered in a film too small for most pundits to predict. This may mean something or nothing, but the New York seal of approval makes a compelling FYC ad.
Snubbed: The Master, which will need some help to trudge along, Les Miserables, The Sessions and Beasts of the Southern Wild. Interestingly that acclaimed doc How to Survive a Plague won the First Feature bid-- I suspect because of the great NY nature of the story of that film and it's documentary pic Central Park Five.
National Board of Review is next at bat on Wednesday.
BEST FILM: Zero Dark Thirty
BEST DIRECTOR: Kathryn Bigelow, Zero Dark Thirty
BEST ACTOR: Daniel Day-Lewis, Lincoln
BEST ACTRESS: Rachel Weisz, The Deep Blue Sea
BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR: Matthew McConaughey, Magic Mike and Bernie
BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS: Sally Field, Lincoln
BEST SCREENPLAY: Lincoln- Tony Kushner
BEST FOREIGN FILM: Amour
BEST ANIMATED FEATURE: Frankenweenie
BEST NON FICTION FILM: Central Park Five
BEST CINEMATOGRAPHY: Zero Dark Thirty- Greg Fraser
BEST FIRST FEATURE: David France, How to Survive a Plague
Zero Dark Thirty, Kathryn Bigelow's follow-up to The Hurt Locker which traces the events leading up to the capture and execution of Osama bin Ladin, made it through the wire with three big wins out of the gates. The film, which made it screenings debut just last weekend in the Thanksgiving rush, will open in limited engagement in a few weeks before opening wide in January. Anyway, you look at it, and no matter the eventual Oscar-ness of Zero Dark Thirty, the New York Film Critics win is big. Big for Lincoln too which won three prizes as well.
The surprises, or really the off the grid victors, as nothing should be seen as too surprising this early, were the some of the other winners. Mostly, Matthew McConaughey, who has firmly established himself a contender in the past week with Indie Spirit noms and a NYFCC win. The big on was Rachel Weisz's big win for the little seen period indie The Deep Blue Sea, which premiered through itty-bitty distributor Music Box Films last spring. Weisz earned rave reviews and small murmurs of awards buzz, but was considered in a film too small for most pundits to predict. This may mean something or nothing, but the New York seal of approval makes a compelling FYC ad.
Snubbed: The Master, which will need some help to trudge along, Les Miserables, The Sessions and Beasts of the Southern Wild. Interestingly that acclaimed doc How to Survive a Plague won the First Feature bid-- I suspect because of the great NY nature of the story of that film and it's documentary pic Central Park Five.
National Board of Review is next at bat on Wednesday.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Lincoln
It's 1865, and president Abraham Lincoln is set to start his second presidential term. Times are tenuous as the nation is divided and a key piece of legislation is being bitterly fought through the House-- sound familiar? There's a unflinching link to Lincoln that succinctly provides the connective tissue from our past to our present, a sense that the game of American politics as we see it today in our 21st century lives was really no different at all in action to how it was as the Civil War was waging on. That master writer Tony Kushner, the extraordinary Pulitzer Prize winning playwright of Angels in America, and the screenwriter of Lincoln, based in part on the book Teams of Rivals: The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln by Doris Kearns Goodwin, showcases and finesses this connection with such a lightness, a nimble seeming charm is the secret, the key and the way into Lincoln, a grand stage play of the American political system dressed up as an epic cinematic biography film from director Steven Spielberg. And that Spielberg, a filmmaker enshrined into the American subconscious just as Lincoln is in marble memorial form, so gently recedes his striking and majestic film to rest mostly in Kushner's text and the superior group of actors he has assembled feels in it of itself a greater triumph. The lack of Spielberg DNA in Lincoln frees the film, one which would far too easily could have fallen wayside by expectation or pedigree alone, and showcases one of the most fragile, restrained and mature pieces of work he has ever completed.
The smartest choice in Lincoln is that in settles in on a brief moment in time with Honest Abe-- the quintessential time period wherein President Lincoln is trying to enact the thirteenth amendment which would abolish slavery and hopefully end this grisly war. Spielberg, Kushner (who also scripted Munich) and team wisely rid themselves of the tired and inelegant birth to death biopic formula and distill a sense of humanity within the confines of his greatest action. The searing image through and through in Lincoln is Daniel Day-Lewis, who creates, embodies and imbues something almost supernatural in Lincoln. Never speaking in more than hushed whispers, but commanding and searing with authority, Day-Lewis (himself enshrined to obligatory greatest actor of our generation laurels) paints a portrait that's uniquely fascinating and altogether unexpected. Lincoln was a tall man, and Day-Lewis paints an imposing figure, but a fragile one, and a non-threatening one-- his walk is slightly crooked, his posture slightly hunched-- he paints a man with warmth and dignity but rids him of unsightly great man status. Speaking in wistful and colloquial cadences while biting on Kushner's nearly poetic prose, there's an uncommon intelligence to Day-Lewis' Lincoln, but also a slight cunning, a manipulator of sorts-- he was a lawyer, and a politician, of course, before he was a heroic noble figure in American history. That Day-Lewis so ably, commandingly and bewitchingly clears the cobwebs from such a part, eschews the easier, if less dignified, shades of outright nobility and inhabits a real world Lincoln is not just Lincoln's greatest thrill, but also perhaps all of cinema.
That's a big part of the spark of Lincoln, Spielberg just lets his actors act, trusting the rhythms of Kushner's words to further the drama. A film with something ridiculous, like 140 speaking parts, and a cavalcade of actors, ranging from movie stars to a veritable who's who of characters, there's thought, that had Lincoln played to the Disneyland portrait of history, say like Spielberg's own War Horse, the film might have been like a period drama version of It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad, World. Instead, where given space, breathing room-- some might complain too much in a film nearly two-and-a-half-hours long-- where the differing acting styles and ranges in mood feel nearly perfectly intact, much like a Congress itself, which anyone whose watched a news channel recently is filled with characters, some mighty and some cartoon-ish. It fits right then that Lincoln would provide space for a grand Tommy Lee Jones portrait of Thaddeus Stephens, a Republican House member with a willful charm and personal reasons for moving forward with the amendment, or a more caricatured rumination of the opposition from Lee Pace as a Democrat House member, or blisteringly entertaining minstrel show displayed by three lobbyist, portrayed by John Hawkes, Tim Blake Nelson and an awesome James Spader. These characters are also a part of our American political system, and Lincoln is a grand testament to politics before character study, which makes the shadings of not only Lincoln himself, but his countrymen all the more compelling and emotional as Kushner and company always keep the momentum rolling.
Just as the political machinations take the central stage and great actors big and small provide nuggets of insight and intelligence from characters that range from low ranking Congressmen to people like Ulysses S. Grant (Mad Men's Jared Harris- excellent), we still see bits and notches of the personal life of Lincoln. Whether in hearty political or personal debates with wife Mary Todd (Sally Field), a woman famously not as in control of her emotions as her husband, but equally wizened and well versed, or in dialogues of tension with eldest son Robert (Joseph Gordon-Levitt), or even in smaller, simpler scenes of the family man and president carrying his younger son off to bed, there's a seemingly un-Spielbergian display of restraint on display. Field's histrionics are quietly overshadowed by Day-Lewis' passivity, and create a lovely balance and nuance that belies the actors noticeable age difference.
There's only a few glaring instances where the sentimentalist in Spielberg takes over the cool reserves of Kushner's poetry, and only then are when Lincoln start to show it's seams. The most glaring offensive occurs toward the end, when (spoiler alert!) we take a visit to Ford's Theater. Naturally, the obligatory John Williams orchestrations provide their own emotional beats, despite how ill-fitting from time to time.
That being aside this is still a monumental film. Expressive and filmed in a nearly painterly fashion that not just fits the times but is nearly expressionistic. Spielberg's longtime collaborator Janusz Kaminski, the Oscar winning cinematographer of Schindler's List and Saving Private Ryan frames Lincoln mostly in shrouds of darkness with thin traces of light to capture the scenes. It's illuminating but also quite beautiful, and while Lincoln doesn't provide the nicer brand of visual eye candy that Spielberg touches usually acquire, his work is perhaps his best yet. Same goes for Rick Carter's production design that mixes elegance with muddiness, perfectly capturing the period and tone.
History will forever fully enshrine Abraham Lincoln as the great emancipator and less famously, as vampire hunter, but Spielberg, Kushner and Day-Lewis will undoubtedly be immortalized themselves for telling his tale with such uncommon dignity, humor and artistry. A-
The smartest choice in Lincoln is that in settles in on a brief moment in time with Honest Abe-- the quintessential time period wherein President Lincoln is trying to enact the thirteenth amendment which would abolish slavery and hopefully end this grisly war. Spielberg, Kushner (who also scripted Munich) and team wisely rid themselves of the tired and inelegant birth to death biopic formula and distill a sense of humanity within the confines of his greatest action. The searing image through and through in Lincoln is Daniel Day-Lewis, who creates, embodies and imbues something almost supernatural in Lincoln. Never speaking in more than hushed whispers, but commanding and searing with authority, Day-Lewis (himself enshrined to obligatory greatest actor of our generation laurels) paints a portrait that's uniquely fascinating and altogether unexpected. Lincoln was a tall man, and Day-Lewis paints an imposing figure, but a fragile one, and a non-threatening one-- his walk is slightly crooked, his posture slightly hunched-- he paints a man with warmth and dignity but rids him of unsightly great man status. Speaking in wistful and colloquial cadences while biting on Kushner's nearly poetic prose, there's an uncommon intelligence to Day-Lewis' Lincoln, but also a slight cunning, a manipulator of sorts-- he was a lawyer, and a politician, of course, before he was a heroic noble figure in American history. That Day-Lewis so ably, commandingly and bewitchingly clears the cobwebs from such a part, eschews the easier, if less dignified, shades of outright nobility and inhabits a real world Lincoln is not just Lincoln's greatest thrill, but also perhaps all of cinema.
That's a big part of the spark of Lincoln, Spielberg just lets his actors act, trusting the rhythms of Kushner's words to further the drama. A film with something ridiculous, like 140 speaking parts, and a cavalcade of actors, ranging from movie stars to a veritable who's who of characters, there's thought, that had Lincoln played to the Disneyland portrait of history, say like Spielberg's own War Horse, the film might have been like a period drama version of It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad, World. Instead, where given space, breathing room-- some might complain too much in a film nearly two-and-a-half-hours long-- where the differing acting styles and ranges in mood feel nearly perfectly intact, much like a Congress itself, which anyone whose watched a news channel recently is filled with characters, some mighty and some cartoon-ish. It fits right then that Lincoln would provide space for a grand Tommy Lee Jones portrait of Thaddeus Stephens, a Republican House member with a willful charm and personal reasons for moving forward with the amendment, or a more caricatured rumination of the opposition from Lee Pace as a Democrat House member, or blisteringly entertaining minstrel show displayed by three lobbyist, portrayed by John Hawkes, Tim Blake Nelson and an awesome James Spader. These characters are also a part of our American political system, and Lincoln is a grand testament to politics before character study, which makes the shadings of not only Lincoln himself, but his countrymen all the more compelling and emotional as Kushner and company always keep the momentum rolling.
Just as the political machinations take the central stage and great actors big and small provide nuggets of insight and intelligence from characters that range from low ranking Congressmen to people like Ulysses S. Grant (Mad Men's Jared Harris- excellent), we still see bits and notches of the personal life of Lincoln. Whether in hearty political or personal debates with wife Mary Todd (Sally Field), a woman famously not as in control of her emotions as her husband, but equally wizened and well versed, or in dialogues of tension with eldest son Robert (Joseph Gordon-Levitt), or even in smaller, simpler scenes of the family man and president carrying his younger son off to bed, there's a seemingly un-Spielbergian display of restraint on display. Field's histrionics are quietly overshadowed by Day-Lewis' passivity, and create a lovely balance and nuance that belies the actors noticeable age difference.
There's only a few glaring instances where the sentimentalist in Spielberg takes over the cool reserves of Kushner's poetry, and only then are when Lincoln start to show it's seams. The most glaring offensive occurs toward the end, when (spoiler alert!) we take a visit to Ford's Theater. Naturally, the obligatory John Williams orchestrations provide their own emotional beats, despite how ill-fitting from time to time.
That being aside this is still a monumental film. Expressive and filmed in a nearly painterly fashion that not just fits the times but is nearly expressionistic. Spielberg's longtime collaborator Janusz Kaminski, the Oscar winning cinematographer of Schindler's List and Saving Private Ryan frames Lincoln mostly in shrouds of darkness with thin traces of light to capture the scenes. It's illuminating but also quite beautiful, and while Lincoln doesn't provide the nicer brand of visual eye candy that Spielberg touches usually acquire, his work is perhaps his best yet. Same goes for Rick Carter's production design that mixes elegance with muddiness, perfectly capturing the period and tone.
History will forever fully enshrine Abraham Lincoln as the great emancipator and less famously, as vampire hunter, but Spielberg, Kushner and Day-Lewis will undoubtedly be immortalized themselves for telling his tale with such uncommon dignity, humor and artistry. A-
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