Sunday, June 24, 2018

Incredibles 2 review

Nearly fifteen years have passed since Disney released Pixar’s "The Incredibles." The movie arrived just as the superhero film boom was heating up and it remains one of the best examples of the genre. Hype for a sequel maintained, even as Pixar further expanded their brand and gave some of their lesser properties multiple sequels of their own. Now with “Incredibles 2” finally here, we are at a different vantage point; the genre clichés and tropes that the first film was poking fun at are now used without irony by every studio who wants to stay competitive. “Incredibles 2,” while perfectly enjoyable and a worthy successor of its original is both too little too late to the party and unfairly judged against a type of filmmaking it helped to foster.

This story picks up minutes from the point where the last film ended. After a battle with a villain called the Underminer, the authorities charge Mr. Incredible (Craig T. Nelson) and his family with illegally engaging in vigilantism. While away from their home, awaiting legislation, a wealthy philanthropist named Winston Deavor (Bob Odenkirk) and his techy sister Evelyn (Catherine Keener) approach the family with a proposition. Together, these two mysterious investors plan to reinstitute superhero legality by body-camming Mrs. Incredible/Elastigirl (Holly Hunter) and showing the public that she can save lives while keeping collateral damage to a minimum.  With Helen now away fighting for their futures, Bob is stuck at home helping their kids Dash and Violet with their school lives, as well as trying to maintain their unpredictably powerful baby Jack-Jack.

Whereas the first adventure with this family focused on the concept of the retired-superhero as a metaphor for post-war threatened masculinity, this film extends the metaphor now to American men of a certain age coming to terms with the wife working while they stay at home. Writer/Director Brad Bird certainly has his finger on the pulse of these classically American moments in time, as well as a fascination of pulp, science-fiction archetypes from the 50s and 60s, sprinkled with a dash of Ayn Randian objectivism by way of Alan Moore's dystopian deconstruction of the superhero myth within works such as "Watchmen." All of that is very interesting and gives this world a totemic universality that informs the relatable family concerns and the smaller-scale character work.  What's less interesting is the basic mechanics of this adventure when it comes to the nuts and bolts of its storytelling and way that it manages screen-time between the A and B plot

The mystery Helen solves involving a technological terrorist called the Screenslaver is disappointingly easy to solve and a bit tedious to follow as it's telegraphed from beat to beat. While the animation that goes into these high-octane action-sequences is beautifully rendered and the set-pieces themselves are designed with detail and care, it's difficult not to feel that in this go-around action is often supplanting story.  As far as Bob's adventures with the kids goes, the concept is a nice change of pace, but where Bird could have used these moments to deepen the characters and speak more specifically to Bob's frustrations as a sidelined super, we're treated instead to fluffy sit-com set-ups that only connect to the overarching narrative during the final act, when story is almost forced to dovetail.

While I might be a little hard on "Incredibles 2" I'm aware that the demographic for this film is young enough that these nuanced concerns will likely not register.  Plot contrivances aside, I still recommend this sequel for its achievement in action direction, its impressive animation and the characters I still like hanging out with, but when comparing this to the pillars of Pixar's output, including the movie's 2004 predecessor, the grading curve becomes steep--perhaps unfairly so.

Grade: B -

Originally published in the Idaho State Journal/June-2018

Monday, June 11, 2018

Ibiza review


It’s increasingly obvious that Netflix doesn’t care what’s in their library of original content, so long as they can expand on and broaden said library. Who needs classic films and the hidden gems of cinema’s history when we can have fresh, direct-to-streaming movies like Adam Sandler’s tone-deaf western spoof “The Ridiculous Six,” the misguided fantasy/cop-drama hybrid “Bright,” or this year’s cold, dead fish of a buddy comedy “Ibiza.” Every once and while Netflix will treat us to a genuinely tasteful experience like the heart-breaking war drama, “Beasts of No Nation,” but more often then not, I scroll through my choices and see more and more dreck like “Ibiza.” Built on the dated premise that ‘female Hangover’ is still a winning hook to use in a Hollywood pitch meeting, “Ibiza” is at best an extended travelogue and at worse a silicon valley executive’s excuse for a tax write-off.

Gillian Jacobs plays Harper, a New York advertising agent who’s brimming with jittery affectation and professional neurosis. Harper’s supposedly evil boss (because the movie tells us to hate her) sends her to Barcelona to score a big deal with a client, but she decides to take her two selfish friends Nikki (Vanessa Bayer) and Leah (Phoebe Robinson) along with her, where they spend the trip dancing in clubs, popping pills and talking to hunky European guys. When Harper becomes obsessed with hooking up with a famous DJ (Richard Madden), the girls decide to move their party to the island of Ibiza. Can Harper get into the exclusive club to reconnect with her fantasy love-boat, dance all night and make it back to Spain early enough to prepare for her big meeting?

I don’t have a principled stance against an all-female comedy about girlfriends cutting lose and indulging a wild weekend getaway, but I do have a bias against hacky comedies in which the actors are tossed in front of the camera and forced to generate material on the spot because the screenwriter couldn’t be bothered to construct actual scenes. In the many sequences that meander in no discernable direction, three leads seem desperate to generate humor from the deep black void that is this movie, doing over-mannered impressions of who I assume are the most annoying people they ever met.  I’ve seen Gillian Jacobs play prickly and damaged in the Netflix series “Love,” as well as cute and bubbly in the sitcom “Community,” and I’ve seen Vanessa Bayer create interesting sketch characters on Saturday Night Live. Their performances here are so severely unfunny, but if I didn’t already know better, it would have been inconceivable that these people make their living in comedy.

It’s obvious the director (Funny or Die alum Alex Richenbach) lost complete control of the shoot when over forty percent of the runtime is devoted to techno dance montages and barely connected plot points that only exist to get the characters from one location to another. The story doesn’t advance so much as it changes the setting every ten minutes. I suppose the theme here is about friendship and self-discovery, but that’s almost entirely lost when the protagonist’s journey is based on hooking up with a vacuous EDM Prince charming that we barely get to know, and her friends constantly use each other for personal gain. “Ibiza” completely lacks in anything approaching reality, humanity or anything remotely recognizable as a true human emotion.

Grade: F

Originally Published in the Idaho State Journal/June-2018

Sunday, June 3, 2018

Solo: A Star Wars Story review

There are usually two types of “Star Wars” fans; the people who watch it for Darth Vader and the people who watch it for Han Solo. Nobody watches for Luke Skywalker (Sorry-not-sorry). Because we already have two trilogies essentially devoted to the rise and fall of Darth Vader, it was almost a foregone conclusion that someone would build a story around the cocky flyboy turned space outlaw originally played by Harrison Ford. Ron Howard, who previously worked with George Lucas on the 1988 fantasy film “Willow,” directs “Solo: A Star Wars Story, “a tangential prequel that helps fill the gaps between the larger sagas, primarily focusing on Han as a youthful runaway.

Father and son writers Lawrence and Jonathan Kasdan begin this movie showing Han (Alden Ehrenreich) escaping an enemy occupied planet without his lover Qi’ra (Emilia Clarke). Proclaiming that he will one day return to save her, Han assumed the moniker Solo and joined the Imperial military to steal something large enough to buy a ship and return to his girl. There he meets up with a group of competing smugglers led by the cynical Beckett (Woody Harrelson). After joining, he makes a deal to help the group steal a volatile weapons payload for a dangerous arms dealer named Dryden Vos (Paul Bettany).

 As the film progresses, we get to see the young Solo’s first encounters with the Millennial Falcon, the vein gambler Lando Calrissian (Donald Glover), and his destined lifelong partner Chewbacca. We should expect the character’s greatest hits and catchphrases within this style of conceptual universe building, but it also smells a lot like fan-service, and as each of these moments pass, you can almost hear Kasdan’s red pencil drag a line through the list of directives ordered down from Mount Disney. That’s why I felt slightly guilty by the big grin that came over my face as the movie plopped these elements into the story like farmer filling the trough for his hungry pigs. I’ll be the first to admit that even as I acknowledge the pandering here, I enjoyed almost all of it.

Howard handles the sci-fi/western themes and the action sequences well. Hints of Marvel’s “Guardians of the Galaxy” and the cult television series “Firefly” feel present here, even as those properties wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for the influence of “Star Wars” in the first place—a classic example of the pop culture snake eating its tropes.  Handheld shaky cam obscures some of the ground combat, and the runtime feels about 15 minutes too long, but any motion picture that gives us a train heist, a prison escape and an aerial dogfight all within the same theater experience at least has a good understanding of what populist filmmaking should be.

Is “Solo: A Star Wars Story” essentially Star Wars fan fiction? Yes, but that doesn’t automatically make it bad, even if it doesn’t move the needle very far within the overall mythology. Ehrenreich carries everything adequately, even if his boyish take on the character isn't the spot-on Harrison Ford impression people are expecting. The supporting cast is all given enough to do to keep us invested in their place within the story as well.  There’s almost nothing that’s essential or impactful about this franchise mortar of a movie, but it’s highly entertaining and full of characters (new and old) that we want to spend our time with, which is more than I can for almost half of the other entries in the Star Wars cinematic universe.

Grade: B

Originally published in Idaho State Journal/June-2018