Showing posts with label Gone Girl. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 11, 2015

My Top-10 films of 2014


If I were to identify a theme present in most of the films on my top-10 this year it would be genre films that managed approach things from an interesting angle or simply films with familiar trappings that completely subverted my expectations. I guess as someone who see's a lot of movies, reads about a lot of movies, and ends up writing about a lot of movies, I want to be surprised, and this list consists of the ten best surprises I encountered this year.

Forget the loaded titled that sparked a short-lived Twitter campaign, this debut feature from writer/director Justin Simien is one of the sharpest and smartest comedic satires about race since Spike Lee's “Do The Right Thing."  “Dear White People” examines culture-clash in a post-racial America through a nuanced lens of youthful identity panic and turns what could have been a simple and predictable story about a racially divided college into a universal message about learning how to define yourself instead of living up to the expectations of others.

From South Korean genre director Bong joon-ho comes his first English language film, a multinational post-apocalyptic action thriller about a team of survivors fighting their way through a train that separates the worlds population by class as they get closer to the engine room. There they hope to find a path to freedom and equality. This is an unapologetic, bleak vision of our world's current Geo-political mess, in which joon-ho refuses to supply any easy answers. Filled with shocking blasts of action violence and beautifully arranged set-pieces, “Snowpiercer” takes the tropes of a familiar hero story and forces the audience to examine difficult political questions.

Set in small town, rural America, this mini-budge revenge tale is another film that leaves you guessing all the way through. Almost a Coen Brothers archetype, our protagonist is an unassuming, ill-equipped nebish who takes on more than he is capable of dealing with when trying to right the wrongs between two warring families. While the tone or look of the film never suggests overt comedy, the priceless scenes of actor Macon Blair fumbling through learning how to shoot guns, dispose of a bodies and hide from his pursuers creates a nervous laughter throughout.

There have been plenty of indie flicks about young couples who're stuck in a vacation home to work through their relationship problems, but never one as chilling and surreal as director Charlie McDowell and writer Justin Lader's “The One I Love.” Mark Duplass and Elizabeth Moss are sent to vacation house per recommendation of a counselor and after some drinking and music they find that the house provides a type of strange existential therapy that can't easily be explained. I don't want to say too much because going on the ride is all the better when you don't know anything about it. All I will say is that the movie takes an absurd premise and follows it to it's natural extremes, and does so without overshadowing the original theme of what it takes for a young marriage to resolve problems of trust and communication.

David Fincher's adaptation of Gillian Flynn's popular airport novel “Gone Girl” also examines trust issues between sorted lovers. Fincher is a master at work here, as he takes what could have been a overwrought and over-written B-movie, and through his own cinematic brilliance, he confidently guides us through a brooding noir yarn that somehow manages to jump the shark three times and recover just as quick.

Indie veteran and uber-cool NY hipster Jim Jarmusch made a film about rock and roll, vampire junkies and reworked a well-worn and tired cinematic myth to create a sarcastic and post-modern world of his own. Tilda Swinton and Tom Hiddleston are captivating as bored shut-ins who have to live their lonely lives away from the public that worships them. Jarmusch's romantically lit vision of the deteriorating industrial neighborhoods of Detroit also suggests that these character's observations about the generational and economic changes in high/low culture has had a measurable effect on America's global relevance.

Jake Gyllenhaal gives his best performance yet in Dan Gilroy's black-as-coal media satire “Nightcrawler.” Here he plays Luis Bloom, a desperate and eager swindler who goes to uncomfortable lengths to film the fallout of crime scenes before his competitors get there first. Gilroy compares the hunger to succeed with a sociopaths lack of empathy, creating a nocturnal LA milieu where the loners and losers rule the city.

Forget those warm and fuzzy flicks about an older mentor and his younger talented protegee looking for words of wisdom. Damien Chazelle's “Whiplash” re-examines this familiar set-up as an abusive and epic power struggle. Miles Teller as the masochistic and ambitious college jazz drummer and JK Simmons as his Hannibal-Lector-like teacher steal the air from every scene as they fill their spaces full of raw and tangible tension, boiling to a fever pitch until arriving at one of the best movie ending of last decade.

Richard Linklater's twelve year project about a Texas boy growing up in a broken family creates an emotional scope far larger than the average coming-of-age drama usually aspires. By watching these actors age on camera and by composing each scene as a mini narrative within the larger context of someone's life, this movie becomes a living photo album full of the key memories that define who we are--be it the big moments that change everything or the small, insignificant moments that we forget as time passes.

Unlike anything else this year, this intimate sci-fi horror slinked it's way into brain and never let me go. Scarlett Johansson says very little as a predatory vixen who roams the poorly lit streets of Scotland looking for her prey. Without explicitly trying, British director Jonathan Glazer illustrates a compelling allegory about sexual power dynamics and gender politics, wrapped in a sensual thriller that will possess a patient audience with it's icy atmosphere and nightmarish visuals.

Honorable Mentions:
Guardians of the Galaxy, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Stranger by the Lake, Birdman, Foxcatcher, The Grand Budapest Hotel, Dawn of the Planet of the Apes, Obvious Child, Locke


Originally Published in the Idaho State Journal/Jan-2015

Friday, October 10, 2014

Gone Girl review



              With the bulk of David Fincher’s films there exists an exciting tension that comes from the dichotomy between the pulpy familiarity of the genres he plays around in and the classical, detail-oriented approach in which he presents them. Whether it’s a gimmicky serial killer thriller like “Se7en”, a paranoid chase mystery like “The Game” or police procedural like “Zodiac,” Fincher always maximizes the drama of every scene with a precise eye for camera placement and a deliberate pace that in today’s mode of mainstream filmmaking would typically be seen as a liability. Come to think of it, amongst all the comic book adaptations and the franchise blockbusters, Fincher is one of the only filmmakers working today that's allowed to make large-scale, slow-burning pop-corn flicks for grown-ups.
                “Gone Girl” is based on the best-selling airport novel and adapted by the book’s author Gillian Flynn, and like aforementioned films, this is another exploration of what would normally be seen as B-movie terrain, but crafted with an assured hand.  Every scene is meticulously blocked and designed and the sleek, steel-cool tone of this potboiler gracefully glides along, lulling you into every bear-trap that's built into the narrative. Surprisingly, even when the story changes gears halfway through and solves what seemed to be the propelling force of the drama, the characters are so conflicted with interesting contradictions that the movie quickly recovers from the jarring switch.
                On the surface, the plot seems like the type of stuff most lifetime movies are made of. Nick Dunne (Ben Affleck) is a seemingly dutiful husband who, on the day of his wedding anniversary, comes home to find that his wife Amy (Rosamund Pike) has gone missing, with some evidence in the house suggesting a violent struggle. After a few days of building media attention, Nick becomes the prime suspect and his personal life, as well as the intimate details of his marriage, becomes scrutinized and analyzed by every outsider looking in, including the small town detectives working on the case (Kim Dickens and Patrick Fugit), his twin sister (Carrie Coon), and his high-profile, celebrity lawyer (Tyler Perry).
                As a performance-driven film, the success of this stylish neo-noir is totally dependent on the ability of its actors. Whether they're cast against type or because of their extratextual association with their characters, such as Ben Affleck, whose relationship with the public has always been a bit of rollercoaster, the film mines every performance for latent connotations that the audience might bring and uses them to either support the plot or to purposely mislead you. Tyler Perry’s goody-goody reputation is played against his confident lawyer role, while television’s Neil Patrick Harris plays Amy’s all-too-concerned and creepy ex-boyfriend Desi.  Rosamund Pike as the icy New York socialite-come-small-town-homemaker not only keeps the story’s problematic sexual politics from getting in her way, but, even as many of her scenes are shown in flashback, ends up stealing the entire movie.
                Despite just how high-concept and silly this thing eventually gets, building slowly from a mournful mystery to a shockingly violent fever-pitch, Fincher’s knack for storytelling pulls you into this almost three hour spectacle without a single minute wasted. In using the same technical team behind his last few movies “The Social Network” and “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo,” his collaborations have created a shorthand between the cinematography, editing, and sound design that hums in near-perfect harmony.  The sparse visual sense by director of photography Jeff Cronenweth and the melancholy ambiance of Atticus Ross and Trent Reznor’s score drenches every scene in tonal atmosphere, creating a heightened dream-like reality in which this movie is afforded the pleasure of straddling the line between observant social satire and sleazy, late-night cable-television camp.
                                                                                                                                         
Grade: B+

Originally Published in the Idaho State Journal/Oct -2014