Serious Young Cinephile Sheen Heenan currently lives at South
West Rocks on the Mid-North Coast of New South Wales.
I’ve seen a lot of films since my last diary, and there is a real
highlight amongst them. I’ve crossed another major Best Picture contender off the list, and revisited a
movie which had initially disappointed me, to find I liked it more on a second
viewing. I’ve run into some annoying technical difficulties, and I’ve caught up
on a number of films which didn’t show anywhere near me upon their Australian theatrical
releases. Let’s start with the strongest of the bunch.
I’d been meaning to watch The Red
Shoes (Michael Powell & Emeric Pressburger, UK, 1948) for years, ever since hearing it mentioned in reviews of
the excellent Black Swan (Darren
Aronofsky, USA, 2010). The influence on the latter film is clear, but I loved The Red Shoes all on its own. The film
tells the story of Victoria Page (Moira Shearer), a dancer whose life mirrors
that of a fairytale character she plays in a ballet. The ballet, invented for
the film and based on a Hans Christian Anderson story, is about a girl who tries
on a pair of beautiful dancing shoes only to discover they are enchanted and
will make her dance against her will for all eternity. Something she loves
becomes a nightmare. Victoria’s life heads in this direction as well, though
not before we are treated to a constantly engaging backstage story of
creativity and jealousy. This is one of the strongest films I have seen on the
subject. The film’s greatest achievement lies in its central dance sequence,
when Victoria performs the titular ballet for the first time before an
audience. The film makes the fascinating decision to show a fantasy version of
this scene, using special effects and camera movements to offer viewers a show
which couldn’t possibly be that seen by the ballet’s audience. I found this
sequence literally breathtaking. It’s the best dance scene I’ve ever seen in a
film, and I don’t feel the need to further qualify that.
On VOD I watched The Keeping Room
(Daniel Barber, USA, 2014), which combines genres to a modest degree of
success. Set in the South during the American Civil War, the film stars
indie-constant Brit Marling as Augusta, who lives with her sister Louise
(Hailee Steinfeld) and a slave named Mad (Muna Otaru). These three live in a
large, isolated house, otherwise unoccupied since all of the local men have gone
to war. Augusta catches the eye of a pair of wandering Union soldiers, and from
here the film shifts to become a home-invasion thriller. The chaotic nature of
the setting and the relationships and conversations between the women make the film
easy to recommend, but the invasion is played too traditionally to really
impress. The performances from the three women are strong, with Brit Marling’s
usual full commitment making her especially convincing. Marling is what drew me
to this film, and she continues her long track record of great performances in
smaller films.
Boiling the Oscar race down to basics, The Big Short (Adam McKay, USA, 2015) is one of three films (the other
two being Spotlight and The Revenant) which have a realistic
chance of winning Best Picture. This is one more possibility than is usual, two
weeks before the ceremony, making this the most exciting awards season in
years, if you care about that sort of thing. Based on a book by Moneyball
author Michael Lewis, who used to work in finance himself, The Big Short
aims to explain the 2008 financial crash to the masses. To this end,
the film pauses occasionally to introduce a celebrity, who will speak directly
to camera, offering a simplified explanation of a
deliberately-difficult financial term or concept. This feels at least a
little condescending, but it sort of
works. The film works against itself here, though, with its frantic
editing style and love of loud music
unnecessarily making these explanations more difficult to understand. The
film offers an unusual perspective on the crash, showing the story through the
eyes of three groups of people who, through rigorous investigations and/or dumb
luck, saw the failure of the housing market coming, and made enormous bets with major banks, allowing them to
profit greatly once it all fell apart. We
don’t really root for these characters, since they’re part of the problem, but
it’s fascinating seeing the corrupt nature of the financial system robbing even
the people who see through the lies. This is a big, loud, flashy, complicated
movie with an all-star cast including Ryan Gosling, Brad Pitt and Christian Bale
among others. Not everything it tries works, but a lot of it does. It drew me
in enough to read the book, which I hope offers further clarity.
Irrational Man (Woody Allen,
USA, 2015) was the first major film since my move to South West Rocks that
didn’t open anywhere within driving distance, causing me much irritation. Now,
five months later, I’ve caught up with it on VOD, and I’m pretty underwhelmed.
Woody Allen has made many, many great films,
but his rapid output (one film a year, every single year since 1982) has also
led to a large number of disappointments between the hits, and this new film
falls into the latter category. The lead is Abe, a philosophy professor having
a mid-life crisis, played by Joaquin Phoenix. Abe’s profession allows Allen to fill
the film with a barrage of pointless academic discussions, which bored me
silly, but work to attract not one but two female characters. These are Rita, a
married professor of approximately Abe’s age played by Parker Posey, and his
student Jill, played by Emma Stone, who
is quite a bit younger. Allen’s films keep including these creepy relationships
with younger women, but at least this one admits it’s inappropriate. Abe and
Jill overhear a conversation which leads him to decide a stranger might be
better off dead, and the characters converse endlessly about the morality of
doing something about it. It doesn’t really matter that this movie isn’t any
good, since Allen already has another film in post-production. And so it
continues.
I don’t know why I keep watching Eli Roth films. His latest is Knock Knock (Eli Roth, USA, 2015), which
thinks it has something interesting to say about the nature of fidelity, but
instead just drowns in the inconsistency of its characters. Family man Evan
(Keanu Reeves) is home alone, working while his wife and children take a trip,
when a pair of bedraggled, barely-clothed young girls appear on his doorstep, seeking
shelter from the rain. Evan politely plays host, casually brushing off their
advances until, whoops, suddenly they all have sex. When he wakes up, Evan
finds himself at the mercy of the girls, who plan to hold his actions against
him. This is one of those horror movies where the lead spends half of the film
strapped to a chair, screaming threats into a gag. When the girls’ motivations
are revealed, they make no sense, given the events which have come before. It’s
an unpleasant experience, and it contains a lot of ugly conversation with no relevance
to the situation. To add insult to injury, my rented DVD froze up halfway
through the movie, and I had to pay again to finish watching it on iTunes.
My nephew and I headed to the local cinema to see Goosebumps (Rob Letterman, USA, 2015), and we both had a good time.
This film has been carefully timed to hit two generations, as the people who
grew up reading the books are now old enough to take their own children to see
it. This series of children’s horror novels was a favourite of mine, and I
found myself well-served on a nostalgic level, while my nephew loved the
variety of monsters on display, without finding them particularly scary. The
hero of the film is young Zach (Dylan Minnete), who moves to a new town with
his mother to find himself living next door to Goosebumps author R.L. Stine (Jack Black). Stine is a shut-in,
keeping his daughter Hannah (Odeya Rush) locked up in his home to protect the
secret that the books he wrote brought the creatures within them to life. Zach
falls in love with Hannah, enters the house and accidentally unleashes all of
the monsters into the world. These include zombies, werewolves, killer lawn
gnomes and the talking dummy Slappy, who controls the other creatures and holds
a grudge against Stine for keeping him captive. This is a lot of fun, and it’s
a rare children’s movie which works for adults as well.
I missed The Diary of a Teenage
Girl (Marielle Heller, USA, 2015) both at the Sydney Film Festival and during its brief theatrical run, so I was glad to catch up with it on
VOD. In the mid-1970s, 15-year-old Minnie (Bel Powley) keeps an audio diary of her experiences and
emotions, which is largely concerned with her discovering sex. For most of the
film, she stays in a secret relationship with her mother’s much older live-in
boyfriend Munroe (Alexander Skarsgård). We get a rare perspective on these
events. The film obviously condemns Munroe, but most of what we hear about him
comes from Minnie, who views him not as a predator, but as a disappointing
boyfriend. Kristen Wiig gives a great performance as a mother whose love for
her daughter runs deeper than she shows at first, seemingly inattentive during frequent drug-fuelled parties.We’ve seen this
story before, over and over, but Powley’s take on the situation helps to
differentiate this telling somewhat. The
film remains visually interesting, as well, as cartoon illustrations invade the
photography. The film meanders somewhat, and repeats itself too often, but it’s
worth a look if you’re not completely sick of the genre yet.
I finally found time this week to watch the Extended Edition of The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies (Peter
Jackson, New Zealand/USA, 2014), which runs 20 minutes longer than the
already-lengthy theatrical version. The
Lord of the Rings films are amongst my all-time favourites, and I’ve seen
them all dozens of times. The Hobbit
films represent a pretty clear drop in quality, stretching far less material across
a similar amount of time, but I still mostly enjoyed them. It’s a world I love,
and I like wading through the lore. The
Battle of the Five Armies was the most disappointing of these to me on an
initial viewing, filled with badly-misjudged humour and obvious CGI. These
elements have not been removed from the Extended Edition, and they still annoy
me, but I found more to like upon a second viewing. It’s still the world I
love, more or less.
The most unusual addition to this longer version is a scene where some
of the dwarves ride a chariot through an icy path, using the spinning blades to
bloodily dismember a succession of orcs. The entire scene is new for the longer
cut. Jackson knew he couldn’t include it
in a PG-13 film, so he made the whole sequence far more violent than anything
else seen in the series, knowing the rating mattered less on this DVD version.
Sure enough, it’s the only one of the six films to carry an MA rating in
Australia, and an R in the United States.
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