Sunday, February 24, 2013

Ghosts of Rwanda (2004)

Documentaries are an odd medium, aren’t they? At least in terms of critical purposes. I’m not saying they’re difficult to review. Au contraire, but they are a separate entity. They are almost critic-proof. You can’t review them on the basis of a linear narrative, because when you really think about it, there is none. You can’t review them on the basis of the performances, because there are none. You can’t review them on the basis on the screenplay, because, with the exception of a plan on what to discuss and who to question, there is none. Sure, you can judge it on the basis of the technical composition (tone, cinematography, lighting, music, etc.), but that’s not what matters.

In the big scheme of things, documentaries rely on their themes. The main thing to inspect is how those themes are conveyed. Documentaries have tones that range from whimsical and majestic (MicroCosmos), to deathly serious (The Cats of Mirikitani), to philosophical (The Secret), to musical observance (Michael Jackson’s This is It). Conveying its themes properly requires not merely technical composition, but also alluring power, fascination, be it good or bad, and, at times, charisma, like in a Morgan Spurlock or Michael Moore documentary. One documentary that certainly does its job very well is Ghosts of Rwanda, produced by PBS, a.k.a. Pretty Boring Shit (hahaha…I’m just playing).

The theme of this documentary is the 1994 Rwandan genocide of the Tutsis by the Hutus and this documentary was released in response to the ten-year anniversary of that genocide. I already discussed a good chunk of the genocide’s historical content in my Hotel Rwanda review. However, surprisingly, the film actually balances the juxtaposition of the atrocities of the genocide with the limited action of the United States. The film takes a perspective of the United States that is, concurrently, contemptuous and painfully, agonizingly humane. We felt sorry for what was going on in Rwanda, but we didn’t want to cause any additional trouble. Nevertheless, it is definitely frustrating, angering, and disdainful to see how the United States barely made any effort to rescue the Rwandans and the movie adopts a tone that is embarrassingly and horrifically retrospective.

However, thinking of the film’s tone brought to mind a quote from a Ryan Michaels review of Moonrise Kingdom, where he said that film was, “unified in tone, but varied in emotion.” That statement can most definitely be applied to this documentary. While the film soaks in that embarrassed and horrified retrospective tone, the emotions range from sad to furious to dumbfounded. The stories and images presented in this documentary are fascinatingly upsetting. They draw you in and tear your soul and heart apart. The black screens with dates and locations on them ratchet up the tension, as the viewer is anxious on what horrific moment of the genocide is behind that black screen. The camera persists on showing thousands of slaughtered civilians, some of them slowly rotting away into a skeletal configuration. They emphasize the fact that the Rwandan genocide was, in the words of Michael Jackson, “…a nightmare. A horrifying nightmare.”

That’s pretty much the overall gist of the film. Like I said earlier, documentaries should be judged on how they convey the themes they espouse. So, does the film properly communicate the horrors of the Rwanda genocide? Does it leave an impact and provoke thought on the involvement of foreign affairs? To me, yes! Sorry that this wasn’t a very dissecting, deep review, but this really isn’t that kind of film.

RATING: Three-and-a-half stars out of four

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Hotel Rwanda (2004)

Watching this film evoked a section from the poem, “A Dream Deferred,” by Langston Hughes. “What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore and then run?” This concept comes into play several times during the film. In Rwanda, the Tutsis want to be able to live in peace and be saved from the bloodshed and chaos. They always come close to have this dream come true. However, some obstacle always blocks that dream. If one is a historian or Rwanda connoisseur, then they know the outcome of what happens, but this offers sympathy in one of the most inspirational and powerful films I’ve ever seen.

The film takes place in Rwanda (obviously) in 1994. Around this time, Rwanda is experiencing an ugly genocide of the Tutsis by the Hutus. The situation worsens when the Rwandan president, who planned to unite the Hutus and Tutsis and stop the mass killings via a peace treaty, is killed when his plane is shot down and the Tutsis are blamed for it, resulting in a more massive slaughtering of Tutsis. Hope arrives in the form of an improbable hero: Paul Rusesabagina. Paul is a Hutu hotel manager, whose wife is Tutsi. As the problem is becoming greater, he provides salvation by allowing the Tutsis to take shelter in his hotel and bribe and persuade the Rwandan army officers. From then on, the film is a constant mission to help these people and get them to safer grounds.

This film draws striking parallels to Schindler’s List. Anyone reading the synopsis can confirm that. And to be honest, Schindler’s List is a better film. This film doesn’t push itself to the extreme, overbearingly ugly levels that Schindler did. Plus, Oskar Schindler was a more complex being. He seemed extremely detached from the situation and really seemed all about profit with limited empathy towards the victims until he morally unfolded into that kind of person. Paul seems more like a standard good guy and you believe that he would do the things he did. However, what sets Paul apart from a standard cinematic hero is that this hero has the face and spirit of Don Cheadle. You’d think that wouldn’t be a major difference, but it is, as Cheadle gives a veracious and vehement performance, which may possibly be the best of his career. Jamie Foxx deserved his Best Actor Academy Award for Ray, but if anyone else, by chance, were picked over him, it would’ve have to had been Don Cheadle with his rich, thick, and realistic accent and his quick-witted, intelligent persona that he employs. It is phenomenal to see the tactics that Paul uses to aid these victims (1,268, to be exact).

While Don Cheadle certainly is worth talking about, the supporting performances are outstanding, too. Nick Nolte shines in one of his best performances as UN officer Colonel Oliver, who finds a superb mixture of gruffness, lovability, and disorientation. He is stuck in a very uncomfortable position as he wonders how to get these civilians to a state of tranquility and security. This allows for a wonderful dynamic between him and Paul. The way they communicate their thoughts, conflicting as they can be, is beguiling. Sophie Okonedo gives a shattering and visceral performance as Paul’s wife, Tatiana. At first, I though that this actress didn’t receive many other cinematic opportunities afterwards. I thought it was one of those performances that is so brilliant that the performer will never be able to top it and eventually, the performer fizzles out. However, after looking at her filmography on Wikipedia (don’t judge), I discovered that she’s still hanging in there. So, instead of a great acting performance that leads to one’s downfall, it’s a great acting performance that actually (gasp) gives her more work. Either way, it’s a very strong performance that even allows for a little bit of humor. All I’ll say is: wait for the showerhead scene. Who knew a scene that begins tense and frightening unfolds into something so whimsical and frothy.

This film is deeply intriguing from beginning to end. The viewer is immediately drawn in by the monologue spoken over a pitch-black screen. And the intrigue keeps flowing. I said that Schindler’s List and this film have a similar story arc, but are different in execution. While both are searing and unabashed emotionally, they differ in nature. Schindler’s List relies on the macabre and repulsive facets of history. Hotel Rwanda relies on lamenting poetry. Scenes, such as the staggering morass on the Rwandan streets and the street of dead Tutsis, are simultaneously simply heartbreaking and profoundly horrifying.

However, those scenes didn’t click in my mind as much as one specific scene. It’s a scene where the United Nations proclaims that they must not intervene with the situation, given the disastrous situation in Somalia the year before (**coughs** Black Hawk Down **coughs**). All white citizens, such as white hotel customers and foreign officials, are evacuated from Rwanda, but the Rwandans themselves are left behind. As the bus with all of the white people leaves Rwanda, the camera focuses on the millions of Rwandans in the rain, watching their chance for survival vanish. It’s one of the saddest and frustrating cinematic scenes I’ve ever witnessed. What a lesson it preaches in such a short scene. If you can simply turn the other cheek to your brothers in a time of need, you are killing them whether you pull the trigger near their temples or do nothing, forcing them to fend for themselves. This is director and co-writer Terry George’s major film. He hasn’t really directed anything particularly eminent before or after this film. However, he sure as hell can do it, given the spic-and-span quality of this film. I absolutely love this film!

RATING: Four stars out of four

Black Hawk Down (2001)

You know, there was every chance for this film to go horribly wrong. Military duty is not to be taken lightly. While it is a dignified affair, the results can also turn out horrible for the soldier, physically and psychologically. Making a film of this subject matter, which we’ll dive deeper in later, needed to be crafted with the most thorough, delicate, and buttoned-up hands. I suspect that some people in 2001 may have been worried when they heard two of the names attached to this project. One of those names was Ridley Scott. When one hears the name Ridley Scott, two films usually come to mind: Blade Runner and Alien, two films that are now highly regarded as laudable, fecund, science fiction visionary masterpieces. However, keep in mind that while Alien did well with critics back then, Blade Runner was a different story.

While it did receive newfound popularity over time (a 1992 director’s cut could partially be the reason), the film, at that time, deeply divided people. There were some people that thought it was plodded; heavy on spectacle, light on substance. In addition, some say that Ridley Scott’s track record hasn’t been necessarily immaculate. While his 2000 flick, Gladiator, earned him an Academy Award for Best Picture, that film, like Blade Runner, was very divisive. Some think of it to be a colossal, ambitious, yet overrated snooze fest. And need we remind you that he directed the film that many people consider to be the low point of the Hannibal Lecter franchise?

The other named people raised eyebrows and scratched heads at was Jerry Bruckheimer. This producer is particularly known for slam-bang, furious, no-holds-barred action films (Gone In 60 Seconds, Armageddon), sugarcoated kids’ films (G-Force, Confessions of a Shopaholic), and forgettable, fantasy flicks (The Sorcerer’s Apprentice, Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time). So, I’d like to think that some expected this film to be a disgusting, overly-patriotic, pious propaganda piece; a film that could be summed up in three words: America, F*** Yeah! However, these two questionable and somewhat disparate cinematic moguls have come together to create a nifty, gritty, competent experience.

What’s the film about? The film takes place during 1993 in Somalia. Warlord Mohamed Farrah Adid has seized food from his fellow citizens, resulting in famine and anguish. The U.S. responds to this atrocious situation by sending their Army to Somalia, capture Adid, and seize Adid’s food supplies to give to the poor. What is seemingly thought of as a straightforward, breezy assignment turns into an absolute nightmare. Planes take heavy, unrelenting fire and men drop dead one by one.

The first five minutes of Black Hawk Down is great cinema. It opens with dim, unfiltered cinematography, which plays a huge part with the success of this film. The film has a crafty and flexible color palette, which ranges from bright, enticing yellows to blurry, desolate green and blues. Every shot connects with its tonal counterpart and really puts the viewer in the atmosphere and mood of the scene, which is exactly what happens in the opening. We, also, in the beginning hear that familiar, poetic African singer that always punctuates an epic yet horrifying moment. Some may find that a cliché, but I think it’s a great chance of pace from having the usual overwrought, bombastic orchestra music. The opening also immediately confronts us with the terror of the situation pre-military intervention. It also offers a great cultural portrayal of Somalia, outside of the horror. The way it’s shot, the way it juxtaposes African and American music; all of it makes me feel like I’ve been to Somalia. These first five minutes are an excellent summation of the things I absolutely adore about the film.

Unfortunately, the rest of the film never lives up to the greatness of the first five minutes, but nevertheless, it is still a strong piece of filmmaking. This is one of those war films where the soldiers begin the film as somewhat juvenile, frivolous punks, ready to transform into Rambo-type heroes and kill some scum, but then have a character arc, where they realize that there’s more to the military that meets the eye. Yeah, we’ve seen that storyline before. However, the characters themselves are, nonetheless, interesting individuals. Of course, they are done justice by the actors who play them, which include Sam Shepard, Josh Hartnett, Eric Bana, Tom Hardy, Orlando Bloom, and many more. One of the criticisms for this film is that the film lacks in character development. In my opinion, I’m glad that time was not spared for character development. This film is about situation, not character. The situation is, in itself, complex, misleading, and progresses into additional anxiety and puzzlement. The characters aren’t developed, but our sympathy for them is, which is just fine with me.

Of course, the characters are no more than prelude to the real astonishment of the film: the battle scenes. For a guy who previously produced Armageddon, a film that many described as “frenzied,” “aggressive,” “assaulting,” “ugly,” and “a film that cuts so quickly,” some may find it shocking to know that these battle scenes are skillful, but there it is. This film departs from the Armageddon style of filmmaking and adopts a style that is more cohesive, structured, comprehensible, and realistic. Of course, the action has the Bruckheimer stamp, meaning that it is kinetic. The difference here is that the action here is about honor and duty, as opposed to seeing things blow up really good, though the explosions in this films are competently done. I, also, love the desire to inject these scenes with small yet delectable details, such as blood splattering onto the camera and the POV camera angles. They don’t feel as if we’re playing a video game, quite the contrary. It, instead, submerges the viewer deeper into this chaotic dilemma. In addition, these scenes have, you’re never going to believe it, no shaky cam! See, it is possible to do battle scenes without the camera shaking to the point of nausea. And when shaky cam is used in the film (yeah, I guess I kind of contradicted my last statement), it’s moderate and grounded.

The film has additional tiny details that hugely left an impact on me: the sporadic yet present moments where it naturally alternates between drama and humor, which results in one of my all-time favorite movie quotes (“I’ll make it so you can tell the difference between shit and French fries), the moments of unsettling, nerve-wracking silence, the use of contemporary music, as opposed to orchestral music, and, in particular, one brief scene that really affected me. Adid captures one of the soldiers and Adid says to him, “There’ll always be killing. That’s the way things are.” That one moment gave me goose bumps. We delve into Adid’s warped yet insidiously sensible mind. He isn’t just portrayed as a sparsely developed, point-blank Hitler copy. He has motives, as depraved as they may be. He, like many other great film villains, believes that the world can’t revolve without anarchy and agony. He’s just adding to it. The military can kill Adid, his henchman, or any other deplorable Somalian figure, but it won’t make Somalia a spotless, wholesome unit. It’s one of the most frighteningly logical and intensely articulate movie moments I’ve ever seen!

Oh, I should probably emphasize that VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!! This film is rated R and for good reason. I’d say that the film practically bathes itself in blood, but that’d be an understatement. There are some extremely grisly moments, particularly a graphic first-aid scene that nearly killed one of my fellow classmates (I won’t say whom). While the gore is authentic and sensory-provoking, I feel that it is my obligation to spread the word. You’re welcome!
Now, as much as I bring up the respectable qualities of the film, it’s not perfect. Some of its flaws revolve around iteration. As much as I love the poetic singer, a little of that goes a long way. As much as I love the battle scenes, there were a couple times where there were minorly exhausting, but seeing how they always find a way to pull me back in, that complaint isn’t as strong. Another flaw actually could be connected to the lack of character development. Although I am accepting of the lack of character development, it does, however, drag the drama right down with it. While there are times where there is some effective drama, it, overall, doesn’t deliver on the visceral level, seeing how we aren’t given time for the characters to unfold, emotionally. And for the love of God, please stop using the cliché of the military man who was a wife, kids, or both, and wants to be with them, but looking at that convenient family photo gives him the courage to keep going. Moments like those are so mawkish and pointless that they could end up in a Nicholas Sparks film.

Overall, though, Bruckheimer and Scott have assembled a tight, atmospheric package. Tense, jarring, furious, and chocked full of compelling performances, ever-changing camerawork, and raw battle scenes, this film was exactly the boost Scott and Bruckheimer needed for their careers. That is until Bruckheimer went back to producing his typical, expected kinds of films and Scott went on to direct what many people consider to be one of the worst Robin Hood adaptations ever. Well, it was fun while it lasted.

RATING: Three-and-three quarters stars out of four

P.S. I recently saw Gone in 60 Seconds and I can confirm that it is a no-holds barred action film...when it's not being vapid, imbecillic, and having most of its actors walk around like zombies. Nice job, Bruckheimer.

Taking Chance (2009)

For a film of such clarity, Taking Chance opens in a deceiving, oblique way. It opens with two soldiers approaching the house of a fallen soldier, Chance Phelps, presumably to confront the family about his unfortunate and untimely death. They knock on the door and by now, the atmosphere is unsettling and anxious and the viewer can feel it. However, the film takes a left turn. In a typical film, the parents open the door, the soldiers inform them of this tragedy, and the parents proceed to sob over a swooning, overtly melancholic score. However, in this film, the soldiers knock on the door, to which it immediately cuts to the opening credits. This moment activates the viewer’s mind and provokes the thought of every possibility of the encounter between these characters. The viewer is still left uneasy, but strangely satisfied, as they have experienced one of the most cryptic, thought-provoking moments in film history. And it all goes uphill from there.

HBO has always possessed my deepest respect. A lot of their work is currently unseen by me, and by that, I mean all of their adult television shows. However, their body of work has always provoked intrigue from yours truly, due to their layered, meaty premises and boat-loads of critical and audience praise. Plus, their kids’ shows of HBO Family have thoroughly elated me due to their intelligence, simplicity, composition, and idiosyncrasy. In terms of Emmys, HBO has been more voracious than McDonald’s customers. 

Another HBO area of intrigue for me can be found through their television films, which, like their television shows, are varied in concept, but unified in praise. Their telefilm concepts have ranged from life in Lackawanna, NY during the ‘50s and ‘60s to a biography of Temple Grandin, which I have proudly labeled as my all-time favorite film.

With this film, HBO has created probably their most dense, thorough, and spellbinding concept to date: the process of bringing a fallen soldier home. The film revolves around Lieutenant Colonel Michael Strobl (Kevin Bacon). After the aforementioned Chance is killed during service, Strobl volunteers to transport his body to DuBois, Wyoming, his final resting place. What follows is an accumulative odyssey full of nuance. Oh, and there are some scenes involving Michael with his family. Those scenes are extraneous for this film. They aren’t clearly defined, developed, or interesting. The kids are just…the kids. The wife is just the woman who cooks and supports Michael emotionally. Because, ostensibly, that’s the only thing wives are good for.

On a visceral level, however, this film is a powerhouse. There is hefty dramatic tension and weight that lingers over the whole film. A brilliant aspect of the film is the lack of prior character development of Chance. The film knows that he doesn’t need any. We may not know the lost life, but it is still a lost life. We know that this was, at one point, a living, breathing human being, who had friends, family, ambitions, and dreams. We may not know them, but the fact that they were present, but no longer are is profound enough.

The additional sheer brilliance of the emotional texture is how controlled it is. It could’ve been easy to elicit emotion via crying fits and turning gruff men into little crybabies, but instead, it is executed modestly and nakedly. The secret is that it relies on the tense premise and holds back. This makes the slightest tear, glance, or sigh intensely sober and oh-so sad. And I mean spine tingling, bone-chillingly, achingly sad. The screenplay also allows itself to unfold into applicable revelations. Consider a scene where Michael gets off the plane and meets with someone else affiliated with the military. They have a conversation and the man reveals something that’s one of the most tense and eloquent moments in the film. As predicted, the climactic funeral scene is as every bit emotional. All of this build-up proves to not be pointless or squandered. And the ending! The end credits make a revelation that not only pertains to Chance’s life, but also to the film itself. I won’t dare ruin it for you, but let me say that combined with the funeral scene nearly turned me into a puddle of misery. I escaped crying, however. Just barely.

There is one specific value that provides strong thematic subtext: respect. The constant salutes, the patriotic symbolism, and even this one scene involving pictures of previous wars add a deeper layer of elegy and poetry. However, there’s an even deeper layer of respect that may remain undissected by everyone else: the shrewd respect of the filmmakers to enhance the experience on a sensory level. The sight of blood, the feel of his stiff, unresponsive hand, the way the film shows us his dead body, but we never see his face; all of these details give the film a more raw, gritty vibe and just add on as an technique for emotion. Also, for a movie that takes place during the Iraq War, it never delves into tawdry, pandering, self-important political messages. It’s not about that. It’s about the chronicle of one man put in a nerve-wracking yet vital position.

I could fawn over the technical craft of this for hours. The cinematography is excellent. It’s shot in an absolute, pristine condition that’s utterly majestic. This, along with the expansive color palette, covers a tonal spectrum that ranges from positive and regular to brooding and introspective. In addition, a great score has been constructed. Like the camerawork and visuals, the score covers a wide variety of moods on the tonal spectrum, too. It ranges from grand frothiness to unsettling heartbreak, but never overblowing it. These elements give the film a restrained yet noticeable scope that, additionally, augments the viewing experience.

Now, I am just dancing around the obvious subject for praise: Kevin Bacon. Whenever I think of that name, I always imagine that charming, innocuous pretty-boy persona that got him a slew of light-hearted comedies, likeable schlock like Tremors, and need we mention Footloose? However, I, and I’m sure many other people, forget that he has done some pretty deep, effective performances. Either way, it is astonishing to see the progression of this actor. Going from his debut film, National Lampoon’s Animal House, to what maybe his most mature and committed performance I’ve seen from him. Any thought and memory of his old, harmless persona is tossed away as he adopts an authoritative attitude and a macho yet haunting stare. Bravo to the Bacon!

I predict big things ahead for first-time director, Ross Katz, who spent the majority of his life co-producing films about homosexuality and a couple of films that wounded up with a Best Picture nomination. He is as humble yet as confident as a director that I’ve seen. And with a detailed, apolitical script, competent technical artistry, a committed, transcendent performance by Kevin Bacon, and sizzling, masterful emotion, Taking Chance is as humble and yet confident a film I’ve ever seen.

RATING: Three-and-three quarters stars out of four

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Bumfights (2002)

Why, oh why, have we embedded into our brain cells to laugh or be entertained by the tragedy, pain, and misery of others? There must be some reason because Hollywood provides us with many opportunities to do just that. That’s why we get America’s Funniest Home Videos, the Jackass saga, The Jerry Springer Show (to some degree), and the endless supply of barbaric, lurid, torture porn horror movies.

OK, maybe that last one is a little looser, but you know how I mentioned Jackass? You know, the vulgar but hilarious juggernaut that swept a nation, particularly in the teenage or frat boy category, and influenced many others to cash in on their success? After all, people thought, it shouldn’t be hard. Just get a bunch of idiots, grab $20, and film those idiots doing stupid stuff, right? While I won’t go into how wrongheaded that mentality is, one group of people that possess that mentality is the creators of a short-lived documentary film series, Bumfights. Comparisons of this film to Jackass are inevitable, but unwelcome.

To be honest, I’ve only seen about 35, maybe 40, minutes of the film, seeing how when I watched it on YouTube, it was in four parts, but only the first three parts were uploaded. I presume the fourth part got removed for copyright violations or some bullcrap. But seeing how this film doesn’t have a cohesive, fluid narrative structure, I feel like it is apt to review this mongrel.

Plot synopsis? A group of unknown guys (the producers of this film) go around filming homeless men fighting or performing amateur stunts in exchange for rewards, particularly alcohol. There. That synopsis wasn’t very deep, but this isn’t that kind of film. While I probably shouldn’t do this, I won’t mention any of these people’s names.

The filmmakers of this gained notoriety when in 2006, producer Ty Beeson made an appearance on Dr. Phil and became the only person in the history of that show to be kicked off the stage. I saw the clips and it seemed harmless enough. Bums doing stupid stunts? It sounded like Jackass and I love that show. Dr. Phil just needed to get a sense of humor, I thought. After seeing this crap, I have a whole new respect for Dr. Phil and, in the holy heavens, thank him for kicking that dude off the set and for keeping his cool, as opposed to squeezing the life out of him, much like I wanna do.

The portrayal of bums is disgusting, to the utmost degree. These people view bums as drunk, vulnerable, toyetic morons. They, also, take it one step further by painting African-Americans in a negative light. One African-American is an annoying, fast-talking crack dealer. Another is a crack whore. All the others are moronic, violent, uninteresting, or all three. Is this seriously how they want to portray African-Americans? I sure hope not.

It is absolutely horrible what these bums have to go through. Now, some may say that these homeless people volunteered to be in this documentary and that they are performing these acts out of freewill and desire. Well, let’s take a second and look at Jackass. I know I said that comparisons to Jackass are unwelcome, but in order to convey how inhumane this reprehensible load of manure is, I have to. The Jackass crew is doing this stuff out of freewill and desire. They don’t care about a paycheck or fame. It is a major benefit, but they do it to amuse themselves.

The homeless people featured in this film and the other films in the franchise are doing this not out of want, but out of questionable need. If they do this, they’ll get money, alcohol, drugs, what have you. They’d prefer not to do this, but if they want this or this, they’ll do it. The Bumfights creators know it themselves. It is the cinematic equivalent of holding catnip way up high while your cat is reaching and struggling to obtain it. They aren’t volunteering. They are being taunted. This is sheer exploitation that demeans homeless people. I felt dirty while watching it.

Not only is the content crass, but it is listless and derivative. Fighting is a sure way to get the testosterone pumping in males, be it in real life or on television. Boxing and wrestling are two fine examples. They are cool because the participants are interesting beings and have a passion to just beat the crap out of the opponent. Not to mention their awesome fighting skills.

Real-life combat, outside of reality television, is a different story. While a real fight has an aforementioned passion vibrating in the souls of the fighters, it’s a different kind. Boxers and wrestlers have more of a determined “I’m-gonna-win” passion that gains momentum and intensity as the event goes on, which makes it so unrelentingly watchable. Real-life fighting that’s non-competitive has an angry, hateful passion with inner constraints that don’t allow any other feeling to pass and no creativity in the fighting moves. Seeing how it usually comes out of nowhere, it’s exciting, only for the time being. Therefore, making a whole documentary film that hinges on that heated, prize-deprived, goalless style of fighting is an ill-conceived plan.

Making a whole documentary film that hinges on that style of fighting with homeless people inserted into it is an ill-conceived plan on a whole other level. Aside from the obvious saddening feeling that is generated, there is no other emotional response or subtext and after, say, three fights, it becomes numbing to the senses. Plus, at times it is ambiguous whether some of the people are homeless or not. I know not all homeless people are the dirty, unkempt archetype, but I heard some of the fighters are teenagers. Are those just punks or teenagers kicked out of their homes? Either way, they still remain less than compelling.

This film balances out that fighting footage with the aforesaid stunts in a similar fashion of the Big Brother videos. For those who don’t know, Big Brother was the magazine that eventually evolved into Jackass. The magazine used videos to promote itself, I guess. They combined skateboarding clips and stunts, some of which would be used in Jackass. The stunts in those videos were intriguing. The stunts on Bumfights are dull and pathetic.

Most of the stunts are so tame that I could do them. Those stunts I am referring to usually involve bums running into stuff. The idea, I guess, is for them to hurt their heads, but it seems relatively safe and restrained. Other stunts draw unavoidable parallels to Jackass. There are, maybe, three stunts that I found to be creative. 

Also, shockingly enough, the filmmakers squander potential. For example, this film marked the beginning of the appearance of Rufus, who I suppose is idealized to be the Bumfights mascot. Rufus is awesome, but yet they treat him like he's the bastard step-child of the film by making him do amateurish, unimpressive, underwhelming stunts. To make it worse, in the middle of this stunt compiling, they add a visual non-sequitir where a goat urinates. I am aware that Jackass did non-sequitirs, but it added to the charm and gleeful surrealness of the show. Here, it adds to the film’s incompetence. These filmmakers haven’t earned the right to do a non-sequitir where most of the stunts that make sense in the film’s context fall flat to start out with.

One stunt that left me baffled and scratching my head was a certain stunt where a bum dressed in a dog costume. He brings its tail to the front, presumably to make it look like he’s holding his weiner. He swings it around and then goes over towards a child, still swinging it. While I am all for shattering the boundaries of political correctness and conquering social taboos, isn’t there a line between the audacious and the tasteless? What were they thinking?

What surprised me was that homeless people didn’t perform a majority of the stunts. Many stunts are performed towards homeless people. Scenes like those evoked a quote from beloved film critic Roger Ebert. When he was doing his television show, he stated that he believed that “humor works if you make fun of somebody’s character, but not if you make fun of their status." 

Then, as I thought of that quote, I was reminded of how Jackass did pranks on unsuspecting individuals so seamlessly. The secret was their hidden logic. The pranks that were performed didn’t affect the victim or victims on a physical level. It affected them on an emotional level, unless the prank was among the Jackass cast. When the Jackass crew went out in public for a prank, they were prescient in that they knew they’d receive a visceral response from people, be it tolerant, irritated, scared, frustrated, or befuddled. That logic can be applied to pranks, in general.

Then, I thought of the fact that they involved homeless people for their pranks. I can think of two occasions: 1) Street Fishing and 2) Skid Row Santa. However, Street Fishing wasn’t directly towards homeless people, even though it would be simple and obvious for it to go that route. It affected everyone. When we see a dollar on the street, our first instinct is to pick it up. Maybe we could use that to buy someone or be one step closer to paying your monthly bill. As far as Skid Row Santa, that was a prank in concept, not execution. The idea that Santa would go to Skid Row to give food to homeless people is pretty damn absurd. However, when seen on television, it adds an uncovered layer of poignancy, compassion, and humanity that many fans thought to have been non-existent.

Treating a homeless person like an animal or spray-painting their sleeping bag in the middle of the night, while it may be creative in the filmmakers’ sick little minds, is not funny. These filmmakers have no humanity or compassion towards their subject. They are cruel, immoral, money-grabbing sadomasochists.

What I particularly loathe about this film is their need to make it hip. They want to slather themselves with all of this mindless violence and bar-lowering humor and yet want to think it fits in with pop culture and the social norm. There are scenes where, out of nowhere, a hot chick pops up on screen on a bed, posing sexually. Do we know who this girl is? No. Are we ever told? No. Does she play any important role in this film? No. So why is this chick in the film? Is the film trying to say that chicks are aroused by brutal violence and homeless people making a fool out of themselves? 

And, I hate to bring my male tendencies and instincts into this review, but they don’t even give us a nude scene with her. They tantalize us with one, but the girl has her lady bits covered. I don’t mean to sound misogynist, but let me get this straight. You can show all of this mindless, sickening crap, but showing a shot of a naked woman is going too far? Great logic, guys!

Another thing that frightens me about the film connects to an interview with Ty Beeson that preceded the segment of him getting the boot on Dr. Phil. The interview ended with the words, “It’s a sick world.” Hearing that made me ponder as to whether his warped, twisted mind has led him to believe that his films are actually a social commentary on the way society treats homeless people, a wake-up call of some sorts. 

Social commentary and wake-up call, my ass. This film has no insights in the problems of a homeless person. It glamorizes violence, humiliates and disgraces homeless people, and extracts the most vile, execrable, nihilistic values in order to pander to its audience, which probably fall in the lowest common denominator of society, and to self-indulge itself.

Yes, nihilistic. Consider a caption that precedes a Bumfighter sketch that reads, “Very few bums were harmed in the making of this sketch. All were released back to its natural habitat.” NATURAL HABITAT? Are you shitting me up the ass? You think the habitat they live in is natural? The unstable climate? The garbage they have to eat? The many fingers pointing at them with disgust and contempt? You think they want to live a homeless lifestyle? I know this supposed to be a joke, but it’s not freaking funny! You calling them animals? They put up with all of your crap and you insult them and give them a few measly dollars for some crack? Do you think that’s generous? Nothing in this film is generous! It’s evil, psychotic, and deplorable!

However, what may be the worst thing about this film, beside the fact that it’s ugly, cruel, despicable, vulgar, malicious, heartless, and is devoid of laughs, humanity, charm, or competence, is that it’s deadening. Not only is it emotional shallow, but it is hollow, empty, and barren. There’s nothing to feel about this film. Nothing. At least Jackass evoked a sense of committed camaraderie. It isn’t merely a jaw-droppingly misguided, morally disturbed, and profoundly disgusting film; it is also just a waste of time and space. And, surprisingly enough, that may be the biggest insult of all.

RATING: Three-quarters of a star out of four (I thought about giving this film one star, but that’d be complimenting it)

P.S. Today, I had a double dosage of crap. Not only did I watch one of the worst films I’ve ever seen, but I also saw one of Nickelodeon’s worst television shows, Marvin Marvin. I don’t review television shows and I’m not going to. I’m just giving you a gist of it and saying that Lucas Cruikshank has sold its soul. What became one of the quirkiest, provocative, and funniest stars on the Internet has deteriorated into starring in one of the worst shows I’ve ever seen. Ditto to Nickelodeon. What started as an innovative television network for children that produced joyfully surreal live-action shows and groundbreaking animated shows has delved into rote, unfunny, clichéd, by-the-numbers, labored, trite teen-com fare. Recently, iCarly, one of Nickelodeon’s best shows, ended its five-year run. What better way to celebrate the end of that really funny show than by beginning the airing of one of Nickelodeon’s worst? I normally wouldn’t give attention to a bad TV show. I’m just doing it as a way to warn you and to hope that we can get this stupid show off the air. I’d give it a high 1 star, just because it delivers intermittent laughs, rarely though.

Monday, November 12, 2012

A Night at the Opera (1935)

Over the years, the general public has had their guts consistently busted from the various comedic duos that can be traced back to the decades. Comedic duos like Abbott & Costello, Laurel & Hardy, Cheech & Chong, Beavis & Butt-Head, and so on and so forth. However, as the old phrase says, “The more, the merrier!” After all, why was I Love Lucy such a hit? Because aside from Lucille Ball, there were three other actors that fit into the comic spotlight. Why was Friends such a hilarious show? Because the main cast consisted of 6 people. That means 15 dynamics (counted them myself, folks) and infinite comedic possibilities. However, I’m getting sidetracked.

One example of a beloved comic duo that broke from the two-person shackles of Hollywood is the Marx Brothers, which was a family of five brothers, but only four of them shared a comedic link. While Zeppo was part of the group for a short run, the group hinged on the three prominent men: Chico, Groucho, and Harpo. What most people think of to be the quintessential Marx Brothers film…is Duck Soup. But A Night at the Opera is a close second. Of their large catalog of films, I’ve only seen this and A Day at the Races, the latter of which I need to re-watch. While this may be subject to change, A Night at the Opera is the better one of the two, though not an immaculate work of cinema.

Surprisingly enough, the plot of this film is kinda hard to describe. So, instead of me straining my mind in order to describe it, I’ll give you snippets from two different plot synopsizes. The first one is from the back of the MGM VHS release of the film and the second one is from IMDB:

  • “Groucho’s outrageous business schemes bring Milan’s finest opera stars to New York, with some unexpected stowaways on board…”
  • The Marx Brothers take on high society. Two lovers who are both in opera are prevented from being together by the man's lack of acceptance as an operatic tenor. Pulling several typical Marx Brothers' stunts, they arrange for the normal tenor to be absent so that the young lover can get his chance.” (Written by John Vogel).

The Marx Brothers are simply on point in this film. They have impeccable timing, keen sensibilities, distinct quirks, and a rapport that acts as a deeply amusing call-and-response relationship. Chico is certainly serviceable, especially during the previously mentioned call-and-response sequences, but the other two encompass this film. Groucho Marx is equipped with a rapid-fire barrage of wisecracks and fulfilling punch lines augmented by his expressive, cartoony face and wry, ironic persona.

However, Harpo is the best of the Marx brothers. Not just in this film, but in general.  He depicts and elicits a childlike innocence that no one can touch, with the exception of Lucille Ball. He never speaks, but his facial expressions are so flexible that, like the best silent comedians, any emotion he’s feeling is properly portrayed.

It is also phenomenal to see the Marxes’ versatility, particularly Chico and Harpo. Not only are they funny and sincere actors, but also musically, my fracking God are they incredible! When Chico plays the piano and when Harpo sits down at his harp, not only is the audience entranced (and I mean the people in the film, as well), but they, themselves, are entranced, as well. Not by themselves, but by the power of music and the feelings it can evoke. When they perform on their trusty instruments, they break out of their goofy, over-the-top personas and become themselves, passionate, steadfast, and honest. It always leaves me awe-struck.

However, as much as I applaud the Marx brothers on their comedic abilities, if a script wasn’t present, their abilities wouldn’t be worth a damn. They’d be just meandering through the movie while improvising and one-upping themselves, all in the name’s sake of a laugh. However, with sturdy direction by Sam Wood and a screenplay penned by George S. Kaufman and Morrie Ryskind, scenarios are crafted that are broad, unrestrained, thoroughly inventive, and consistently funny. Scenes such as the stageroom bit and the Russian aviator moment are timeless comedic gold mines that will be beloved as long as there are people breathing here on good old Earth.

Now, the reason why this isn’t an unquestionable classic is because there actually are a decent amount of flaws. First of all, with the exception of the Marxes’ musical moments and the climactic opera scene, the musical sequences feel forced. Plus, they don’t have the stirring quality of a typical MGM musical. Even the opera scenes are less that compelling (yes, even the climactic opera scene). To my credit, though, I’m just bugged by opera, period.

Not to sound sexist, but when dudes sing it, I actually enjoy it, mostly because that deep vocal quality is more emotive, penetrating, visceral, vehement and gripping. There are very few times that I actually enjoy a woman singing opera. Not to say that women aren’t good opera singers, but I just hate that pretentious, gaudy, “look-at-how-many-high-notes-I-can-reach” style of singing; the style that is most typically possessed by women. It pulls me out of whatever emotion they are trying to communicate in whatever incomprehensible language they’re using. Again, no offense.

Even though I like male opera singers better, the male opera singer in this film wasn’t even effective. It’s doesn’t bug me that he’s a tenor. It just bugged me that he was toothless and polished. Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot to go into depth about the romantic subplot involving Riccardo (the aforementioned tenor opera singer), played by Allan Jones, and Rosa, played by Kitty Carlisle. Actually, my decision to not go into depth with that subplot was preconceived. It never takes off; it brings the film to a screeching halt, and is not clearly developed for me to give two craps.

Also, at times, the editing is uncomfortably choppy. I understand it’s the 1930s and all, but the editing could’ve used a little tune-up. Also, call me an old-fashioned, status quo loving Conservative is you must, but I wish this film had a more cohesive story. It kind of takes me out of the film if I don’t know what I’m supposed to be rooting for or invested in. However, the main purpose of a comedy is to make you laugh. Did I laugh? Yes. And with its breakneck yet tentative pace, witty screenplay, and joyous performances, I definitely recommend spending A Night at the Opera.

RATING: Three-and-a-half stars out of four

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Updated Version of VH1's 100 Greatest Songs of the 90's

OK, if you read my site (most likely you don't, but let's pretend, for my sake), you know that I am a movie dude. Hell, my site's called Stephen the Critic. So, you are probably wondering what's up with this post. Well, while I do love movies, I, also, love music. One of the other occupations I wanna be is a singer. I am doing this post because opportunity knocked for me to do this and I gladly open the door.

Here's the story. A while back, on a website called Stereogum (VH1 has this list as well), I saw the full list of VH1's 100 Greatest Songs of the 90's. I have them all on my hard drive because I wanted to be immersed in all of holy Nineties-ness. The 90s, in terms of music, were pretty much a more competent version of the 80s, not to say I don't love the 80s. The 80s was more revolved around rock, pop, rock-pop, and pop-rock. The 90s were more revolved around hip-hop, alternative rock, hard rock, and pop that became more bubblegum and marketed to a younger fanbase, particularly teenage girls. The 80s and 90s, both, had some awesome songs and some songs that were awesome, in a laughable, guilty pleasure yet catchy way.

Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself. Last night, I decided, for the hell of it, to watch the actually television special of VH1's 100 Greatest Songs of the 90s. It was fun to watch...except for one thing. I was watching the special and some of the spots had different songs that what I read on the original online list. I guess that's the Internet for you.

Now, to the credit, I heard that some of the songs were recently added, but, anyways, the 97, 78, 51, 32, 13, and 10 spots had different songs from the previous Greatest Songs of the 90s list I read from VH1. So, I decided to check to see if anyone revised the list online or made a new list with those spots. Needless to say, my results came up barren.

So, I decided to give my fellow readers an unprecedented opportunity: to give you the list, as it was presented on VH1. I could just name the changes of the list, but, let's be honest, you have probably already read the list or never read the list, at all. So, just for heaven's sake, I'll just give you the full list and let you, the readers, pick around the changes I mentioned earlier. So, here it is, starting at #1 and working our way down (I know some of you want it reversed, but I'm too lazy to reverse it):

01 Nirvana – “Smells Like Teen Spirit”
02 U2 – “One”
03 Backstreet Boys – “I Want It That Way”
04 Whitney Houston – “I Will Always Love You”
05 Madonna – “Vogue”
06 Sir Mix-A-Lot – “Baby Got Back”
07 Britney Spears – “…Baby One More Time”
08 TLC – “Waterfalls”
09 R.E.M. – “Losing My Religion”
10 Chumbawamba – “Tubthumping”
11 Pearl Jam – “Jeremy”
12 Alanis Morissette – “You Oughta Know”
13 Divinyls – “I Touch Myself”
14 Mariah Carey – “Vision of Love”
15 Red Hot Chili Peppers – “Under the Bridge”
16 MC Hammer – “U Can’t Touch This”
17 Destiny’s Child – “Say My Name”
18 Metallica – “Enter Sandman”
19 Beastie Boys – “Sabotage”
20 Hanson – “MMMBop”
21 Celine Dion – “My Heart Will Go On”
22 Beck – “Loser”
23 Salt-N-Pepa with En Vogue – “Whatta Man”
24 House of Pain – “Jump Around”
25 Soundgarden – “Black Hole Sun”
26 Eminem – “My Name Is”
27 Counting Crows – “Mr. Jones”
28 Ricky Martin – “Livin’ la Vida Loca”
29 Vanilla Ice – “Ice Ice Baby”
30 *NSYNC – “Tearin’ Up My Heart”
31 Radiohead – “Creep”
32 The Mighty Mighty Bosstones – “The Impression That I Get”
33 Spice Girls – “Wannabe”
34 Third Eye Blind – “Semi-Charmed Life”
35 Oasis – “Wonderwall”
36 C+C Music Factory – “Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now)”
37 Green Day – “Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)”
38 Christina Aguilera – “Genie In A Bottle”
39 Goo Goo Dolls – “Iris”
40 Color Me Badd – “I Wanna Sex You Up”
41 Spin Doctors – “Two Princes”
42 Collective Soul – “Shine”
43 En Vogue – “My Lovin’ (You’re Never Gonna Get It)”
44 The Fugees – “Killing Me Softly With His Song”
45 Hootie & the Blowfish – “Only Wanna Be With You”
46 Shania Twain – “You’re Still the One”
47 Marky Mark and The Funky Bunch – “Good Vibrations”
48 Matchbox Twenty – “3 AM”
49 Jewel – “Who Will Save Your Soul”
50 Alice in Chains – “Man in the Box”
51 Craig Mack – “Flava In Ya Ear”
52 Sugar Ray – “Fly”
53 Naughty by Nature – “O.P.P.”
54 Joan Osborne – “One of Us”
55 Fiona Apple – “Criminal”
56 L.L. Cool J – “Mama Said Knock You Out”
57 Jay-Z featuring Amil and Ja Rule – “Can I Get A…”
58 Sophie B. Hawkins – “Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover”
59 Weezer – “Buddy Holly”
60 Bell Biv DeVoe – “Poison”
61 Sheryl Crow – “All I Wanna Do”
62 Live – “I Alone”
63 The Notorious B.I.G. (Feat. Mase & Puff Daddy) – “Mo Money Mo Problems”
64 The Presidents of the United States of America – “Peaches”
65 Digital Underground – “The Humpty Dance”
66 Edwin McCain – “I’ll Be”
67 Deee-Lite – “Groove Is In The Heart”
68 Will Smith – “Gettin’ Jiggy Wit It”
69 Korn – “Freak on a Leash”
70 Jamiroquai – “Virtual Insanity”
71 Arrested Development – “Tennessee”
72 Barenaked Ladies – “One Week”
73 Marcy Playground – “Sex and Candy”
74 Cher – “Believe”
75 Kris Kross – “Jump”
76 Blues Traveler – “Run-Around”
77 Ice Cube – “It Was a Good Day”
78 Semisonic – “Closing Time”
79 Meredith Brooks – “Bitch”
80 Right Said Fred – “I’m Too Sexy”
81 Paula Cole – “I Don’t Want to Wait”
82 Geto Boys – “Mind Playing Tricks on Me”
83 The Breeders – “Cannonball”
84 Snow – “Informer”
85 Cypress Hill – “Insane In The Brain”
86 The Cranberries – “Linger”
87 Billy Ray Cyrus – “Achy Breaky Heart”
88 Duncan Sheik – “Barely Breathing”
89 Liz Phair – “Never Said”
90 New Radicals – “You Get What You Give”
91 Sarah McLachlan – “Building a Mystery”
92 Public Enemy – “911 Is A Joke”
93 Lisa Loeb & Nine Stories – “Stay”
94 Fastball – “The Way”
95 Montell Jordan – “This is How We Do It”
96 Nelson – “(Can’t Live Without Your) Love and Affection”
97 Los Del Rio – “Macarena”
98 EMF – “Unbelievable”
99 Missy “Misdemeanor” Elliott – “The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)”
100 Gerardo – “Rico Suave”

Wow, those were some pretty awesome choices, don't you think. I'm sure you all are wondering if there's anything I'd replace. Well, I haven't given it much thought. All the songs on there I like and I haven't thought about what my favorite songs of the 90s is. However, I'm curious to hear what you guys think of the picks. Before you come to murder me, this is not my list, it's VH1's! So, I'd like to hear if you would add or take away anything from this list and if you agree with the #1 pick or if there's another song you favor as the best of the 90s. Also, which list do you think is better? The original or the updated version? So, go ahead. Voice your opinion. I'm an open book. Later!

P.S. If you wanna see the original list and compare the changes, go to this link: