Movies: The Men Who Stare at Goats

…directed by Grant Heslov, written by Peter Straughan (script) and Jon Runson (book), starring George Clooney, Ewan McGregor, Jeff Bridges, & Kevin Spacey.  The Men Who Stare at Goats chronicles the efforts of a small-town reporter named Bob (McGregor) to uncover the story of the Army’s efforts at developing and using paranormal and psychic powers.  After an interview with a veteran of the Special Forces’ First Earth the Battalion and being cuckolded by his wife, Bob heads for Iraq to try his hand as a war correspondent.  There he runs into Lyn (Clooney), the Army’s former top psychic, who has his own mission in the desert.

We learn about the First Earth Battalion’s founder,   Lt. Colonel Bill Django (Bridges, reprising the Dude in some respects), who came back from Nam and conducted extensive research on all the New Age stuff you could hope for, and convinced his bosses at Fort Bragg to start the psychic/paranormal soldier program.  Django wants to train Jedi-knights – warrior monks of peace who can convince the enemy to move beyond conflict through reason and telepathic manipulation - and enlists Lyn and others in this pursuit.  They’re interested in remote viewing, precognition, phasing, and of course physical psychic manipulations (hence the goats).

No New Moons Here

Like the majority of red-blooded hetero American males, I stayed the hell away from New Moon this weekend.  Of course that didn’t stop the wife from going, nor did it stop the film from bringing in a near-Batman-like box office haul.  It’s not that I won’t go watch the occasional romantic comedy or chick-flick now and again, no, what it comes down to is a lack of respect for and dumbing down of the whole monster mythos genre.

The clincher for me was the scene in Twilight in which the girl and vampire-boy Edward ascend from the overcast forested shadows into the sunlight.  And what happens?  His skin sparkles like diamonds.  It’s so beautiful, says the girl.  No burning death, weakness, not even a little smoke.  Nothing but sparkly.  And this, my friends, is an insult to true horror fans everywhere.  It’s not that we’re against reimagining the folklore and mythology around traditional creatures like vampires and werewolves; shows like Buffy, the Blade movies, and even the Underworld movies have done this in some respect.  But do try to understand and  respect that  mythology and folklore, so any changes you make have some resonance, instead of seeming like a poorly conceived plot device designed to make teenaged girls sigh. 

Movies: Zombieland

…directed by Ruben Fleischer, written by Rhett Reese and Paul Wernick, starring Jesse Eisenberg, Woody Harrelson, Emma Stone, and Abigail Breslin.  Zombieland is a light-hearted buddy comedy about the eventual Zombie apocalypse that will consume us all.  It begins with the standard zombie premise with which we’ve grown accustomed – a horrible viral infection turns people into ravening beasts and all hell breaks loose.  We learn from our narrator Columbus (Eisenberg) the rules to surviving in Zombieland, including 1) cardio, 2) the double-tab, and 3) seatbelts.

Columbus, it turns out, is the kind of young guy with a lengthy list of phobias and a penchant for World of Warcraft.  This actually serves him well, because he’s so cautious and paranoid he’s managed to avoid most of the mistakes that seem to have befallen the rest of the populace.  When he meets up with Tallahassee (Harrelson), he find a complete opposite in nearly every trait.  Tallahassee is fearless, somewhat careless, and an absolute zombie-crushing machine.  It’s your standard end-of-days odd couple, and fortunately for the viewer, the two actors have a good sense of timing and chemistry.

The two men soon meet up with a young woman called Witchita (Stone) and her twelve-year-old sister, Little Rock (Breslin).  These ladies eventually convince  the crew to head for L.A. (why anyone would want to go to an urban area in a true zombie infestation is beyond me).  

Video Pick: Donnie Darko

Written and directed by Richard Kelly, starring Jake Gyllenhall, Mary McDonnell, Maggie Gyllenhall, Jena Malone, Patrick Swayze.  For years, people whose opinions I value have recommended the 2001 film Donnie Darko highly.  Last weekend we finally sat down and watched it, so now I understand why.  This is one of those movies that defies convention:  Is it sci-fi?  Is it psychological thriller?  Teen drama?  You can tell the studio was having a tough time pinning Donnie Darko down as well – the trailers and on the DVD were just awkwardly awful.  (Note the dueling themes of the promo materials below.)

Pseudo-Horror Promo

The movie starts with young Donnie (Gyllenhall) waking up on the side of the road beside his bike.  He smiles to himself and pedals for town, and your immediately asking yourself what’s going on with this kid.  Writer/director Kelly quickly proves adept at holding back certain details of character and plot points until just the right moment, which adds to the mystery and suspense.  It turns out, Donnie has been taking psych meds to deal with his emotional and mental problems as well as seeing a shrink.  The Darko family is otherwise a fairly standard suburban crew.  Older sister Liz (M. Gyllenhall) is taking a year off before going to college, younger sister Samantha seems a decent kid, and Mom and Pop are supportive and perfectly normal.

So when Donnie gets into an argument with Liz, curses at the dinner table, and acts like a total dick to his mom, you have a tough time reading him.  Is he a spoiled kid or does he really have issues?  Turns out, it’s the issues.  That night a voice rouses him to a trance-like state and entices him from his room, telling him he needs to get out of the house.  Donnie follows, sees the source of the voice in the distance (a mysterious yet sinister figure in a bunny-suit), who tells him the end is nigh, about three weeks from now.  Donnie wanders off and ends up sleeping at the golf course.

Movies: The Informant!

…directed by Steven Soderbergh, written by Scott Burns from Kurt Eichenwald’s book, starring Matt Damon, Scott Bakula, and Joel McHale.

The Informant! has been marketed as Matt Damon clowning in the cornfields – a shrewd move on the part of Warner Brothers.  But anyone who knows how Steven Soderbergh works will realize it’s a little more complicated and darker than that.  The movie provides an ironic examination of a landmark price-fixing case from right here in  central Illinois.  Yes, everyone form around Beemsville remembers those strange days 15 years past, when good ol’ ADM found themselves with the hand in the lyceine-cookie jar.  And we also remember how those articles in the Decatur Herald & Review kept rolling out, each one making the government’s star witness Mark Whitacre seem stranger and more crooked.

Damon plays Whitacre in this film.  A goofy, somewhat vulnerable, and yes, likable Mark Whitacre.  Give Soderbergh credit: it’s the only way the movie could possibly work.  If the audience doesn’t connect with Damon in the first fifteen minutes, if we don’t begin to wonder what’s really ticking in the brilliant but flawed head, this becomes more  a curiosity rather than a story.  But Soderbergh and Damon are in top form, and like Special Agents Brian Shepherd (Bakula) Bob Herndon (McHale), we want to believe him.  We want him to help bring down the greedy arrogant corporate giant.

Review: Inglourious Basterds

…written and directed by Quentin Tarantino, starring Brad Pitt, Melanie Laurent, Christoph Waltz, Eli Roth, Michael Fassbender, et al.

Inglourious Basterds is a Tarintino World War II film.  For some (like yours truly), that’s enough to get us in the theater all by itself.  The movie has the typical QT tropes: revenge fantasy, spaghetti western homage, awesomely conceived musical score, foot fetishism, internal film history references, and archetypal genre characters.  There’s humor – black humor, subtle humor, clever dialogue humor.  There are iconic filmed sequences.  Oh, and the violence, of course, waiting there for you like a mugger in the dark.

The plot is pretty straightforward,  right out of the TNT Memorial Day War Movie Marathon:  Special Forces types (the Basterds), a unit of Jewish-Americans, go into Nazi-occupied France to terrorize, disrupt, and scalp Nazis.  Eventually, they are enlisted in a secret British operation to kill Hitler, Goering, Goebbels, and other senior Nazis at the Paris premiere of Goebbels’ latest and greatest propaganda film.  Throw in a Jewish girl who survived the slaughter of her family in the film’s opening sequence only to escape to Paris and set up shop as the proprietress of a local  cinema and well, there’s your storyline.

Video Rec: Persepolis

Persep0lis written and directed by Marjane Satrapi and Vincent Paronnaud (based on Satrapi’s graphic novel) is a French-produced animated film that’s been nominated for and won tons of different awards.  This movie chronicles the Iranian revolution of 1979 and subsequent transition to the Islamic Republic we all know and love today through the eyes of a young middle class girl, Marji (the writer) and her family.  Critics often point to Satrapi’s graphic novel as example-primo of autobiography in sequential art, and with Iran’s recent election and continuing problems playing nice with the rest of the world, we were eager to check out the cinema version.

It’s not only interesting for the historical perspective, but also in how the events affect Marji, her family, and her values as she grows to adulthood.  She starts off wanting to become a communist like her famous Uncle, and chases the son of military commander through the streets with sticks as a child.  As a teen she becomes more outspoken and rebellious (don’t we all), which eventually leads to her parents hurriedly shipping her to a family friend in Vienna to prevent her arrest by the cultural police.  When Marji returns to Tehran several years later, having survived the 80’s western cultural scene and a nearly fatal stint of homelessness, she does so with a renewed appreciation for familial and cultural bonds.  She tries to live her life in accordance with the ever more stifling dictates of Iran’s cleric-controlled government, but even after a stint with depression followed by renewed intellectual curiosity at the university, Marji just can’t quite resign herself to the reality of life in Iran.

Persepolis provides great insight into the plight faced by women within fundamentalist Islamic regimes throughout the world.  It’s a plight that cuts to the heart of the continuing distrust and uneasiness between Muslims and non-Muslims.  Simply stated, it’s hard for westerners to reconcile themselves with a religious/governmental system that so marginalizes females.  Marji Satrapi’s story humanizes the struggle so many Iranians have faced over the past thirty years, and it does so with verve and style.

Video Rec: Son of Rambow

Son of Rambow written and directed by Garth Jennings, starring Bill Milner and Will Poulter.  SofR takes place in the early 1980s in a small town somewhere in England.  It details how Will (Milner), a 10 year old boy whose family holds to strict non-technological almost Amish-like beliefs, and Lee, a troublemaker being haphazardly raised by his older brother meet up, become pals, and decide to make a movie.  Will views a bootleg copy of Stallone’s infamous First Blood at Lee’s house (the first movie or television he’s ever seen) and comes up with his own story that incorporates elements of John Rambo’s exploits with his own creativity.

Will is the kind of kid who fills up notebooks with sketches, little animation cells, and the beginnings of stories, and he soon turns his mind to creating scenes for his movie.  Lee is the kind of kid who steals what he needs to film a scene and thinks it’s cool to goad Will into doing his own stunts.  Both of them are lonely for various reasons and both of them are fatherless – Will’s having died of an aneurysm and Lee’s having gone to the store and never come back.

They start to recruit other kids to help in the filming, including a tres popular French exchange student, and there’s a fair amount of early 80s pop cultural goodness.  Hilarious scenes of pre-teens and young teens obviously trying to incorporate what was happening in London at the time with their own sense of cool.  Of course Will and Lee end up at odds over the creative process and their friendship, and each of them has to confront the bigger issues of their situations.

SofR is nostalgic, strong on sentiment, and smartly done.  Writer/director Jennings was last seen presiding over A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, and he’s clearly in his element here.  Hopefully we see more from him.  This is the kind of movie you may not have heard about, but it’s definitely worth adding to your queue or seeking out at your local video store.

John Hughes – Don’t You Forget

With the passing of John Hughes yesterday, tributes, lists, and essays are cropping up all over the interwebs.  People more eloquent than me have penned their missives; I’ll just add to the general chorus of appreciation for a guy whose teen movies and comedies were an indelible part of growing up in the 80s.

So now, I bring you, in no particular order, Beemsville’s Top 5 John Hughes movies:

•  The Breakfast Club (1985).  Well, duh… Your quintessential 80s teen movie.  Kids today know this film, know scenes and lines, even though they may not have actually watched the movie.  That’s how deeply this one permeates.
• Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (1986).  So awesome with the quotes, and the twisting and shouting, and Cameron in Egypt-land, and the evil Principal Rooney…
• Planes, Trains, & Automobiles (1987).  Steve Martin is the ultimate straight man, while John Candy is at his peak here.  
• Uncle Buck (1989).  Probably not on a lot of peoples’ lists, but I love this movie.  John Candy has a certain bumbling persistence and great chemistry with the two kids, and I had that car of his for awhile.
• Vacation/Christmas Vacation (1983/1989).  Hughes wrote but did not direct these, so I’ll take a two for one here.  The freaking Griswolds.  Cousin Eddy.  Wallyworld.  All of it.  What more do you need? 

RIP John Hughes.  We will miss you.

Quick Review: Transformers 2

More than meets the eye?  Yeah… depends on your definition. Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen has been (predictably) pummelled by the film intelligentsia in review after review.  It’s also hauled in a crapload of cash.  This leads to a couple of conclusions:

• The big Hollywood Marketing Machine w0uld not allow this movie to fail (especially amidst this summer’s weakness)
• Nobody really listens to the film critics (at least in summertime)

Simplistic?  Sure.  But the question you really have to ask yourself – what do you want out of your giant robot  FX extravaganza? What are your expectations.  Do you want character development, pithy dialogue, a plot that can stand up to more than cursory examination?  Do you want quiet moments?  Soulful expressions of affection between the Autobots and their military allies?  Well do ya, punk?