Lincoln - 4 Stars (out of 4)
Lincoln, directed by Steven Spielberg and starring Daniel Day Lewis in the titular role, is about as close to perfect as a movie can get. It only has a few missteps, mostly overlength, but only minor ones that do not detract away from the film's message. I went in the movie expecting a biopic of sorts, but the movie covers a very specific timeframe and event in his life, the passage of the 13th Amendment banning slavery in the United States. Now, I must admit with some shame, I don't know a lot about this period of time in United States history and I did not know, but am not surprised given the politics of the time, that the passage of this amendment was extremely controversial and difficult. A wise man once said the two things you never want to see being made was sausages and laws. This movie is exhibit A. It covers the division within the Republican Party, the cajoling and outright bribing of members in the Democratic Party, even the divisions in Lincoln's own cabinet. It may be surprising to some (or maybe not), the outright unethical means that had to be employed in order to secure the 2/3 passage of this amendment. And, hanging over it all, a possible overture of peace from the South that threatens to derail the whole process. This is the part I did not know. That there was a peace deal from the South on the table for Lincoln to consider, but he could not even let word of it get out. If word reached the Congress, they would table the motion and enact immediate debate on terms. A future problem, also, was that if the South came back into the fold of the Union full members (as they did), the amendment would never have passed as they would have never voted for it. So it was critical for Lincoln to pass the amendment within a certain timeframe if slavery was to be abolished in his lifetime. The negotiations are often tense, other times funny, but downright interesting. No one is villified or lauded, but rather presented as they really were, warts and all. And this, in the end, is the source of the film's greatest strength. The unvarnished look at both sides. Now obviously, Spielberg does sympathize with history, but it is a revealing glance of these men who had such an impact on American society that still reverberates today. Spielberg can't help but put a few theatrical touches in moments, because, well, he's Spielberg, and sentiment has never been in short supply with him.
Spielberg's direction is excellent, as always. I have noted before in coversations that I consider Martin Scorsese the greatest artistic director in Hollywood today, but I consider Spielberg the greatest craftsman. What I mean by that is that Spielberg's direction of scenes rarely call attention to themselves. He does not show off technical mastery with odd camera angles, strange lighting or following characters around a room. There is nothing in a Spielberg film that is in there for its own sake. Everything he does serves the story. For those who notice composition, lighting, blocking and movement, there is a great technical and artistic wizardry to Spielberg's direction, so much so it almost seems effortless, almost as if he can't help himself but create powerful images that speak volumes before any characters actually speak. But it never, never intrudes on what is happening in the scene. That is what I think is true mastery. I do not mean to demean Scorsese in any way, but his direction is almost self-indulgent, almost as if he is trying to prove something. Spielberg doesn't have to do that. He is confident enough that he does not need to be artsy unless he wants to be. Ever since Schindler's List, Spielberg has a method of direction that makes you feel as if you are there, that you are really seeing what is happening, and never takes you out of the moment. This understated direction serves Lincoln well, so he can show off the main focus, Lincoln himself.
A few words about Daniel Day Lewis. I never ceased to be amazed at this man's dramatic range and capability. He can be anybody, transform into anyone. Unfortunately, since he is in semi-retirement, we don't get to see a lot of him. But when we do, wow, are we in for a treat. I would put him into one of, if not THE best living actor today. There are only a few actors who do what he does so well. A lot of times, many great actors develop personas or tics that are hallmarks to their performances. I, being who I am, call it their thing. We all know them. Robert De Niro repeats himself, John Malkovich slows down and e-nun-ci-ates. George Clooney cocks his head to the side and gives you the look. Al Pacino screams a lot. Denzel Washington turns into the bully. Bruce Willis whispers and smirks. We all know them and love them. But great actors never have to phone it in like that. I consider Daniel Day Lewis one of these. Also Gary Oldman, Leonardo DiCaprio (as much as I hate to admit it), Matt Damon, Meryl Streep, Jodie Foster, Anthony Hopkins, Christian Bale and Kevin Spacey. All very nuanced and subtle actors, when the role calls for it. Lewis infuses Lincoln with the humanity of the man, a trait sorely lacking in all past portrayals from Young Mr. Lincoln to Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter, to Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. An annoying tendency that storyteller get when depicting our founding fathers (or other great historical figure for that matter), is they portray them as greek gods, marble approximations that do not think, talk or act like any human being. They are either deified paragons of virtue who do no wrong, or vilified as dastardly devils incapable of human feeling or rational thought. With the sole exception of HBO's excellent miniseries John Adams, I have never seen a more realistic depiction of the man. We already know, or at least are aware, that he did great deeds. What movies like this and John Adams do is to help us know the person behind the acts, their virtues and foilbles, and through that we see they are not entirely different from us. Which, for me, makes the deeds they do so much the greater.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012
Skyfall
Skyfalls Flat
Skyfall - 2.5 Stars (out of 4)
Skyfall, for those of you who have been living under a rock, is the newest entry into the storied James Bond series (23rd in the Broccoli-famly produced versions, 24 if you count Never Say Never Again and the 1960s Casino Royale, or 25 if you want to include the original American live TV Casino Royale starring Barry Nelson). Anyway, I have to preface this review by saying that I have seen EVERY Bond there is (except the David Niven Casino Royale) and am a HUGE fan of the series. I have seen every single one since The Spy Who Loved Me in the theater in 1977. I am very much a Bond purist, so I may have a little bias here. But enough about with the disclaimers, on with the review.
First, this is not a bad movie. When I left the movie, I was quite elated. Considering what a mess its predecessor, Quantum of Solace, was, this outing was a welcome change. It was thrilling in all the right parts, had a comprehensible story unlike its predecessor, had a least a couple of exotic locales and Daniel Craig keeping the great new brooding Bond firmly in place. But the more I think about it, the less and less I liked the movie. Without giving away the story, this is probably the closest we will ever get to a Bond origin story. And that is its almost fatal flaw. More on that later.
First the good stuff. The director, Sam Mendes, is quite good. He produces some very unforgettable images in this film without being too overly arty. From the thrilling open chase in the rooftops of Istanbul, to the surreal beauty of Shangai at night, this is a beautiful movie and a visual delight. I especially liked the Shanghai scenes, with its neon-infused night, it looks like something out of Tron. I love it when I am not bored by the scenery in the background. Unfortunately with some Bond movies, they do not take advantage of the exotic backgrounds and use the natural and manmade scenery to their advantage because we want to move on to the next thrill ride. This movie, for the most part, is not like that until the end. Next, apparently during MGM's bankruptcy (which delayed the production of this movie for 9 months), the producers wisely used the time to punch up and focus on the story. The key to any good movie, be it comedy, romance, drama or thriller relies first and foremost on a good story. A bad script can ruin what could otherwise be a great film. Case number one, Quantum of Solace. I have watched Quantum of Solace all the way through three times now, and damned if I still can't tell you what happened in the movie. It makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. Not that that is always a prerequisite for a Bond movie (Moonraker, Die Another Day, The Man With The Golden Gun, You Only Live Twice), but your better Bonds tend to be the better stories (From Russia With Love, On Her Majesty's Secret Service, For Your Eyes Only, Goldeneye, Casino Royale), stories that focus on what Bond does, and that is spying. Another good aspect of this movie was mentioned in The Washington Post: that is there is a certain reverence for the past in cute little one-liners and knowing winks.
And that is also where this movie flies off the rails. What starts out as a great chase after a mysterious enemy who has stolen the names of every undercover operative in the world, turns into a strange and frankly, unsettling descent into revenge. While this may work for most movies, it is strangely out of place in a Bond movie. Bond movies, in the end, are about a British spy who is stopping bad guys for Queen and Country. This quasi-origin story morphs into a weird mish-mash of Saw and The Most Dangerous Game. When I think back on the movie, I realize not very much happens in the whole movie, but especially the last 15-20 minutes. It is more than a little disappointing. While my expectations for Bond movies are never very high as far as excellence goes, I do expect there to be some kind complex happenings. This movie starts out fast and then slams on the brakes and tone about halfway through and never recovers. I have heard dumber critics saying this could be a contender for Oscar, but that is ridiculous. It's not that good.
A few final notes. I really like the direction the new production team has taken Bond since Casino Royale has been stellar. I like the fact that they have not been listening to the fanboys saying, where's Q? Where's the gadgets? Where's Blofeld? I also like Daniel Craig's Bond, the brooding and dangerous guy, not the wink and a smile made popular by Roger Moore. His acting choices for Bond have been great, and the general tone of the stories is great. However, in this movie, he seems to be suffering from a malady that requires him to take off his shirt every 10 minutes, not unlike William Shatner in Star Trek. Unfortunately for the guys, none of the actresses seem to suffer from this same malady and tragically keep thier clothes on for the most part. Unfortunately, it also has a dearth of beautiful, exotic women in the movie. There is only one this time, in addition to Bond's sort of partner. The new Q irritates me, but not as much as I thought he would from the previews. The story is grounded, sort of, in reality, and makes it interesting. Unfortunately, in the end, it is only good, but not great. I put this somewhere just above the middle in terms of how good it is.
Skyfall - 2.5 Stars (out of 4)
Skyfall, for those of you who have been living under a rock, is the newest entry into the storied James Bond series (23rd in the Broccoli-famly produced versions, 24 if you count Never Say Never Again and the 1960s Casino Royale, or 25 if you want to include the original American live TV Casino Royale starring Barry Nelson). Anyway, I have to preface this review by saying that I have seen EVERY Bond there is (except the David Niven Casino Royale) and am a HUGE fan of the series. I have seen every single one since The Spy Who Loved Me in the theater in 1977. I am very much a Bond purist, so I may have a little bias here. But enough about with the disclaimers, on with the review.
First, this is not a bad movie. When I left the movie, I was quite elated. Considering what a mess its predecessor, Quantum of Solace, was, this outing was a welcome change. It was thrilling in all the right parts, had a comprehensible story unlike its predecessor, had a least a couple of exotic locales and Daniel Craig keeping the great new brooding Bond firmly in place. But the more I think about it, the less and less I liked the movie. Without giving away the story, this is probably the closest we will ever get to a Bond origin story. And that is its almost fatal flaw. More on that later.
First the good stuff. The director, Sam Mendes, is quite good. He produces some very unforgettable images in this film without being too overly arty. From the thrilling open chase in the rooftops of Istanbul, to the surreal beauty of Shangai at night, this is a beautiful movie and a visual delight. I especially liked the Shanghai scenes, with its neon-infused night, it looks like something out of Tron. I love it when I am not bored by the scenery in the background. Unfortunately with some Bond movies, they do not take advantage of the exotic backgrounds and use the natural and manmade scenery to their advantage because we want to move on to the next thrill ride. This movie, for the most part, is not like that until the end. Next, apparently during MGM's bankruptcy (which delayed the production of this movie for 9 months), the producers wisely used the time to punch up and focus on the story. The key to any good movie, be it comedy, romance, drama or thriller relies first and foremost on a good story. A bad script can ruin what could otherwise be a great film. Case number one, Quantum of Solace. I have watched Quantum of Solace all the way through three times now, and damned if I still can't tell you what happened in the movie. It makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. Not that that is always a prerequisite for a Bond movie (Moonraker, Die Another Day, The Man With The Golden Gun, You Only Live Twice), but your better Bonds tend to be the better stories (From Russia With Love, On Her Majesty's Secret Service, For Your Eyes Only, Goldeneye, Casino Royale), stories that focus on what Bond does, and that is spying. Another good aspect of this movie was mentioned in The Washington Post: that is there is a certain reverence for the past in cute little one-liners and knowing winks.
And that is also where this movie flies off the rails. What starts out as a great chase after a mysterious enemy who has stolen the names of every undercover operative in the world, turns into a strange and frankly, unsettling descent into revenge. While this may work for most movies, it is strangely out of place in a Bond movie. Bond movies, in the end, are about a British spy who is stopping bad guys for Queen and Country. This quasi-origin story morphs into a weird mish-mash of Saw and The Most Dangerous Game. When I think back on the movie, I realize not very much happens in the whole movie, but especially the last 15-20 minutes. It is more than a little disappointing. While my expectations for Bond movies are never very high as far as excellence goes, I do expect there to be some kind complex happenings. This movie starts out fast and then slams on the brakes and tone about halfway through and never recovers. I have heard dumber critics saying this could be a contender for Oscar, but that is ridiculous. It's not that good.
A few final notes. I really like the direction the new production team has taken Bond since Casino Royale has been stellar. I like the fact that they have not been listening to the fanboys saying, where's Q? Where's the gadgets? Where's Blofeld? I also like Daniel Craig's Bond, the brooding and dangerous guy, not the wink and a smile made popular by Roger Moore. His acting choices for Bond have been great, and the general tone of the stories is great. However, in this movie, he seems to be suffering from a malady that requires him to take off his shirt every 10 minutes, not unlike William Shatner in Star Trek. Unfortunately for the guys, none of the actresses seem to suffer from this same malady and tragically keep thier clothes on for the most part. Unfortunately, it also has a dearth of beautiful, exotic women in the movie. There is only one this time, in addition to Bond's sort of partner. The new Q irritates me, but not as much as I thought he would from the previews. The story is grounded, sort of, in reality, and makes it interesting. Unfortunately, in the end, it is only good, but not great. I put this somewhere just above the middle in terms of how good it is.
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