Sunday, June 29, 2008

Great Directors Series: Dario Argento

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Born in Rome in 1940 to legendary film producer Salvatore Argentno, Dario Argento is one of Italy's most famous and world-renowned filmmakers. As a director, he quickly achieved the rank of cult status, having been effectively brought up on the likes of Fritz Lang, Alfred Hitchcock and the writing of Edgar Allen Poe and Thomas de Quincy. As with many post-war European directors, Argento began his career writing reviews for the Rome newspaper Paesa Sara before becoming a screen writer, penning the scripts for westerns like Une Corde un colt (Cemetery Without Crosses, 1969). It was his work on Sergio Leone's Once Upon a Time in The West that garnered him the attention of Gofredo Lombardo, the head of the Titanus Distribution company. Argento would then pen the screenplay for what would become his first film, The Bird with the Crystal Plumage(1970)
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Although wrongfully categorized as a "horror" film, Crystal Plumage was the first of Argento's giallo films, a term that refers to the yellow dust covers that adorned the popular detective novels in which the films were inspired by, each one detailing the fate of average joes turned amateur detectives who find themselves compromised by their involvement in a crime and, as a result, are forced to go outside of the law to mount an unofficial investigation in order to prove their own innocence. It was here that Argento implemented his trademark themes and motifs that would forever define his distinct giallo style. Crystal Plumage would also mark the first film in his initial trilogy, commonly called the "animal trilogy." His following films, The Cat O' Nine Tales (1971) and Four Flies on Grey Velvet (1972), were largely dismissed by Anglo-American critics, who felt that Argento's brand of detective fiction abandoned rational methods of deduction in favor of near-fantastical and cine-stylistic lead excess -- clearly, Argento had his own way of doing things. For instance, both films displayed the complex constructions of cinematic time and space normally associated with art cinema.
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His next film, Deep Red (1975) was very much a transitional film in terms of development both as a director and in cinematic style. The film is relentlessly ambitious, with its onscreen splatter being framed by winding long takes, ambiguous point of view camerawork and radical splits between sound and image tracks -- easily his most technically sound film. While certainly a giallo, Deep Red also houses the supernatural elements that would encompass Argento's later films, which ended up being most famously pronounced in his sprawling masterpiece, Suspiria (1977).
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Here, this preoccupation with discovering the identity of a brutal murderer is spliced into the theme of a coven of witches dominating a German dance academy. Although the film's supernatural setting signified a radical departure from his earlier giallo productions, Argento retained his favoured theme of ineffectual men who are dominated by aggressive women. In characteristic Argento style, the most cinematically charged sequence is the opening murder scene, which is saturated with primary colours and a near-hysterical soundtrack. Both of these features are so overpowering as to distract the viewer from the gory activities that the scene details. The unnerving force of the scene is once again testament to the director's ability to manipulate every aspect of cinematic technology in his quest to expand the boundaries of horror cinema. It also holds on of cinema's all-time greatest taglines: "The only thing more terrifying than the last 12 minutes of this film are the first 92"
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Despite an admittedly uneven latter career, Argento remains not only one of the greatest horror directors ever, but one of cinemas most mesmerizing craftsmen. Most directors go through entire careers searching for their "voice", while there's no mistaking an Argento film -- the characteristic colors, camera work, and music of his trademark are altogether unmistakable. Few directors have ever, or will ever, grace the screen with as much style as him.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Wan't. So. Badly.

Not the EXACT replicas, but probably the closest thing we'll ever get to the actual McFly Airs from BTTF. Regardless, they're ill as shit and I'll never be able to afford them.

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Monday, June 23, 2008

Get Smart review

So I'm the Review Editor over at The Frat Pack Tribute Site, where we cover all things Frat Pack. I recently saw Get Smart and reviewed it for the site. It's not posted yet, but you can read it HERE. FIRST. EXCLUSIVE, YOOOOOO.

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To say I’m a fan of Hollywood interpretations of classic television series would not be a truthful statement – but then again, I’m not entirely against it. Sometimes, a revisit to a once popular show can revitalize lost spirit: the Brady Bunch Movie, per example, wasn’t as much a remake, but more a cheeky look at the absurdities that made the show so loveable. But that’s not the angle director Peter Segal took for his update of the classic Mel Brooks/Buck Henry 1960s spy comedy Get Smart: instead, he manages to bring the concept to a new era but still remain true to the show’s original concept and feel (something those Charlie’s Angels movies tried but miserably failed to do.)

Maybe it’s the nostalgic buzz generated by that awesome theme song; maybe it’s seeing the famous CONTROL shoe phone (rendered obsolete in the film, but skillfully used at crucial point, paying homage to the classic image), but the fact remains that Segal and co. somehow (and thankfully) managed to re-imagine Get Smart without taking a proverbial leak all over their source material.

Steve Carell stars as Maxwell Smart, a desk jockey who dreams of being a full-time field agent for the super-secret government organization known as CONTROL. He finally gets his shot after his fellow operatives, including the super-smooth Agent 23 (Dwayne “No Longer The Rock” Johnson) are outed by the evil group known only as KAOS. The Chief (Alan Arkin) teams Smart with Agent 99 (played by oober-fox Anne Hathaway) and together they follow the clues to track down KAOS and their mysterious leader, Siegfried (Terrence Stamp).

Quite simply, the casting of Carell as Maxwell Smart is perfect: he takes slight cues and ticks from the character’s original portrayer, Don Adams, but tastefully creates his own persona. It’s the perfect balance of paying homage to the past and embracing ones comedic sensibilities. The new Maxwell Smart is all Carell, but he’s certainly not without its roots – not unlike his turn as Michael Scott on The Office: taking an already established character, but creating an entirely new personality. It sounds a little “too easy” on the surface, but Carell’s sublime comedic talents are very much his own.

The rest of the cast shines as well: Arkin, Johnson and Hathaway are all pleasing as members of CONTROL, while Carell and Hathaway make a charming comedic duo. The always reliable David Koechner plays Agent Larabee, a great source of laughs during some effective scenes set in CONTROL’s made offices, located deep below the Smithsonian.

While it remains an honest effort, Get Smart purists will likely be offended by the tinkering of the story line: CONTROL is portrayed as more of a dinosaur of an organization rather than an imperative aspect of national security, operating solely to combat KAOS.

This still does not change the fact that Get Smart rose above the constraints of its nature – because lets face it: it could have really sucked. But great casting paired with great performances mixed with great thrills and big laughs make this one of the best movies of the Summer.

The master at work



RIP

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Edge Comedy Club 6/19

Great Directors Series: Sam Peckinpah

So I need to start using this thing more. And to start, I'm going to begin profiling some of my favorite directors -- going over their filmography, talking about their technique, and mostly just gushing about how awesome I think they are. First up in the series: Sam Packinpah.

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Before Tarantino, it was "Bloody" Sam Peckinpah who was notorious for the use of graphic violence in his films. His seminal release The Wild Bunch (1969) was called "the most graphically violent Western ever made and one of the most violent movies of all time." The film itself can be seen as a huge catalyst: the Western genre was never the same after Peckinpah, soaking the once docile desert landscapes with blood and bravado. It is his most famous and successful film, despite the public outrage. The trend only continued with Straw Dogs (1972), another brutal film with the nature of violence at its center.

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Made in England, about an American mathematician named David (Dustin Hoffman) on sabbatical with his wife in a small English village, of which she is a native. His wife's flirtatious nature begins to intervene with his work, while the local lads harass and mock him for his "outsider" nature. The film descends into a craze with David turning from a maligned pacifist to a resourceful killing machine. The violence of Straw Dogs quickly became a controversy, and was band in England for some years, yet had a favorable run in the States, and quickly became one of his most successful films. Oddly enough, his follow up film, Junior Bonner was a critical and commercial flop. We see none of the explosive violence of The Wild Bunch or misogyny of Straw Dogs


From 1972 to 1977, Peckinpah made The Getaway (1972), Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid (1973), Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia (1974), The Killer Elite (1975), and Cross of Iron (1978). These years resulted in an uneven body of work yet too little attention has been paid to how these later films evolve from Peckinpah's earlier work and reflect the continuous development of his concerns.


Looked upon as his most surreal and nihilistic film, Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia is a fever-soaked escapade.
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With the lowest budget he's ever had and lacking a great cast, he ventured into Mexico with no real idea of what he was trying to accomplish. However, after all was said and done, he went on record to say that Garcia was the only film of his that was released exactly as he envisioned it, without a single edit or cut from studio heads. Sadly, it was at this point that his alcoholism and destructive lifestyle was reaching its peak, even saying he couldn't direct while sober. In fact, Warren Oates modeled his performance in Garcia after Peckinpah himself, a somewhat haunting revelation as Oates' character is the very definition of low-life. Allure aside, Garcia is one of the Peckinpah's strongest films, similar in tone to Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid, a hopeless narrative but rich in aural and visual texture.


His last great film was Cross of Iron The film concentrates on the efforts of Sergeant Steiner (James Coburn) to protect the squad of men under his command. Many reviews called the film "gory" and "hysterical", even though, after seeing the film, Orson Welles cabled Peckinpah that it was the best anti-war film he had ever seen about the "ordinary enlisted man." Although a critical and commercial failure in the States, it was released to great acclaim in Europe in 1977. It even became the biggest grossing picture in Germany since The Sound of Music.


Peckinpah's films were mutilated by the studios, and most of the critical literature mostly revolves around his mythology: a drunk, a coke addict, a sentimental romantic, possibly schizophrenic, a little man with a big chip on his shoulders -- Peckinpah is said to be many things. To give true testament to the man, it's nest not to focus on the violence or the vices; what we have is an admittedly uneven collection of work that, when good, deal with two of the most complex issues of the human condition: our fear of violence and death and the hope for a better life.

Peckinpah shot the dream going, gone rotten, machines and money choking the garden, those hard-won gatherings at the river mutating into cold centers of commerce. Chinese boxes of powder and paranoia. -- Kathleen Murphy

Monday, June 2, 2008

Spike Jonze is better than everyone

Already posted on Kanye's blog, but who cares. WTF!!