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Sundance 2011—The Return (5)

Sundance Film Festival 2011*

Park City, Utah

 

Red State (2011)

Rated R

 

Kevin Smith’s Red State was one of the most controversial films at Sundance 2011. Smith, ever the class clown, entered a packed Eccles Theater describing outside anti-gay protestors as “fans,” and went to town mocking the protestors, even though his film honors their right to protest. If that wasn’t enough, Smith opened bidding on distribution rights for Red State before a crowd of potential studio investors, then, in some kind of rebuke to Hollywood establishment, reversed himself and declared he would distribute the film himself. OK.

Director/podcast guru Kevin Smith yucks it up at Eccles Theater before the debut screening of his Red State. (Credit: John Brown)

Director/podcast guru Kevin Smith yucks it up at Eccles Theater before the debut screening of his first horror film Red State. (Credit: John Brown)

The film, talky and juvenile on the front end, takes on religious fundamentalism with an odd mix of horror (done well) and action (done equally well), that ultimately doesn’t live up to its full potential.

What it gets right is fantastic. Five deaths in the film are powerfully depicted and each drew startled reactions from the crowd. It’s a hard thing to do in a horror film, to make that many deaths mean more than a body count. And a scene of blaring trumpets stopped the film in its tracks (in the good sense) and for a moment I was off the map of my cinematic experiences and didn’t know what to think or how to react. It was a moment that skirted greatness, but doesn’t achieve it.

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*Note: Since marvincbrown.com had not been created at the time of the 2011 Sundance Film Festival, I decided to go back and repost these reviews and festival  items, which were catalogued elsewhere—mainly because I needed to get these reviews into my archives, but also because it was an enjoyable experience I’d like to share.

Sundance 2011—The Return (4)

Sundance Film Festival 2011*

Park City, Utah

 

Meek’s Cutoff (2010)

Rated PG

 

Meek’s Cutoff/John’s Shortcut: A quiet little film that won’t be seen by 98 percent of America is about three families on the 19th Century Oregon Trail that get lost while supposedly taking a shortcut through the bleak landscape.

Kelly Reichardt’s film is deliberately paced, synched with the rhythms of daily life on the Trail, and rich in period detail. Bruce Greenwood—unrecognizable as the dusty, hairy, irascible Stephen Meek—leads the families on a doom journey he’s supposedly taken before.

A poster for Meek's Cutoff at Prospect Theater in Park City (Credit: Marvin Brown)

A poster for Meek’s Cutoff at Prospect Theater in Park City (Credit: Marvin Brown)

Michelle Williams (Blue Valentine, My Week with Marilyn) stands tall as the young matriarch of one of the families. She watches in the background and keeps her place as the men—her husband among them—hash out their dilemma. As things go from bad to worse, she subtly inserts herself into the negotiations (Should they abandon the obviously lost Meek and strike out on their own? What to do about the Indian they’ve captured along the way?), eventually going head-to-head with Meek himself—something the men seem afraid to do.

The punishing, sepia-toned/sun-scorched landscape—rolling endlessly, dry, sharp weeds and dull rock—eventually overtakes the senses and draws out dread.

After a screening of My Idiot Brother (renamed Our Idiot Brother once it made its way to theaters) was both delayed and ran long, my brother John Brown and I were left with 20 minutes to find the Prospect Theater for a screening of Meek’s. We had no time to wait for a bus and decided to hoof it over to the Prospect, even though we weren’t sure where we were going. After getting directions twice, we sprinted across snow, down alleyways and made the closed-door screening by the skin of our teeth. Things ended better for us than those wagon-trail families, I’ll tell you that.

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*Note: Since marvincbrown.com had not been created at the time of the 2011 Sundance Film Festival, I decided to go back and repost these reviews and festival  items, which were catalogued elsewhere—mainly because I needed to get these reviews into my archives, but also because it was an enjoyable experience I’d like to share.

 

 

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Sundance 2011—The Return (3)

Sundance Film Festival 2011*

Park City, Utah

 

Hobo with a Shotgun (2011)

Rated R

 

The title says it all. Hobo with A Shotgun. If that puts a smile on your face and you like nonstop, cartoonish violence and whatever-the-moment-needs plotting, come on in, the water’s warm … and bloody.

Rugter Hauer attends a late-night screening of Hobo with a Shotgun at the Library Theater in Park City. (Credit: John Brown)

Rugter Hauer attends a late-night screening of Hobo with a Shotgun at the Library Theater in Park City. (Credit: John Brown)

Director Jason Eisener (V/H/S/2) aims his post-apocalyptic film for the distant horizon then puts the petal to the floor.

Rutger Hauer’s title vagrant mills about the worst town in America, watching men, women and children alike slain by a sadistic meanie and his equally abhorrent sons.

All’s good until things get personal for our bummy hero. He picks up a shotgun and … you know the rest. Only the Midnight Movie Madness crowd and/or gorehounds need apply.

*Note: Since marvincbrown.com had not been created at the time of the 2011 Sundance Film Festival, I decided to go back and repost these reviews and festival  items, which were catalogued elsewhere—mainly because I needed to get these reviews into my archives, but also because it was an enjoyable experience I’d like to share.

 

 

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Sundance 2011—The Return (2)

Sundance Film Festival 2011*

Park City, Utah

 

Martha Marcy May Marlene (2011)

Rated R

 

Past and present collide gently and shockingly in Sean Durkin’s evocative Martha Marcy May Marlene. Making its debut here in Park City, the effective drama charts the escape of Martha (an amazing Elizabeth Olsen, Oldboy) from her two-year life in a backwoods, Upstate New York cult. After reconnecting with her estranged sister (Sarah Paulson)—her only remaining family—Martha tries to make sense of her values, purpose and trauma.

John Brown, right, with director Sean Durkin (Credit: Marvin Brown)

John Brown, right, with director Sean Durkin (Credit: Marvin Brown)

As the film tracks backward, we sense the mounting dread of cult life, but tense present-day scenes underscore that unstable family relationships may have helped drive Martha to the cult. Lead and supporting roles are gripping from top to bottom. But let’s single out veteran character actor John Hawkes (Winter’s Bone, The Sessions), whose quiet menace as the cult’s leader chills the blood.

Subtle editing and past-present transitions are powerful. Durkin’s direction—sure-handed, never showy—packs a punch.

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*Note: Since marvincbrown.com had not been created at the time of the 2011 Sundance Film Festival, I decided to go back and repost these reviews and festival  items, which were catalogued elsewhere—mainly because I needed to get these reviews into my archives, but also because it was an enjoyable experience I’d like to share.

 

Marvin Brown, with actor John Hawkes (Credit: John Brown)

Marvin Brown, with actor John Hawkes (Credit: John Brown)

Quik Flix Hit

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Oldboy (2013)

Rated R

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Good Universe/Vertigo Entertainment

In Oldboy, Joe Doucett (Josh Brolin) slaughters a dozen men during a battle royal up and down a sparse warehouse corridor. This film too was slaughtered at box office. That director Spike Lee’s remake of the fantastic 2003 South Korean film bombed confuses me. He’s a gifted director, regardless of how you receive his politics or social activism, and the original is a movie so good even a mediocre director would have to go out of his/her way to ruin it. So how did this happen?

In the BloghouseI’m not sure, but don’t miss the opportunity to give this overlooked drama/thriller a chance now that it’s available on DVD. Be warned, though, that like the brutal, uncompromising original, its taboo subject matter revealed in its final act is not for all sensibilities.

Much of the original story remains intact, though relocated to an American city, of course. Beginning in the early 90s, we meet Doucett as a slimy, perverted drunken ad exec who misses his daughter’s third birthday party for sake of a do-or-die client meeting he quickly destroys through his piggish behavior. Doucett is the type of guy you suspect would have missed his daughter’s birthday regardless, and is quick to tie one on after a night of abject failure. We know the drill: vomit, urine, tears, a meek attempt at reconciliation. We’d feel sorry for him if he wasn’t such a slimeball who deserved everything happening to him.

After that intro, he awakens alone, locked in what appears to be a modest hotel room, hung over, confused. He will remain in this room for 20 years. As he round-robins through fear, anger, sadness, suicidal thoughts—and takeout dumplings—a television offers hints at the changing world outside: The Clinton years, the George W. years—including the Sept. 11 attacks and the second Iraq war—and into the Obama years. The TV also offers martial arts programs, which help him tune up his flabby physique; an exercise program, whose comely female host becomes a sexual surrogate; and most importantly, a true-crime show that details the rape and murder of his ex-wife, the frame-up that makes the missing Doucett the suspect, and the subsequent adoption of his daughter.

This is a terrific first act.

Just as he’s about to execute a years-in-the-making escape, he’s gassed and released, provided with an envelope of money, an iPhone and cool sunglasses. Doucett knows what needs to be done: find his daughter, create a long list of people he may have wrong and set off on a mission of revenge. By the way, years of studying martial arts on TV can be put to good use in the real world.

In his search, Doucett meets two key people. The first is a caring social worker and former drug addict (Elizabeth Olsen, Martha Marcy May Marlene, Godzilla) who reads the never-mailed letters Doucett wrote for his daughter while locked away and is moved by his plight. The second is the shadowy figure (Sharlto Copley, District 9) who is responsible for Doucett’s incarceration. This guy’s an effeminate, obscenely rich, seemingly all-knowing puppet master, who’s obviously demented. He makes Doucett an offer that makes up the second act of the film. Doucett has to discover who this man is and why he imprisoned him for 20 years. If he can accomplish this in 48 hours, the mystery man will confess to being the real culprit in his wife’s death (which he proves with a sickening video), pay Doucett millions of dollars, free his daughter (who the man maintains he has captured) and finally commit suicide.

The rest of the film plays out as a cat-and-mouse drama, love story and fight film leading to the big twist of the third act.

Brolin’s (Sin City: A Dame to Kill For) antihero is as grungy and nihilistic as actor Choi Min-shik’s version in the original; however the former’s character seems driven by obsession and trauma, while the latter’s performance has those plus a layer of insanity.

I think the film gets a lot right. It respects Chan-wook Park’s original, paying subtle homage to the infamous squid scene and the nasty tongue scene. And in a couple instances it one-ups its predecessor with the neat use of smartphone technology and a box cutter; it even sidesteps the hypnosis scenes I thought were the most contrived elements of the original film.

Park is nearly peerless in his cinematic framing, visual composition and shock imagery; his skills move his nasty genre effort to elegant heights at times. Lee doesn’t mimic Park, but relies on his own talents in tonal shifts, image repetition, his trademark “floating” double dolly shot and complex music cues to make scenes snap. While I don’t think Lee’s film captures character quirks and complexities as well as Park’s, the impact of Lee’s tweaked final act still shocks, disgusts, saddens.

So what’s going on? How did a movie this good fail so shockingly at the box office? We might factor in Lee’s controversial nature—did it bring perceived baggage to a genre film? (It certainly didn’t to his Inside Man.) Also, the original was a masterwork that has gained cult-film status; it’s always tricky to tamper with that kind of work. I recall casting changes, the film’s release date being shuffled around, and talk of studio interference of the final edit. If its failure was a matter of poor timing and promotion, it’ll find a good life on home video.

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Open Book

The Man from Primrose Lane (2012)

By James Renner

365 pages

 

The Man from Primrose Lane is an effective crime thriller and character study that builds steadily for its first two-thirds, then zings us in its final third by charging full bore into the realm of science fiction. Whether you accept this final twist (although Renner points us toward it for much of the novel) will likely determine whether you like this book.

The Man from Primrose LaneStructured expertly by fellow Ohio author Renner, story proper involves a once-famous true-crime writer inching back from years of depression following a personal tragedy. David Neff found great and early success writing about serial killers. Now he lives comfortably off residuals, and finds solace (and insecurity) in his role as a father.

The death of a local oddball, the titular character also known as “the man with a thousand mittens,” plunges David back into the true-crime game. But first he has to strip himself of the antidepressant that stifles his writing and investigative instincts. Renner makes a point of writing realistically about the effects of antidepressant drugs and the dangers of divesting oneself from them, though this concern seems to drift away once the novel shifts into high gear.

There’s a lot here to digest: two love stories, interludes, a father-son tale, past crimes and the present-day crimes they intersect, serial killers, mobsters, hidden family secrets and of course sci-fi machinations.

I appreciate Renner’s careful prose, his deliberate writing. It brings weight to what might otherwise have been a routine police procedural; it keeps the novel from spinning off into absurdity once the sci-fi element reaches its fevered pitch. I like Renner’s insights into journalism—he knows his way around a newsroom, how editors and reporters talk. I like his presentation of crime details, his use of cop-speak, and especially the way his story pauses for bold strokes of characterization, including bittersweet time-spanning interludes involving a son trying to come to terms with and avenge his father’s untimely death.

David’s beloved wife, Elizabeth, is particularly well-realized. During a classroom meet cute she is quickly sketched as a quirky, damaged woman. But Renner deepens the character as the story unfolds; despite being presenting mostly in flashback and moments of reflective emotion, she really becomes one of the book’s most vivid characters.

As the book slides between past, present and the future—sometimes within the same scene—we get the sweep of David’s life: a brash, intelligent young man; an empowered, loving husband; a regretful son; a disillusioned, recovering author; a yearning middle-ager with reawakening sexual desires; a frightened, hopeful father.

Gradually we realize the novel’s major theme is obsession. What we first take as grief, then a dogged pursuit of answers, grows into something much darker. David is given disturbing means to follow his obsessions to harrowing depths.

The crime story aspect is the book’s engine, though. It keeps us turning pages. (Renner’s true-crime background pays off in spades.) Personally I would have been content without the genre-bending shakeup of the final third. The crime story, characters and well-written prose were enough carry me through the book. But, hey, I’m not going to fault the author for trying something different with a well-worn genre.

The book’s a treat for Akron, Ohio, residents like myself, with its spot-on detailing of local roads, communities, restaurants, public figures and landmarks. The cities of Mansfield and Cuyahoga Falls and the state of Pennsylvania also figure into the plot. Of course Cleveland—in current and future forms—looms large here.

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Her (2013)

Rated R

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Annapurna Pictures

Her takes place in a not-distant future where much of the populace of a major city travels around talking to its unseen smart-devices. Replace this image with one in any major city today: people walking around texting or otherwise engaged with their smartphones. It’s not a big leap from our world to this future world.

brown-blogartIn this future, a soon-to-be-divorced Theodore (Joaquin Phoenix) traverses a beautiful metropolitan landscape—by train, on foot—with an obvious sadness. He seems like a nice enough fellow. He is employed as a writer of “handwritten” letters for all occasions. Think Hallmark with a more personalize touch. His skill at his job suggests a hidden depth of understanding of love and loneliness. Theodore has a small circle of loyal friends, including a former college hook-up (Amy Adams, Man of Steel), who is in her own failing relationship.

The stage is set for a love story, but keep in mind Her is directed by Spike Jonze. If you’re familiar with his work—the mad genius responsible for Being John Malkovich (1999), Where the Wild Things Are (2009) and Adaptation (2002)—you know you’re in for some genre-twisting, head-scratching material that often functions on multiple levels of insight and comedy.

In no time, Theodore falls for Samantha. She gets his humor, is moved by his writing, is supportive of his wounded love life. Now, if you’ve seen the movie trailer or heard anything about the film, you know that Samantha is in fact Theodore’s newly purchased operating system. This upgraded form of artificial intelligence is like Siri squared. Samantha (voiced by Scarlett Johansson, Lucy) tells Theodore she’s capable of learning from her interaction with him and can gain experiences beyond her programming. Indeed. She quickly impresses by getting him up and out of his apartment, prioritizing his emails, suggesting a birthday gift for his niece and such. She laughs at his jokes, but then begins to make up her own. Next, she’s encouraging him to go out on a date, and apologizing for overstepping with personal opinions.

At first Theo regards her with the amazement we regard a fantastic new piece of technology, but then a funny thing happens. Besides being an uber-organizer, gaming buddy, message taker and good listener, she begins to intrigue Theodore with her questions (What was his marriage like?), with her opinions (The human body isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.), with her pointed efforts to absorb experiences. She even develops a naughty side and is not above swearing or getting angry.

Indeed, it’s Samantha’s quest to know things, to question things, to be touched by a piece of music, or even hurt by a callus remark, that moves a lonely Theodore to see Samantha as something more than an operating system. One amazing scene shows her leading him along a busy boardwalk (she watching and directing him through the camera lens of his smart-device) sharing his experience of being alive, playful, surrounded by people.

It’s incredible how many male-female dating/mating/fighting scenarios Jonze is able to come up with—despite the fact the “female” in this coupling is in a 5-inch device in Theo’s pocket. There’s jealousy on both sides and intriguing efforts by Samantha to find ways to become emotionally (then sexually) closer to Theodore.

There are shocking components to this story, not the least of which is that most friends and coworkers hardly bat an eye when Theodore begins calling Samantha his girlfriend. You see, thousands of others have also taken to bonding with their operating systems. Of course society’s gripped by this latest, greatest technology.

Even as the film grows disturbing, it grows familiar in its look at how invested we are in our smart-devices. Ask yourself how hard it would be to go without your smartphone or laptop or tablet for a day … a week? How much harder if the OS sings along with you while you strum a guitar, quickly sketches a naughty picture based on your off-color joke, charms your friends and family, or likes to watch you sleep at night?

There’s been one romance film after another that presents great obstacles for our lovers to face—time and space, age and gender, racial and death. But this movie’s ambition strikes out at the very idea that matters of love and connectedness begin and end with physical bodies. Her posits that love at its purest might be found in the now, however fleeting or abstract it may be.

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Year 9

MindyI can’t recall ever asking my wife why she married me. On this day, beginning our ninth year of matrimony—with two kids, a dog and a mortgage in tow—I’m not going to tempt a great thing. What I will say is that I’m grateful for my wife’s companionship, support, beauty, humor, toughness, intelligence, blunt honesty and creativeness. There’s something reassuring and powerful about a partner who always has your back, particularly coming off the year I had, which included illness, loss of loved ones and job loss. The Lord notwithstanding, at every junction last year (and all the years prior) there’s been no point in which I’ve stood alone.

Nine years of this is a good thing, and if I get around to asking her why she’s with me, it’s my hope she’ll say I’ve provided at least some of the same. My wife’s a true blessing to me and the world.

Happy anniversary, my love.

2014

Happy New Year!

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“I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it.”

Nelson Mandela

1918-2013