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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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Quik Flix Hit

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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2014

Happy New Year!

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The Web We Weave

It’s not a mirage if you saw something on this website yesterday and then came back today and it’s gone—or in a different location, or is different color. Maybe a photo’s gone, or it’s gotten bigger. Change is good, right? And I’m on the world wide learning curve.

In maintaining marvincbrown.com, we tweak as we go. And we’re taking suggestions from visitors, which also accounts for some changes.

If the Internet’s a web, it’s a sticky one. The task is to get things user-friendly, interesting and add in enough redundancies to keep you from getting lost.

Purchase books at the Store. Read samples in the Works section. Learn more than you ever needed to know about me in About Marvin. You can slide your white-gloved hand right on past the Media Kit (unless you’re with the press), but Events will keep you up to date on where I’ll be, and News will let you know what I’m up to. Comments are (almost) always welcome and feel free to email me at Contact.

Here In The Bloghouse I’ll serve up general observations and opinions, while also offering specific blogging like book reviews (Open Book), mini movie reviews (Quik Flix Hit) and, with restraint, politics (Swing State).

Thanks for your input so far.

Open Book

Doctor Sleep (2013)

By Stephen King

544 pages

 

One reason Stephen King’s The Shining endures as a great horror novel of the modern era is that it draws it terrors not just from the outside, but strikes at us from within. The book centers it terrors on alcoholism, isolation and abuse as much as spectral hauntings.Doctor Sleep

Stanley Kubrick, who directed the film version of the book, said what primary lead him to adapt King’s work was the book’s deft construction that overlapped madness with the supernatural until the two became almost interchangeable/undistinguishable. By the time the supernatural elements take center stage, Kubrick said, the reader has accepted them unquestioned.

Jack Torrance, a former teacher, struggling writer and dry drunk, becomes the winter caretaker at an isolated resort hotel in the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Jack, his wife Wendy and young son Danny will spend the winter in the vast, empty hotel that is certainly haunted by its long history of tragedy and by the ghosts of its victims and victimizers.

It’s insidious how King shows the ghosts of the hotel whittle away at Jack, prying him with alcohol, teasing out his marital and parental insecurities until they break the man. The saddest part of the novel for me is when Jack surrenders to his demons and takes up the task of the hotel’s demons—to kill his paranormal son.

King, who outside of his Dark Tower series, has long made clear he isn’t interested in doing sequels to his works, lit a fuse when he announced a year ago he was writing just that—and to one of his best and oldest works. Doctor Sleep, thus, arrives with expectations that couldn’t be any higher. Well, the novel does not surpass or even match The Shining, and interestingly, it’s not as scary. But it’s a very good book, rich in characterization and subtle terrors that accumulate until you realize King’s horror has as crept up on you from all sides, and on various levels—physical, spiritual, emotional, supernatural. And there’s consistent humor throughout the tale that, strangely, enhances the horror.

Danny has survived the dreadful events of the first book—along with his mother and Dick Hallorann, the hotel chef and mentor to the boy. They are all back for the brief first part of the book, which picks up not long after events of the original novel. In a few pages King has swept us 30 years back, effectively reuniting us with characters and tone we remember. Soon, though, Doctor Sleep jumps ahead and we are reunited with some, but not all, of our dear friends. Danny is now Dan, a thirtysomething hospice caretaker (affectionately nicknamed Doctor Sleep) who uses his shining to help ease the final moments of terminal patients. Finally coming to a sense of purpose and sobriety (You thought he escaped his dad’s legacy of addiction, did you?), Dan’s life is upended once again. This time by a remarkable 12-year-old girl who also has the shining, and the tribe of supernatural baddies who will stop at nothing to possess Abra for her special gifts.

About that tribe: it calls itself the True Knot. Outwardly, its members look like grandmas, grandpas, aunts and uncles crisscrossing the highways and byways of the country in their deluxe campers. It’s a nice touch King adds, having seeming innocuous and ubiquitous RV people mask a terrifying tribe of vampires. Oh, it’s not blood the Knot craves, but “steam”—the fear, power, essence, soul—that seeps from special victims as they are slowly tortured to death. The best steam comes from children with supernatural abilities like the shining, abilities possessed by Dan and, to a more powerful degree, Abra. The steam keeps the Knot from aging and enhances its members’ various supernatural abilities; but you don’t want to know the shocking consequences it faces for going too long without its steam-power.

There are several instances where King ratchets up suspense to almost unbearable levels and then lets the characters, and the reader, off the hook. Honesty, I expected a lot more deaths. Is he softening in his older years? Certainly not in a scene of the Knot torturing a boy for his steam. Despite having a sixth sense, the boy’s tricked into his doom as he shortcuts through a cornfield, heading home from baseball practice. As he cries out for his mother, King takes the scene far enough to not be forgotten for the rest of the book, but restrained enough to let our imagination punish us more than King does.

King’s also brutal in detailing the lifelong and legacy-bearing struggles of alcoholism. The author draws on apparent personal experiences with addiction and makes this the strongest element of the story: the tricks and trades of AA members, the powerful undercurrents of alcohol addiction, how it’s as worrisome an intruder as the supernatural elements of the story. For Dan to stand against formidable opponents—dead and alive—he needs to remain sober, but remaining sober means facing the fears and shame that drove him to drink in the first place.

The bond between Dan and Abra is excellent and instantly summons our dread for the terrors they face. Abra’s an expertly realized tween with an extraordinary gift.

If The Shining is essentially a three-act play of dread with four main characters isolated and confined to tight spaces, Doctor Sleep is a wide-open, multi-character, time-spanning follow-up that nevertheless evokes the era of the first book. King links the books with an assuredness of an old pro, setting me adrift on rippling prose that, from chapter to chapter, pushed me back into a story from my youth (redrum!), then pulled me again into its chilling present-day continuation.

 

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Quik Flix Hit — Summer Round-up

Monsters University (2013)

Rated G

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Disney/Pixar Animation

I’m growing disappointed in Pixar’s (Disney’s?) recent case of sequelitis. With an impressive run of original work—admirable not only for storytelling prowess, but for dedication to characters and CGI craft–it’s sad to see a recent spate of do-agains.

Bloghouse Still, I enjoyed Monsters University, a prequel to one of my favorite Pixar features. The latest film takes us back to the land of the monsters, at a time when Sully and Mike W. were rival college students.

I like the breeziness of the plot—a fraternity competition to determine the most fearsome frat on campus. The stakes are higher for young Sully and Mike, since their continued enrollment at the university depends upon a victory. Some old favorites are back—Randall!—albeit in younger form, and a new crop of scary-funny characters make the rounds.

It’s not as good as the original, lacking the freshness of the concept of a monster society and infinite doors that connect it to the human world, but it doesn’t embarrass itself and, like the original, finds space for warm touches of humanity (monsterity?).

While I’m not going to beef on the Toy Story movies (together they work as one great film), with Cars 2, it’s offshoot Planes, and a Finding Nemo sequel on the way, I’m longing for Pixar to get back to original work.

 

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Pacific Rim (2013)

Rated PG-13

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Warner Bros.

Through an interdimensional fissure deep within the Pacific Ocean emerge the Kaiju, massive monsters that lay waste to cities around the globe. And by massive, I mean these suckers can cradle the Statue of Liberty. By way of response, the world’s governments create Jaegers, equally massive robots to combat the Kaiju. And by massive, I mean these suckers can use a naval battleship as a baseball bat.

OK, right there: if that premise triggers eye-rolling, this isn’t the movie for you. If you’re in, though, this is a rockem-sockem giant monster feature that evokes the best of classic Japanese Kaiju movies (Godzilla, Mothra), while not taking itself too seriously.

Jaegers are operated by two human pilots who link minds to share the daunting burden of being mentally and physically jacked in to the machines. The linked minds allow shared personal experiences between the pilots, thus some level of character development. Our heroes are Raleigh and Mako, respective American and Japanese partners who quickly overcome differences and fears to effectively operate their Jaeger. Props to the screenwriters for allowing the Raleigh character (Charlie Hunnam) to sidestep the cliché of him being a bad boy with a bad attitude who needs to learn to be a team player. Too bad it doesn’t sidestep the cliché of the emotionally wounded heartthrob who must overcome his trauma to be the hero he is meant to be.

Edris Elba has a couple of strong scenes of dialogue as the leader of the Jaeger resistance (“Today, we are canceling the apocalypse!”), and great character actor Ron Pearlman (Hellboy), as usual, makes the most of his limited screen time as a black market dealer. Everything about this movie is big, and it’s big fun.

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The Wolverine (2013)

Rated PG-13

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Twentieth Century Fox

I like Hugh Jackman. I like the X-Men movie series, despite the fact that I’m having trouble these days seeing daylight between them. But the mutant-trying-to-cope-in-society trope is starting to show its gray hairs. Aside from the locale change (mostly in modern Japan), nothing seems particularly fresh here, but it’s dumb fun. I struggled to place this film within the proper timeframe of the ongoing series, but it doesn’t really matter. This was made to be a standalone picture featuring of one of the most popular X-Men characters.

Jackman’s great, whether he’s brooding over lost love, struggling with something close to immortality, or springing into action with those adamantium claws. A hand-to-claw fight atop a bullet train is the best sequence in the film.

If you’re a series fan, or will watch anything starring Jackman: See it.

Other summer movie reviews:

After Earth

Man of Steel

Upstream Color

Star Trek into Darkness

Iron Man 3

 

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Quik Flix Hit

After Earth (2013)

Rated PG-13

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Yes, it’s a project of hubris (Will Smith turned down Django Unchained for this?), and yes, director M. Night Shyamalan (The Sixth Sense, The Happening, The Last Airbender) is in a rut. Even so, After Earth isn’t all that bad. I wouldn’t measure it against the current crop of summer movies, but it’s one of those watchable flicks you stumble into while flipping through one of your hundreds of cable TV channels.

BloghouseIn the distant future, man has long ago departed earth for more hospitable climes. Nova Prime is our new home and Smith’s Cypher Raige is the leader of our peacekeeping Rangers. Rangers take on the S’krell, alien beings bent on our destruction. The S’krells hope to vanquish us with their vicious Ursa creatures which, though blind, can hunt by sensing fear. Cypher discovers how to defeat the Ursas by “ghosting,” which is a method of controlling one’s fears, thus becoming invisible to the creatures. He is legend. Now if only he could connect with his distant son Kitai (Jaden Smith), who strives to prove himself to himself and his doubting father.

Father and son each carry the burden of guilt over the loss of daughter/sister Senshi, who died defending young Kitai from an Ursa. So with the pieces in place, father and son are goaded by wife/mom Faia into using a Ranger training exercise as a bonding getaway. Things get bad when their spacecraft encounters an asteroid shower, worse when it crashes on quarantined earth, worse still when the captured Ursa brought along for training purposes escapes the wreaked vessel.

With the ship’s distress beacon flung miles from the scattered ship, and Cypher critically injured, it’s up to Kitai to traverse the hostile environment, with the Ursa on his tail, to retrieve the beacon. Can the son overcome his fears? Prove himself to dad? Avenge his sister?

Will Smith’s role in this is limited. This is a showpiece for his son. Jaden is serviceable, though he lacks his dad’s effortless charm and needs a few more laps around the acting track. To be fair, he’s younger than his dad was when Will got his start, and Jaden carries the burdens as well as benefits of nepotism. But he doesn’t embarrass himself and involved me in his plight. It’s a decent time-waster, but you can waste that time once it comes to TV.

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Quik Flix Hit

Man of Steel (2013)

Rated PG-13

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Warner Bros.

My parents took me to see Superman The Movie (1978) when I was about 10 years old. I’d seen movies in the theater before, but this was the first one to crystalize the movie-going experience for me. I remember the setup being a little slow, I remember young Clark Kent racing a train, I remember him being conflicted about his misunderstood powers, but I will never forget the first time Superman accepted The Bloghousehis destiny and took flight across my movie screen. Kids were standing on their seats cheering. I remember that. The “You’ll believe a man can fly” tagline was one of the best ever written. Even before I’d really learned to appreciate cinema, the special effects, the love story, the soaring John Williams score really made this a touchstone of my youth.

All of this to say that I obviously didn’t relive that experience with Man of Steel. How could I? I’m a grown man with children of my own who has seen every manner of impossible image brought to life by computers and Hollywood wizardry, to say nothing of all the superhero movies—including the Christopher Reeve sequels—that have come since that first film.

This is a good superhero film in an era of good superhero films. It tells its story with passion (some will say it takes itself too seriously), invested drama and big-summer action. The actors are tops: Amy Adams (Her)  as Lois Lane is aggressive, intelligent, professional but also tender. Kevin Costner’s fantastic in his brief but impactful scenes as Clark’s earth dad, reminding me of what I used to like about him. Russell Crowe brings his usual gravitas to Jor-El, Superman’s biological father, and gets more screen time than I expected. Michael Shannon, who specializes in intense characters, is excellent as General Zod, Superman’s main nemesis here. Zod is relentless, brutal, assured in his purpose (almost convincing me of his plight), with just enough complexity to steal most of his scenes. This new guy, Henry Cavill, is convincing as a dour Clark, a pride-gaining Kal-El and a blossoming Man of Steel. I like how he’s still learning to be Superman by the end of the film.

We’ve come a long way since the wire-work and green-screen wonderment of the original Superman. In this new movie there wasn’t a scene of action or flight or crumbling skyscraper that didn’t look totally believable. I really liked this film. And yet the experience was bittersweet, me wanting to feel as if I was having my mind blown away, but knowing the perfect storm of my youth, groundbreaking f/x, and the power of seeing the first comic book hero explode into life on the big screen would never be duplicated.

Side note: I would never minimized Williams’ iconic theme, but Hans Zimmer‘s new theme equally befits its era’s Superman.

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Quik Flix Hit

Video review

Upstream Color (2013)

Rated PG-13

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What a delicate film this is.

To be sure, weighty and absurd ideas are stacked upon each other, scene by scene, but underneath is a foundation so delicate you wonder how it can support this film. And yet it does.

The BloghouseOK, here we go: Women pick blue flowers growing near a great tree on a riverbank. A shady fellow buys these flowers and harvests grub worms from the soil of the plants. A chemical is extracted from the worms to create a potent drug that, depending on how you use it, can place you in synchronicity with the environment, can link your mind with that of another person who’s also on the drug, or can be wielded as an instrument of mind control.

The opening segments befuddle and intrigue as we observe—with sparse dialogue and music—the man as he worm-drugs a woman named Kris, takes her back to her own home and through mind control (and Henry David Thoreau’s Walden) encourages her to empty her bank accounts and give up personal belongings. He keeps her in this fugue, compliant state (for days? weeks?) while he bleeds her dry. Finally he packs up and leaves. Kris slowly comes back to what was once her reality starved, bruised, confused, jobless, penniless, shattered. Her world no longer makes sense, her mind and emotions are altered in a way that encourages viewers to acknowledge that reality can sometimes be a fragile, fleeting idea.

Just as we’re wrapping our minds around this segment, we’re introduced to a musician/pig farmer, credited as The Sampler, who calls Kris to him using his sound-recording devices like a pied piper. The Sampler removes a now much-larger worm from Kris and implants it into one of his pigs. From time to time the man tosses piglets into the river, which then float downstream to our tree from the beginning, where the piglets rot, freeing the worms from within, which become nutrients for the magic flowers the women come to pick.

Got that? We’re witnessing a life cycle, which Kris and many other unwitting victims—and their corresponding pigs!—are now a part of.

Another such victim is Jeff, who is drawn to Kris, perhaps because his pig couples with Kris’ pig back on the farm. They are two mind-scattered peas in a pod who can’t even discern whose memory is whose, even as they piece together the riddle of their lives, and fall in love.

You think I’ve told you too much of the plot; I think I’ve done you a favor. It took three viewings to piece this much together, as the story is told out of sequence, in fragments and largely with only sound and subtle cutting between related images, as dialogue is kept to a minimum. (The last 20 minutes, all the way to the credits, are dialogue-free.)

I think the director (Shane Carruth, whose debut microbudget, mind-frying time-travel flick Primer set the indie world on fire in 2004) wants to immerse the viewer in a sonic, wispy-image experience that approximates Kris and Jeff’s shattered and reforming mindsets. And maybe this approximates our truest selves: how we are merely a collection of our selective memories, which we figuratively hold tightly in our hands like a bunch of cards. This movie is about what happens when someone or something swats those cards to the ground and we have to pick them up again. I think that’s the foundation of this film.

I don’t know if I understood everything going on here, but this I know: I worked up quite a bit of empathy for Kris and Jeff’s plight and was deeply moved as I reflected that emotions and motives are still powerful even when untethered from the sanity of everyday life. By the finale, I found myself very satisfied by an ending that isn’t really as happy as it seems, once you think about it.

For days after I saw this it swam in my mind like a magical worm upending my notions of a conventional narrative love story.

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