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Monday, February 23, 2015

Burning Questions From The 2015 Oscars




Well, here we go again. Let's get on with it. My reaction to the show, in question form.

Didn't the stage setup actually look kind of cool this year with all the Oscar statues?

Were you worried some of them might attack?

NPH didn't waste any time with his "best and whitest" joke did he?

Tough room, huh?

Does Oprah's mere presence guarantee the Oscar host will be in for a rough night?

Shouldn't we ask David Letterman?

Isn't Jack Black looking more and more like late career Orson Welles?

Looking at that stone-faced audience, is it any wonder no one ever wants to host this thing?


Wasn't J.K. Simmons right about calling (NOT texting) your parents?

If he screamed it in character as Terence Fletcher, then would you listen?

Didn't everyone just know The Grand Budapest Hotel would handily clean up in technical categories? 

Need we even ask if the show's rushing or dragging?

Don't you wish Adam Levine would sing just a little higher?

Why not bring out Keira Knightley to join him?

Why not show clips from Begin Again in the background?

Did they really shorten that song or what?

Playing winners off already?

How about NPH's poorly timed wardrobe joke after documentary short co-winner Dana Perry spoke about her son's suicide?

Were Seth MacFarlane, Anne Hathaway and James Franco off somewhere secretly breathing sighs of relief?

Was that proof this telecast can destroy anyone?

Wasn't the "Everything is Awesome" performance awesome?

Could Oprah look any happier receiving her Lego Oscar?


Can you blame her?

Was it the only time she smiled all night?

Where's Tommy Lee Jones when you need him?

Is Glen Campbell's "I'm Not Gonna Miss You" the saddest song ever?  

Was the Birdman spoof funnier a day earlier on the Independent Spirit Awards?

But wasn't Miles Teller on drums a clever touch?

Are you hoping NPH was paid well for this?

Like how they grouped the Best Picture clips together to "save time?"

How many of you were able to accurately predict those two sound categories (and miss most everything else) like I did?

Can The Rock host the show next year?

Did Twitter nearly explode with Joker and Jesus references when Jared Leto came up to present?

Did Patricia Arquette turn that podium into her pulpit or what?

Wouldn't Marlon Brando be proud?


Did you see how excited the "underpaid " Meryl Streep was? 

Wasn't it nice to see someone in the audience excited about SOMETHING?

Does "rushing or dragging" accurately describe the ongoing battle between the winners and orchestra?

Did you notice the crowd was completely emotionless, pissed at NPH, or crying throughout the entire show?

Has a room ever taken itself as seriously?

Wasn't that a classy, simple In Memoriam intro from Streep?

Were you relieved they decided to turn off audience sound down on the death montage this year?

Wait, where was Joan Rivers?!!!

Wasn't Rivers' entire brand synonymous with the Oscars?

Do we really need a musical performance either before, during or after the montage?

Was Whiplash's editing win well deserved or what?

Have I ever been happier to get a category wrong?

Didn't NPH's "for some treason" joke explaining Edward Snowden's absence deserve a bigger laugh?

Or ANY laugh at all from this humorless audience? 

Did the surprise wins for Big Hero 6 and Interstellar ruin everyone's scorecard for the night?


Even if it got twice the time as the other nominated songs, wasn't Common and John Legend's performance of "Glory" the high point of the night?

Glom Gazingo?

Wasn't NPH right about John Travolta's excessive face touching of Idina Menzel?

And as hilariously comfortable as that was to watch, wasn't it a great idea to pair them up to present?

Doesn't he more closely resemble Glom Gazingo than John Travolta at this point?

Can we at least give him credit for being what so few in that audience were...a good sport?

Who better embodies the spirit of The Sound of Music than Lady Gaga?

Were you hoping she'd come out with The Muppets?

Even with the knowledge she's talented, didn't she sing that shockingly well? 

Weren't we too late in the broadcast and too spent to even care?

Did you hear the uncontrollable audience laughter at Julie Andrews saying the name "Lady Gaga?"

How about Terrence Howard getting emotional over introducing The Imitation Game?

Wouldn't it be great if every presenter cared that much?

Eddie Murphy... again?

Were you worried Eddie Murphy would refuse to read the nominees and signal for a commercial break?

Was this show longer than SNL 40?


Did having the new Batman present Best Director give away a Birdman win?

Did Inarritu really just talk about balls and "little pricks" in his acceptance speech?

As disappointing as his loss was, isn't it still great that Michael Keaton's officially
back?

Doesn't Eddie Redmayne's wife look like a cross between Evan Rachel Wood and Saoirse Ronan?

Did that make it even more difficult to root for him against Keaton?

Has anyone (other than Cuba Gooding Jr. and Anne Hathaway) ever looked happier to win an Oscar?

Was he channeling his Jupiter Ascending character for a second there? 

Was Julianne Moore played up to the stage by a theme song from an 80's sitcom?

Is that really Still Alice's score (please say yes)?

If it is, should I see that film immediately?

Will the show close with NPH singing the love theme to Still Alice?

Am I the only one who thought his gag with the predictions was funny?

Was Sean Penn's Best Picture announcement the most offensive since Jack Nicholson uttered the words "And the Oscar goes to...Crash" in 2006?


Is Birdman the strangest film in recent memory (or ever?) to win Best Picture?

Isn't it weird that was the conventional, consensus pick? 

Isn't it even weirder Academy members voted for it because it's about "show business?"

Isn't that kind of the last thing it's about?

Is it the film that can break the Best Picture winner's curse and age well?

Isn't it inevitable NPH will be unfairly blamed for whatever went wrong on the show?

Doesn't this telecast confirm that the problems with the Oscars go far beyond whoever is chosen to host?

Do we even need a host?

How long until those online articles start popping up calling for a complete overhaul of the show?

Aside from Carell, Streep, Cumberbatch, Knightley, Keaton and a few others, can we maybe replace the audience next year?

Will I ever learn to stop tinkering with my predictions right up until the start of the show? 

Friday, February 20, 2015

2015 Oscar Predictions



Whether or not anyone wants to admit it, the Oscars still mean something. In TV, the ultimate goal isn't an Emmy or Golden Globe, but ratings and critical success. In music, the endgame is still album sales rather than winning the Grammy, which is decreasing in value with each passing year. But no matter how ridiculous the awards race gets, the Oscar still hold value as the "be all, end all" of the industry. Films are even made and released for the specific purpose of winning one, sparing us what would be an entire calendar year's worth of blockbuster popcorn franchise movies. Complain as we might about the quality or number of films selected, the snubs, or hurl often groundless accusations at its voters, the Academy still serves an important function. And at the end of the day, I'm grateful for them. While dissecting and criticizing their choices is fun, there's no doubt they serve as a guidepost, highlighting overlooked films the general public may have missed. So that in mind, I'm really looking forward to Sunday night. 

For the first time since doing this, I've seen and reviewed all the nominees for Best Picture. Whether this will hurt or help remains to be seen. What would I like to see win? Without a doubt, Whiplash. No film moved or transported me as much all year, with writer/director Damien Chazelle holding me in the palm of his hands with his technical virtuosity. It was akin to watching a championship fight unfold onscreen between a great pair of adversaries and performers in Miles Teller and J.K. Simmons, complete with a shocking climax that cements it as the best nominated picture about musical obsession since Amadeus. Nothing would make me happier than seeing that cast and crew onstage clutching the gold man, but without a director nomination, it's a real long shot. My hope is that this nomination and Simmons' inevitably deserved Supporting Actor win brings this overachieving indie the attention it may not have otherwise gotten.

Instead, it's down to wire between Boyhood and Birdman, with another potential Picture/Director split on the horizon. While last year I managed to accurately predict all but two categories to set a personal record, this will be far tougher and maybe the biggest test yet of my Oscar prognosticating skills. And that's a good thing. You don't want predictability. Below are my calls for all the categories, along with some accompanying analysis for the big races. As usual, I'm reserving the right to make adjustments to these up until the start of the show. 

*Predicted Winners               

*Updated 2/22/15

Best Picture
American Sniper
Birdman
Boyhood
The Grand Budapest Hotel
The Imitation Game
Selma
The Theory of Everything
Whiplash


*A category so close it even tops last year's horse race between Gravity and 12 Years a Slave. With all their baggage, Selma and American Sniper cancel each other out and I wouldn't be disappointed to never hear a word about either again after this. Sniper's box office does make it a threat, but like Selma, it's lack of a director nod hurts its chances. Tied for the most number of nominations, if any movie is sweeping in for an upset it's probably The Grand Budapest Hotel, closely followed by The Imitation Game, which fits the template of past B.P. winners to a tee. And both have director nods, so that helps. The Theory of Everything has no chance, its inclusion only serving the purpose of pushing Redmayne toward a Best Actor win. This leaves Whiplash, which might be the only film here everyone agrees that they love. And it has that all important editing nomination. That's big, but it's still missing that Director nomination. If it were up to me this would take it, but it's not, and it won't.  

Birdman? Boyhood? Birdhood? Boyman? It's come down to this. All recent statistics and precursors point to a Birdman victory, but conventional wisdom says that even if it's a movie that's (kind of) about movies, it's too weird and experimental to take home the big prize. Also, why doesn't it have an editing nomination? That could be a red flag. Boyhood is the type of life-affirming journey the Academy loves to reward, with the added bonus that Linklater accomplished something truly unique and progressive with how it was made. Unfortunately, few saw it and some who did can't get past what they think is merely a "gimmick." Of these two admittedly great films, I prefer Boyhood, which leaves a more lasting impact. But that doesn't mean voters agree. Whichever way they go, it's a win-win.   

Best Director
Wes Anderson, The Grand Budapest Hotel
Alejandro González Iñárritu, Birdman
Richard Linklater, Boyhood 
Morten Tyldum, The Imitation Game
Bennett Miller, Foxcatcher

*A two-man race. We can eliminate Bennett Miller whose Foxcatcher should have been nominated for Best Picture but wasn't. Wes Anderson finally got in, and in voters' minds that'll be enough for now. Nothing about Tyldum's direction of The Imitation Game necessarily stands out enough to push him through, and that's coming from someone who loves the film. Whether you pick Birdman or Boyhood for Picture, it's quite possible the opposite result will occur here. Linklater's more widely liked and feels "due" regardless of the Best Picture result, but Iñárritu's more respected. The biggest snub in this category? Not DuVernay or Eastwood, but Chazelle for Whiplash.

Best Actor
Steve Carell, Foxcatcher
Bradley Cooper, American Sniper
Benedict Cumberbatch, The Imitation Game
Michael Keaton, Birdman
Eddie Redmayne, The Theory of Everything

*Another two-man race. Cumberbatch actually had a real shot at one time, but he just didn't get out there enough to campaign and now he's fallen way behind. When people think of American Sniper, the first thing that comes to mind isn't Bradley Cooper (as good as he was), but the controversy and how much money it made. Some doubted Carell would even make it in so his nod is reward enough. As much as it pains me to say it, they'll give it to Redmayne over Keaton, continuing the long-running joke of the Academy always rewarding actors for playing real-life figures with disabilities. He's the safer, more universal choice so we know how this ends up. But in a strange way, by honoring him they're actually doing the performance a disservice  In all fairness, I admire Redmayne's work, but boy will it sting seeing one of my favorite actors come all the way back, only to fall just short of an Oscar. Birdman could conceivably win Best Picture while Keaton loses. Here's hoping I'm wrong.   

Best Actress
Marion Cotillard, Two Days, One Night
Felicity Jones, The Theory of Everything
Julianne Moore, Still Alice
Rosamund Pike, Gone Girl
Reese Witherspoon, Wild

*Or as it's better known, "The Julianne Moore Lifetime Achievement Award." Sadly, it's amazing Rosamund Pike even got in given how Gone Girl was snubbed across the board. Felicity Jones was great, but yet again, she's only here to prop up a Redmayne win. I want either Reese Witherspoon or Marion Cotillard to take this and I haven't even seen their films yet, which lets you know much I respect both. But it doesn't matter since Julianne Moore had the statue shipped to her house months ago. It's probably on her mantle right now, engraved and everything. Here the Academy gets to honor another one of their long standing traditions by giving out a "make-up" Oscar for a criminally overdue performer. Moore is a particularly egregious example, as she could have won at least four or five times already for superior work. But no complaints here since there's no denying she deserves it. 
 
Best Supporting Actor
Robert Duvall, The Judge
Ethan Hawke, Boyhood
Edward Norton, Birdman
Mark Ruffalo, Foxcatcher
J.K. Simmons, Whiplash

*The best performance of the year in my favorite film of the year, and the biggest lock of the night, emerging as the clearest certainty in this category since Heath Ledger won in 2009. There's hardly any sense even discussing the chances of the remaining contenders, of which Duvall stands out as the least likely to pull off an upset. But as great as the work Hawke, Norton and Ruffalo (who I'm thrilled got in) delivered in their respective films, none stand a chance. If you had to pick a spoiler, it would probably be Norton but it's not even a conversation worth having. The unstoppable Simmons has it in the bag, but that won't make it any less satisfying when it happens. That this is such a landslide in an amazingly strong category speaks to just how great his work is.


Best Supporting Actress
Patricia Arquette, Boyhood

Laura Dern, Wild
Keira Knightley, The Imitation Game
Emma Stone, Birdman
Meryl Streep, Into The Woods

*This is a big opportunity to reward Boyhood since it's still a big question mark just how much it will be honored elsewhere. In a category that's prone to upsets, don't expect one this year. Knightley doesn't really belong here, the requisite Streep nomination is becoming a joke at this point and Dern's inclusion was a welcome surprise. It's Birdman vs. Boyhood again and Arquette's walking away with it. Still, I wouldn't completely count out the far-fetched possibility Emma Stone's name is called, even if it seems a little early in her career for such a win. But if any category's known for that, it's this one. Still, this is Patricia Arquette's to lose and she won't, as most recognize she gave the performance of her life in Boyhood, carrying that film on her shoulders all the way through. Behind Best Actress and Supporting Actor, this is the third surest lock of the night.   

Best Adapted Screenplay
Damien Chazelle, Whiplash
Jason Hall, American Sniper
Graham Moore, The Imitation Game
Anthony McCarten, The Theory of Everything
Paul Thomas Anderson, Inherent Vice

*This might be the only category where it could reasonably go to anything, except maybe American Sniper, which rightly or wrongly has become a lightning rod for controversy due to its hedging of facts. Will they go for the screenplay that takes the fewest liberties with a true story or veer off in an entirely different direction by giving it to Inherent Vice or Whiplash? Adapting a Pynchon novel is impossible and given the Academy's penchant for constantly honoring Tarantino in this category, the similarly rebellious and idiosyncratic Anderson seems like the next logical step. All the confusion concerning whether Chazelle's Whiplash script qualifies an adapted or original screenplay could actually help it. Why would they go out of their way to include it (and at Gone Girl's expense no less) unless it stood a good chance? But they'll go for The Imitation Game because it's best received and prestigious entry here and will likely be shut out everywhere else.  

Best Original Screenplay
Wes Anderson and Hugo Guinness, The Grand Budapest Hotel 

E. Max Frye and Dan Futterman, Foxcatcher
Dan Gilroy, Nightcrawler
Alejandro González Iñárritu, Nicolás Giacobone, Alexander Dinelaris Jr, Armando Bo, Birdman
Richard Linklater, Boyhood

*As beloved as Boyhood and Birdman are, both films are perceived as being more improvised than written and the scripts aren't considered highlights of either. They're director and actor showcases that will be recognized as such in those catgories. It's a legitimate thrill that Gilroy's clever, timely Nightcrawler script made it in and in a perfect world it would have a great chance of upsetting. But, alas, it won't. More controversy, this time in the form of Foxcatcher playing fast and loose with facts, will spoil whatever shot it had. Besides its inevitably strong showing in the technical categories, this is where The Grand Budapest Hotel makes its presence known. Wes Anderson, snubbed as he's been in the past, is understandably always a fixture in the writing category. And now that the Academy has fully embraced him for his most warmly received and commercially successful effort yet, he'll be riding to the stage on that “homemade bicycle made of antique tuba parts.”

Best Animated Feature
Big Hero 6
The Boxtrolls
How To Train Your Dragon 2
Song of the Sea
The Tale of Princess Kaguya


Best Documentary Feature
CITIZENFOUR

Last Days In Vietnam
Virunga
Finding Vivian Maier
The Salt of the Earth


Best Original Song
"Everything is Awesome," The Lego Movie
"Glory," Selma
"I’m Not Gonna Miss You," Glen Campbell: I’ll Be Me
"Lost Stars," Begin Again
"Grateful," Beyond the Lights

Best Film Editing 
American Sniper
Boyhood
The Imitation Game
Whiplash 
The Grand Budapest Hotel

Best Cinematography
Emmanuel Lubezki, Birdman

Ryszard Lenczewski and Łukasz Żal, Ida
Dick Pope, Mr. Turner
Robert D. Yeoman, The Grand Budapest Hotel
Roger Deakins, Unbroken

Best Costume Design
Colleen Atwood, Into The Woods
Milena Canonero, The Grand Budapest Hotel 
Jacqueline Durran, Mr. Turner
Anna B. Sheppard, Maleficent
Mark Bridges, Inherent Vice

Best Production Design
The Grand Budapest Hotel

The Imitation Game
Interstellar
Into The Woods
Mr. Turner

Best Animated Short
The Bigger Picture
The Dam Keeper
Feast

Me and My Moulton
A Single Life


Best Live Action Short
Aya
Boogaloo and Graham
The Phone Call

Butter Lamp
Parvaneh


Best Documentary Short
Crisis Hotline: Veterans Press 1
Joanna

Our Curse
The Reaper (La Parka)
White Earth


Best Sound Editing
American Sniper

The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies
Interstellar
Birdman
Unbroken


Best Sound Mixing
American Sniper
Birdman
Interstellar
Unbroken
Whiplash

Best Visual Effects
Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Dawn of the Planet of the Apes
Guardians of the Galaxy
Interstellar
X-Men: Days of Future Past

Best Foreign Language Film
Ida (Poland)
Leviathan (Russia)
Tangerines (Estonia)
Timbuktu (Mauritania)
Wild Tales (Argentina)

Best Makeup and Hairstyling
Foxcatcher
The Grand Budapest Hotel
Guardians of the Galaxy

Best Original Score
Alexandre Desplat, The Grand Budapest Hotel 
Alexandre Desplat, The Imitation Game
 Johann Johannsson, The Theory of Everything
 Hans Zimmer, Interstellar
Gary Yershon, Mr. Turner

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Whiplash



Director: Damien Chazelle
Starring: Miles Teller, J.K. Simmons, Paul Reiser, Melissa Benoist, Austin Stowell, Nate Lang, Chris Mulkey, Jayson Blair
Running Time: 106 min.
Rating: R

★★★★ (out of ★★★★)

        ***SPOILER WARNING: THIS REVIEW DISCUSSES MAJOR PLOT POINTS IN WHIPLASH, INCLUDING THE ENDING***

"There are no two words in the English language more harmful than good job."

Whiplash audiences will undoubtedly be split into two groups: Those who find its shocking final minutes uplifting and inspirational, cementing the film as a motivational story of being pushed to become the very best in the face of insurmountable pressure. And others who will view it as a tragedy that warns of the dangers of walking too close to the edge of greatness, and the personal cost and sacrifice that often comes with it. Neither interpretation is necessarily incorrect since second-time director Damien Chazelle drops it all on our laps, our reactions revealing just as much about the viewer as it does the actual film.

After the credits roll it takes a couple of minutes to take a breath and process what's happened, until realizing you've been had. Not tricked or manipulated, but taken on the same exhilarating ride as the protagonist, down an organic, inevitable path we were as complicit in following as he the entire time. The thrilling crescendo is a brave, jaw-dropping sequence that pulls the rug right out from under us, presenting the harsh reality of what this film's really about while posing important questions audiences can ponder indefinitely. Everyone will have a different answers.

The ideas Chazelle presents here aren't ones I can ever recall being addressed in a movie, or at least never like this. The contemplation of whether emotionally traumatic experiences make us stronger or weaker is fertile ground and the mentor-student relationship is rarely explored at levels this complicated or confrontational. Executed within the claustrophobic confines of a psychologically tense thriller and a moving coming-of-age story, it turns the viewer into an active participant, on edge and anxiety-ridden over the developing situation. And at its center are two incredible performances backed by a powerful, jazz-infused soundtrack. Despite concerns it strikes such a nerve that it could be too draining or uncomfortable to even experience again, it's too well performed, written and directed for anyone to deprive themselves of multiple viewings.

Andrew Neiman (Miles Teller) is a 19-year-old jazz drummer accepted into the top-ranked Shaffer Conservatory in Manhattan where he's starting his fall semester. He spends most of his free time practicing, aspiring to become one of the drumming greats like Buddy Rich, to whom he frequently listens for inspiration. Andrew's dedication and skill catch the eye of renowned Shaffer conductor Terence Fletcher (J.K. Simmons), who holds a surprise audition that results in him joining his exclusive studio band. But it's clear early that Fletcher's instructional methods seem more in line with Full Metal Jacket's Gunnery Sergeant Hartman than a teacher at a prestigious music school. Screaming, cursing, throwing chairs and sometimes even physically assaulting his students, we're never quite sure if he's really this nuts or this is his plan, attempting to draw their best by motivating through fear and abuse.

Fletcher's favorite target is Andrew and we're not sure whether it's that he actually senses potential greatness in him or just smells weakness and needs to pounce. It's the potential promise of the former that keeps Andrew coming back, even as Fletcher uses that drive and desire to manipulate him, dangling a carrot of approval he'll never give and pushing him past his breaking point. It's approval he also doesn't get from his own family and a satisfaction he still can't even feel from being with his new girlfriend. He has to be the best. But what's the cost?

Hearts pound and pulses race when the clock hits 9 AM and the bald-headed, intimidating Fletcher, clad in all black, marches through the door and immediately starts in with the verbal abuse, terrorizing his students. He has huge outbursts, but the tenser and more quotable moments are found in the small, subtle jabs that make that make them feel three feet tall. There's this impending sense of doom and dread in every scene as the band plays, unsure when he's going to cut in and what he's going to say or do when that happens. With its emphasis on perfection and precision, music is the perfect outlet for a authoritarian personality like his, allowing him to pick apart every mistake, no matter how small. And still green as a freshman, Andrew makes many.

While it's frightening and deliriously entertaining to watch Simmons so thoroughly disappear into the skin of someone like this, what's most impressive is how he finds the shading to play him as a complicated person instead of the one-dimensional monster he could have so easily come across as. In the non-classroom scenes, he plays him as almost a regular (at times even empathetic) guy who hugs a friend, jokes around with a kid, strikes up meaningful personal conversations with Andrew and at one point mourns the passing of a former student. We're left wondering whether these are crocodile tears, but I'm speculating they're not. Fletcher does probably care, but for entirely different reasons and not in the same way most people would. He mourns only the loss of talent. What Simmons' work and Chazelle's script bring to Fletcher is this entire persona he puts on when he enters the classroom, almost as if it's his stage.

Those fleeting moments outside the classroom are what offer real psychological insight into Fletcher's philosophy, to the point where we can almost even understand where he's coming from.  One such conversation with Andrew results in that controversial quote above, cutting to the crux of the film and going a long way toward explaining his character's motivations. While the obvious comparison point to Simmons' turn is R. Lee Ermey's aforementioned drill instructor in Full Metal Jacket or maybe even John Houseman's law professor in The Paper Chase, even those performances don't carry the complexity and nuance his does here. Rarely has the Best Supporting Actor Oscar been this locked up, to the point that even announcing the winner feels like a formality.

Given Andrew's people pleasing personality and hang-ups, it's easy to see why he'd continue coming back to Fletcher for more, despite all the abuse. Miles Teller, who's often compared to a young John Cusack, usually lends an effortlessly easygoing and likable presence to his characters that's part goofy and confident, while also conveying an underdog quality of someone not yet comfortable in their own skin. Watching his journey is legitimately being put in the shoes of someone to which most can relate, with Simmons' performance becoming only that much stronger because of who's on the other end of it, and vice versa.

At first Andrew's a victim, but eventually his tolerance of it makes him an accessory, the obsession with being the best clouding his judgment of how much he can withstand. His dad Jim (Paul Reiser) is a failed novelist turned teacher who obviously cares deeply for his son, but this kind encouragement isn't going to push him to where he wants to be. A family dinner in which the other Neiman boys' accomplishments are thrown in his face only reinforces that. Besides feeling in need of a strong male role model, he's also at the crucial stage of his life where as much as he fears Fletcher, the idea of "failure" (as society defines it) scares him more.

Andrew could have gotten out of this at any time but doesn't. He keeps coming back for more, in search of approval he'll never get as he inches closer to the deep end. After finally gaining the confidence to ask out a pretty girl who works at the movie theater he frequents with his dad, he's again torn between who he is and eventually wants to be. Glee actress Melissa Benoist has only a few brief scenes as Andrew's girlfriend Nicole, but it's the unforgettable break-up that leaves the largest impression, revealing her as the true collateral damage of his obsession with greatness. Recalling the infamous bar scene that opened The Social Network, Andrew just talks and talks, unaware of the pain he's inflicting with each word. As a devastating mixture of sadness, anger and disbelief wash over her eyes, he keeps saying all the wrong things, pushing her away and moving even further from the Andrew we knew at the beginning of the film. Now fully consumed with becoming the best jazz drummer in the world, everyone else is just dead weight.  Even if he manages to mend his fractured family relationships, there won't be another Nicole.

Is there a line? Can you go too far?  In Fletcher's world you can never push someone hard enough if they want to be the best, which is a philosophy that fails to acknowledge that different talents respond differently. But according to him, those who can't cut it  weren't talented enough to begin with. Andrew gets to a place many have been, regardless of situation or circumstance, traveling so deep down the rabbit hole that he can't step back and assess how far this whole thing has gone. He may yet turn into a legendary drummer, but the envelope keeps getting pushed in terms of how much physical stress he can take (you'll be shocked how far the film goes in this regard) and how long Fletcher can get away with this without professional repercussions. For a little while there, we think Andrew has this epiphany, until Chazelle sets us up for the ultimate knockout blow.

It's in the final ten minutes that Andrew literally sheds his blood, sweat and tears pounding on the skins like never before to enter a performance zone neither he or Fletcher had anticipated was possible. Well, maybe Fletcher did. He delivers a chilling reveal at the beginning of the scene that jump starts the film's ride into masterpiece territory and all we can do is just nervously hang on, anticipating the outcome. He eventually gets what he wanted out of Andrew, confirming his methods pushed the student further than his perceived capabilities, into the realm of greatness. Was he right the entire time? Was this whole thing his plan? They both "win," seemingly extracting exactly what they wanted from each other, but the true long-term effects are yet to be measured.

Chazelle isn't condoning or condemning Fletcher's tactics since that's for us to decide. And this isn't a message movie. But it does speak volumes that at Andrew's lowest, most humiliating point he runs from the arms of his caring father right back to his tormentor, as the film transforms into a kind of educational Stockholm syndrome. And the look of awe on Paul Reiser's face conveys the many differing interpretations of this finale, as his son, if only momentarily, seems to earn the respect and approval of his abusive mentor. When Andrew hits that last drumbeat as we simultaneously cut to black, the film brilliantly withholds the key to solving its puzzle: His future. It's the ultimate twist because it literally redefines the idea of one, deflecting all the responsibility onto audiences attempting to decipher it.

Adapted from his own short film and as tight and carefully constructed as the jazz compositions you'll now likely be hearing in your nightmares, Chazelle accomplishes through kinetic editing and breakneck direction, an achievement that transcends its modest indie roots to become something truly great and universal. He creates a world in which it doesn't matter whether the events taking place could actually happen, because within the confines of this environment, they do. All the ideas and human complications Whiplash touches on are real, with its 106 minutes flashing by in what seems like an instant. It's not just a great film and the finest in a very strong year, but a twisted personality test that leaves you emotionally exhausted and physically spent. 

Thursday, January 15, 2015

2015 Oscar Nominations (Reaction and Analysis)


For the first time in Academy history all 24 categories were announced this morning for the 2015 Oscars, with J.J. Abrams and Alfonso Cuaron handling duties for the technical awards while Academy President Cheryl Boone Isaacs and Chris Pine read off the "major" categories. I liked this new approach since it builds suspense for the Best Picture reveal while giving air time to deserved, but often overlooked (and almost always difficult to pronounce) names in less publicized categories. If anything, it was nice not having to go hunting online in search of who was nominated in editing or cinematography for a change. Hopefully they continue with this, even if you had to feel for them having to continuously announce Birdman's FULL title for each of its 9 nods (tying The Grand Budapest Hotel for the most). But for fans of the film, and Michael Keaton, they were just happy to get the news. It all went off without a hitch, at least until Isaacs mispronounced Mr. Turner cinematographer Dick Pope's name as "Dick Poop." But I'm guessing he'll be too elated over his surprise nomination to hold a serious grudge.

There are only maybe one or two developments that came out of this I'd consider shocking, with a couple mini surprises sprinkled about here and here. It mostly went as expected, even when it came to a couple of the snubs, if you can call them that. "Overlooked" is probably the better word to describe most of the morning's exclusions. As we approach the big show on Sunday, February 22nd, it's looking more and more like I'll have seen and possibly even reviewed all the Best Picture nominees in contention, which would be a first.
 With Boyhood, Birdman, The Theory of Everything and The Grand Budapest Hotel already in the books and a huge Whiplash review coming within the week, I'm at least halfway there. The latter two are definitely bringing up the rear with Boyhood out in front as my favorite, at least for now. Just as I have no real problems with any of these nominees, I'm suspecting very few will complain with longtime consensus choice and fan favorite Neil Patrick Harris hosting the telecast. It's likely the only objection to be raised is why he wasn't picked to do this sooner. Here's my rundown of the big newsmaking items to come out of the nominations:

-8 Best Picture nominees. That's one less than usual and the least amount since this whole "anywhere from 5 to 9" nominee system was instituted in 2011 in response to the backlash of having way too many at 10. Any reduction is fine by me since the choices have gotten increasingly ridiculous and pointless with more slots to fill and the knowledge that whichever film doesn't get in for director can't usually win (bizarre Argo situation excluded).

-American Sniper's inclusion was a surprise, although it was recently surging to the point that this could have been predicted. Same goes for The Grand Budapest Hotel, but that traveled quite a distance from the beginning of last year to make it. I like it, but think it's far from Wes Anderson's best and a questionable nominee in the category. Still, it probably needs a second viewing from me.

-Selma gets in but David Oyelowo misses out on the Best Actor nod, as does Ava Duvernay for Best Director. But this movie was losing steam from the get-go, with the LBJ controversy and what not. It's lucky it even made it in at all.

-Would have replaced either Budapest or The Theory of Everything with Foxcatcher in a heartbeat but I'm glad Bennett Miller made the cut for Director since he was in jeopardy.

-We can now type the phrase "Oscar-nominated director Wes Anderson."

-The Imitation Game director Morten Tyldum becomes the Tom Hooper of this year's Oscar race. Minus the win.

-Voters went for Steve Carell despite rumors he'd be snubbed in favor of Nightcrawler's Jake Gyllenhaal. But in hindsight it makes sense given their history. If they didn't nominate Brad Pitt for Fight Club or Christian Bale for American Psycho, they won't start honoring cool anti-hero performances now. Real-life hated figures are more up their alley, especially when played by comedians donning prosthetic noses.

-Bradley Cooper riding that American Sniper wave to his third straight (!) nomination.

-It's not much of a surprise Marion Cotillard got in for Two Days, One Night. Or much of a surprise that she would get in for anything she does.

-Jennifer Aniston was not "snubbed." If she somehow got in for Cake (a movie few have seen or heard of) I would have been shocked. While Best Actress is admittedly one of the thinner categories this year, it's not THAT thin.

-The LEGO Movie not nominated in Animated Category. Okay, now that's a shock. You even heard the justifiable gasps in the auditorium during that one. Not sure what happened here other than maybe the voters were put off by the animation style. Was the script too subversive? But even that doesn't make sense. I'm grasping at straws here.

-Not much of a showing for Gone Girl, which is a shame. No Picture, no Fincher, no Reznor and Ross for Score and no cinematography acknowledgment. Worst of all, Gillian Flynn's screenplay goes unnoticed. How?  But at least Rosamund Pike's in and NPH is hosting. So there's that.

-Supporting Actor and Actress went almost exactly as expected, with one notable exception: Laura Dern for Wild. While I'm sure most would rather that surprise slot go to Rene Russo for Nightcrawler (actress comeback of the year), Dern is universally beloved within the industry so that explains that.  

-Ruffalo nominated for Foxcatcher!

-"Lost Stars" from Begin Again makes it in for Best Original Song!

-Very good news that Paul Thomas Anderson at least nabbed a Best Adapted Screenplay nod for Inherent Vice, even if I have my doubts at to whether he'll win. It almost makes up for the Gone Girl omission. 

-Whiplash questionably included as an adapted rather than original screenplay because it was "adapted" (or more accurately expanded) by writer/director Damien Chazelle from his own short film. That doesn't make much sense, but a nomination is a nomination and it earned 5 of them, including Best Picture. I'll keep my poker face on since I'll have a whole lot to say about the film soon enough.

-Strong Original Screenplay category with both Foxcatcher and Nightcrawler thankfully making the cut alongside Birdman, Boyhood and The Grand Budapest Hotel, the latter of which you could actually make a case for being adapted.

-Worst snub: Roger Ebert: Life Itself  for Best Documentary. I guess they really don't like film critics, or at least movies about them. The Academy messed up there.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

The Best (and Worst) Movie Posters of 2014


Well, here's a first. Before even completing my list of the year's best movie posters, the eventual number one selection was already ordered and hanging on my wall. And for only the second time since doing this, my poster choice for the top spot is from a film that took a critical and commercial drubbing, with its one-sheet likely to be the only aspect of the production that's fondly remembered years from now. But at least that's something. Unlike reviewing movies, in which thoughts and feelings can waver over time, spotting a great movie poster is closer to love at first sight for me. It's obvious when all the design elements and advertising creativity converge to create a perfect storm.

Just as it was for film, 2014 was an unmistakably great year for posters, with any the runners-up easily capable of sliding into one of the top ten slots. By now, you probably have a good idea what I'm looking for and how my tastes lean, very often preferring actual artwork and retro designs to photoshopped slickness. And boy does this year's top choice ever reflect that, ingeniously conveying the the film's theme with an unforgettable image. Stare at that instead of some the year's worst for proof that movie poster art is far from dead. Just a reminder that only official, studio released movie posters qualify so no alternative designs are eligible. And as usual, all images courtesy of Impawards.com.

The Best...    

10. The One I Love


The low-budget indie The One I Love (currently streaming on Netflix) is the third film released this year that covers a scenario I can't talk about in fear of giving too much away. It's all literally and figuratively "reflected" in this one-sheet, which we may as well call a painting since that's exactly what it is. And a very good one that artistically captures Elisabeth Moss and Mark Duplass to an almost alarming degree. In fact, it looks more like them than they do. In a genre-bending rom-com that's all about the images we present to each other, this approach couldn't have been more fitting. Digging the giant white typeface and the subtle adjustment to Duplass' reflection and Moss should probably send royalty checks to this artist for the rest of her life. While I'm still on the fence about the bizarre film, I know exactly how I feel about its poster.   


9. Palo Alto


John Hughes would be proud. With a throwback quality that recalls 80's teen classics like Pretty in Pink or Sixteen Candles, anyone who saw Gia Coppola's adaptation of James Franco's collection of short stories would know, for better or worse, just how big a departure this film is from movies like that. They're not even orbiting the same planet, which makes the choice of poster art especially ironic and inspired, not to mention mesmerizing to look at. Emma Roberts, who definitely wasn't bad in the film, might actually be delivering a better performance on this poster. I don't dislike the film as much as others do, but you can still add it to the list of movies creatively surpassed by their advertising, perhaps promising a more fulfilling, contemplative effort than was eventually delivered. If done well, I'm also a big fan of borders framing an image, as you'll see many more times below.


8. Whiplash

 
While this Brazilian Whiplash one-sheet is the only foreign poster to make the cut it's important to express my admiration for the official U.S. theatrical version (see runners-up below) that embraces the lost art of creatively incorporating an abundance of review blurbs onto a poster. But even that can't compare to this, in which Miles Teller's drumming prodigy finds himself being pushed to the edge. Between the tan border sharply contrasting with the bright orange background and the black and white image of the protagonist walking the drumstick, this is not only one of the most stylistically sharp and simplistic posters of the year, but one of the most eye-catching. There's a similar international version but the border takes up too much space and the color scheme just isn't as interesting. This also has a throwback 70's feel to it the other can't replicate. If this doesn't get you pumped to see the film, nothing will.    

7. Inherent Vice


There were a number of neon-infused posters to choose from for Paul Thomas Anderson's Inherent Vice, including the now seemingly iconic teaser with the woman's legs. Taken as a set (see below), this was easily the strongest poster series of 2014, but this Doc Sportello-focused character piece is the most memorable and unique design of the bunch. From afar it's easy to mistake it for a giant, rainbow colored psychedelic snow cone but a closer look reveals just how much of the movie's craziness it captures. And that's coming from someone who hasn't even seen it yet. Those who have pretty much describe it as feeling exactly how this looks: Insane. Joaquin Phoenix looking stoned, dumbfounded or both. Katherine Waterston striking that killer pose. Sailboats. Josh Brolin looking humorless. Hey, is that Owen Wilson playing a sax? And how about that neon, which looks supremely cool against the worn, distressed charcoal colored background. If the film's even half as good as this poster promises, I'm in for a wild ride.

6. Enemy (Choice of Three)






While there was one clear standout amongst the Inherent Vice set, Enemy had three one-sheets so stellar it would be a crime to leave any off the top ten so I'm cheating. Between this and Nightcrawler I'd probably name it the slightly superior Gyllenhaal film of the two, with an accompanying poster campaign that does a great job reflecting the duality theme at the mysterious story's center. We have the old vase and faces visual trick, but with a key and spider importantly substituted, as mild-mannered college professor Adam stares down his movie actor doppelganger, Anthony. The first, and some would argue best, poster released featured the Toronto skyline sprouting out of Gyllenhaal's head with the ominous spider hovering above. But my favorite is probably the old school playing card-style teaser, which again highlights the benefits of a tan border against a bright background. And I really like how the giant red type and illustration and disintegrating blank faces give it a classic book cover feel.

5. Blue Ruin


Can we just pause a second to admire just how cool and original this poster is? There really nothing like it visually and you definitely couldn't imagine a better single image introducing one of 2014's most overlooked gems to audiences still unaware of its existence. Kind of disgusting, but oddly appropriate, we're given the excellent rendering of actor Macon Blair's reluctant and often downright frightened vigilante, Dwight. He's a man out for revenge with little idea how he'll obtain it. This poster is what he envisions happening to him if he continues along the path he feels is his moral obligation to take. This blueish green hue isn't a color combo we're used to seeing on a poster, making the whole package really jump out at you, while the blown off skin nearly sells the meditative revenge thriller as a horror movie. For those who've seen it, that's not exactly false advertising.


4. Nightcrawler


Max Headroom meets Bright Lights, Big City in this inspired one-sheet for Dan Gilroy's cult classic-in-waiting, Nightcrawler. It's becoming increasingly difficult to come up with fresh ideas for plastering an actor's giant face on a poster to the point that you can almost hear the groans when each new one is released. Solving that problem here is an uncomfortable close-up of Gyllenhaal's videographer sociopath Louis Bloom that's as unnerving for viewers as the character and film. There's something really classic about this design that let's you know the movie means business and while L.A. arguably functions as the co-lead in the film, the treatment it gets on the poster is more in line with how Lou sees it. Full of money, ambition and opportunity. There's no missing the well placed bright yellow title, as well as the great tag line in white. Whoever cam up with the idea to give this a textured, out of focus look should get a raise. That's what takes the poster over the top. If 2014 truly was the year of Gyllenhaal, then this was its logo. 

3. Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)


As thrilling as it was witnessing the Michael Keaton's comeback this year, we also got his prominent return in movie poster form with a one-sheet that not only brilliantly captures the actor, but the weirdness of the film itself. From the extremely odd positioning of the credits and titles to Birdman himself sitting atop Riggan Thomson's head, this approach was a relief for those who feared the print advertising for this oddball gem would go a more predictable route and maybe spoof superhero posters. Of all the contenders on this list, it's the easiest to see hanging in a study or TV room because of its portrait quality while the shading on Keaton is eerily reminiscent of those Shepard Fairey Obama "Hope" posters without thankfully going in that overused direction. The green and brown combo looks great but what takes it to the next level is how well Riggan's inner plight is incorporated, as the specter of his former role hangs over his head.

 
2. Under The Skin


Putting aside my feelings on the actual film (which I do plan to eventually revisit), this would probably be named the best poster in just about any other year but this. And having seen it lit up outside a theater, I can assure you it looks even more incredible in person. Imagine knowing nothing about the film and then seeing this. Besides the bizarre rainbow-colored depiction of Scarlett's face against the black, constellation-filled sky, the choice of the white border surrounding it creates a kind of juxtaposition we hardly ever see on a poster. Even the blue title treatment, which at first glance doesn't look like much, is perfectly symmetrical and beautifully presented, with the bottom of the words subtly sliding "under" the border below. And because of how it's worked in hovering above her head, that five-star quote actually means something and draws you in. A movie as difficult and challenging as Under The Skin is an impossible sell but design power Kellerhouse captured its otherworldy weirdness while also promising something a bit deeper than what ended up on screen. Scratch that repeat viewing. I'd much rather stare at this poster for two hours.


1. Men, Women and Children


Who thought I'd be this happy seeing everyone bury their heads in their phones? Where to even begin in discussing all the elements at play in making BLT Communications' teaser for Jason Reitman's Men, Women and Children the year's timeliest and most timeless poster, straddling the line between two eras in a beautiful design that brilliantly conveys the film's theme. First, we have the jarring incorporation of a modern day texting crowd into an image that appears to have been lifted straight out of a 1970's magazine ad. And it doesn't feel like a recreation either. It looks like the real thing, borrowing heavily from some of the best art of that period. Mad Men recently had the market cornered with their Brian Sanders and Milton Glaser tributes, but the concept of the retro homage has never before been executed as well as this.

The observation that we've unplugged from the world and each other isn't anything revelatory, but the style in which it's visually depicted here opens our eyes to it in a fresh way that's quite moving. And notice how despite being boxed in and smothered by a sea of digital humanity, it's the two young people making the only physical or emotional connection of any kind. Having not yet seen the film, I have no idea who these characters (played by Ansel Elgort and Kaitlyn Dever) are, but ALREADY care about them. The rest of them are so busy on their phones that they're partially obscuring the title! This clever use of space and positioning isn't something you see every day on a poster. From there it almost becomes a game of spot the star (Jennifer Garner,Adam Sandler, Dean Norris, J.K. Simmons) with impeccably rendered versions of the actors close enough in likeness to look realistic, yet also far enough to qualify as abstract.

Typically bright colors are completely faded out to draw our attention to the flesh-colored, aqua wearing couple in the center. Topping it off is the pitch-perfect tagline: "Discover Little You Know About The People You Know." Imagine the film living up to this poster, or even just being half as good. From what I'm hearing it isn't, but I'm almost afraid to find out since I really don't need anything messing with this perfect image in my mind. It's too just depressing to consider this was the ad campaign for a creative failure. A masterpiece in creative design, the one-sheet for Men, Women and Children leaves all the other 2014 posters in the dust.     


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And The Worst...


It seems as if Johnny Depp's a permanent fixture on this worst list every year and I think I've finally figured it out. For a big movie star, his face is just really boring to look at, at least the way it's being presented on these posters. He's one of the worst possible subjects for this kind of  treatment because he looks exactly the same on every one. Blank. Half-digitized or not, this is so uninspired I'm falling asleep just looking at it.



...Continuing on. You can dress him up all you want. Put him in a ridiculous costume. Even give him a fake mustache, an ascot and dye his hair. You can even put some really ugly wallpaper in the background for effect. Nothing seems to work.



The scariest poster this year isn't for a horror movie, but for Paddington. With its creepy, dead eyes this is seriously terrifying and a long way off from the adorable bear we knew and loved. Every child (and parent) in America is probably now too traumatized to see this. Here's hoping they do better with Charlie Brown.



Another year, another Adam Sandler entry in this category. There were a number of terrible one-sheets for Blended, but how can anyone not pick Sandler riding an ostrich as the absolute worst? It's Adam Sandler. Riding an ostrich. The kids seem to be looking at something, but I'm not sure what. Airbrushed and photoshopped to death, even by the lowest Hollywood standards. 




Okay, so it's technically no worse than any other Nic Cage movie poster but it just had to be included for the sheer laziness. In the end though, does it matter? Anyone wanting to check this Kirk Cameron remake out for Crazy Cage probably won't be convinced or dissuaded by the advertising. The man and his hair is front and center, as it should be. With a digitized apocalypse raging in the background. Wait, is that Jordin Sparks?


Speaking of Kirk Cameron. He's arrived to"Put Christ Back in Christmas," in case you haven't heard. And he's wielding a candy cane. And a crystal ball. The only movie on here I'm kind of afraid to see, or at least would be if there were any plans to. Would make an interesting double feature with the Left Behind remake. It does look a little busy though.


"From the creator of Mad Men." Just plastering those words across a blank page would have been a better design choice than this, which is not only a photoshopped insult to three talented actors but a slap in the face to a guy who created one of the greatest achievements in TV. The skeptic in me thinks this was an intentional attempt to further bury a movie the studio didn't want. They also went through many different title incarnations before settling on this bland and poorly punctuated one. What's with the rooster?



Sorry, I have nothing. There are no words. 



Your regularly scheduled feature tonight, The Other Woman, starring Cameron Diaz, Leslie Mann and Kate Upton, has been preempted by an uproarious new comedy in which a woman's cartoon leg comes to life, ruining the dating lives of her two roommates. It's the best mix of live-action and animation since Who Framed Roger Rabbit.



A superhero movie and/or big blockbuster CGI spectacle is usually a fixture in this category so here's the latter. But who could have guessed it would look this low-rent? I know the movie had a big budget but something must have been left over for this. Gives new meaning to the term "cut and paste."



Brie, you know I'm a  huge fan but you have a car coming out of your dress and that Miami sunset design really needs to go. But the funniest thing is how none of this depicts the "One Man, Two Lives" tagline. What two lives? Everything looks the same. That also looks more like a 1997 promotional shot of Dirk Diggler than any recent image of Wahlberg. Based off this Direct-to-DVD design, Goodman seems to be the sole highlight. But supposedly, this remake of the 1974 crime drama starring James Caan isn't quite as bad as expected, or at least better than the poster. I'd sure hope so.