In the sharply tuned rom-dram-com Crazy, Stupid, Love (currently on Blu-ray and DVD) our sad sap of a hero Cal Weaver (Steve Carell) remarks – while lamenting the disintegration of his marriage after his wife (Julianne Moore) reveals she’s been cheating – that no one ever seems to use the word “cuckold” any more. But that’s what he is. A cuckold.
In Alexander Payne’s shockingly bleak and depressing dram-dram-com The Descendants (currently in theaters) Matt King (George Clooney) is a cuckold, too, only his cheating wife is left in a coma after a freak accident.
Both films feature nice, good-hearted, middle-aged guys desperately trying to hold their families together and feature kids in uncomfortable situations…but Crazy, Stupid, Love mines for laughs while The Descendants mines for gold (Oscar gold). Continue reading →
Hey, Ryan Gosling! Here’s the scoop, friend. You’re a low-rent stunt driver for Hollywood. When not flipping over cars, you’re working in a body shop for that old guy (Bryan Cranston) who’s helped you out like you were his own son. You moonlight for criminals (giving them five minutes and five minutes only) driving getaway cars under strict rules that keep your record clean.
In step some shady characters looking to invest in drag racing. There’s the Jewish Pizza shop guy (Ron Perlman – thuggishly good) and Mr. Money Bags (Albert Brooks – slow to menace). Hey, slow down, here’s the deal. The old guy builds and sells them a custom car – and, that’s right – you just might get to be the driver. This might be your ticket out!
But then you meet a swell gal (Carey Mulligan – cute as a button and donning a hairstyle that would fit Naomi Watts circa Mulholland Drive) who turns out to be your neighbor, a waitress, and single mom to a neat kid (Kaden Leos) who knows a bad guy when he sees ’em. Turns out her hubbie (Oscar Isaac) is in jail. Just as she’s gettin’ all sweet on ya, he gets out. But guess what? He’s actually a nice guy just hard on his luck. You wanna be his friend – for her – for the kid’s sake.
Your new friend has some bad guys after him – looking to shake him down for protection they gave him while in the slammer. Continue reading →
Stephen Dorff and Elle Fanning share some nice moments in Sofia Coppola's SOMEWHERE.
Somewhere out there a great film awaits Sofia Coppola. In some parallel universe she’s directing a masterpiece. But not here. Not yet.
Somewhere is a film that just is what it is…which is a film about nothing. Even in interviews, the oft-maligned auteur admits in no uncertain terms that the film is really about nothing. It’s just about the mood…the moment. And like all of Sofia Coppola’s films, it grows on you as it languidly progresses. You get used to the cadence and the ennui, the repetitive imagery, the sometimes uncomfortably sustained shots (oh, imagine what she could do with neo-noir or psychological horror) that ultimately signify the vapid nature of isolating stardom and luxury. And when the bored movie star (Stephen Dorff, scruffy but agreeable) is temporarily interrupted from his nothingness by his bright and mostly cheery young daughter (Elle Fanning), you get a muted fuzzy feeling, melancholy somewhat, and little bits of humor, embarrassment and do-nothingness fun contribute to a glazed, dreamy atmosphere where you like what you see, you get the feeling, and the mood is alright, baby. But there’s nothing there.
Which brings me to this…which I touched on in some recent exchanges at Jason Marshall’s excellent Movies over Matter blog and have decided to elaborate on here:
Sofia! Stop writing your own scripts! I know, in the brutal irony of the biz, you won an Oscar for your writing…but you are a natural-born director. With your screenplays you are stuck going around in circles just like your main character’s Ferrari in the opening shot of your new film. In the end, he’s driving in a straight line seemingly getting as far away from Hollywood as he can. I hope that is symbolic of you doing the same thing. Continue reading →