Movie Review: The King's Speech

It must be hard to make a speech to an entire nation, but I imagine it's even more difficult to have to do it with a speech impediment. "The King's Speech" manages to bring history's most insecure king's struggle to life, one oblique angle at a time.

"The King's Speech" does the extraordinary by making British royalty both sympathetic and not at all boring. I guess people are just more interesting when they're facing total ruin from an evil foreign power.

For those who need to brush up on their history (like me), "The King's Speech" is a biography on King George VI (Colin Firth). It begins in the days when he was still Duke of York, to his rise to the throne in the wake of World War II.

George's path to power is blocked by his speech impediment, a problem which prevents him from speaking in public. So, his wife (Helena Bonham Carter) hires speech doctor Lionel Lougue (Geoffrey Rush) to help him get rid of his confining stutter. Throughout the years, Louge becomes both a doctor and a life coach to George.

That man playing the king is someone who has hopefully become a household name by now, because his acting ability is too good to ignore. Firth turns a character that might've been cold and unsympathetic into someone who is both warm and funny, a man who under his problems is radiating with personality and life.

Firth is also one of the most emotional actors working today, and Hollywood's best crier. I still remember that first scene in "A Single Man" when he breaks down into silent rage. Nobody knew anything about this character, but still, we wanted to cry with him.

As an actor, Firth does best when given as little to say as possible. Even in a film about the importance of rhetoric, Firth's silence is a dominating factor.

Not only is "The King's Speech" wonderfully acted, it's also wonderfully told. What could have been dated and stale historical nonfiction feels so alive and modern; the characters of the past feel as tangible and relatable as characters in the present would. The fantastic screenplay, written by David Seidler, brings fascinating historical depth and great moments of comic relief when needed.

The man who deserves the biggest praise for the success of "The King's Speech" is director Tom Hopper. The rookie British director directs like an old pro. It is both claustrophobic and emotionally shot. The best example of the superb directing would be that first scene. Everything from the way the camera is slightly tilted to how the frame is slightly blurred represent a nervous tension leading up to the opening speech. You could look at that, or the subtle imagery, like the way the microphone is placed in front of George's mouth to look almost like a muzzle, or a cage. The best directed films are the ones you have to look at with the keenest eye, and find the greatest little details.

"The King's Speech" is even better than the Oscar-begging period piece it appears to be. It will be raking in the Oscar nominations this year because it deserves it, and that is a rare find nowadays.

Movie Review: True Grit

"True Grit" begins like any other Coen Brothers movie: with a pretty image set to mysterious background narration. Is this going to be another typical Coen experience? Not exactly.

"True Grit," the rare western that actually takes place during the days of the wild west, is told in a fittingly traditional fashion. This is quite a radical departure for a pair of directors known for constantly pushing the storytelling envelope. However, that is part of the reason this film feels so interesting. Despite being a remake of an adaptation of a book, it still manages to remain unique.

I may not be the best person to review this movie, as I haven't seen the original version of "True Grit," nor have I read the book. Maybe that won't matter, as those who have seen the original film claims it has little to no resemblance to the latest version.

Regardless of the version, "True Grit" takes place in what looks like somewhere between Colorado and Montana in the late 1800s. Mattie Ross (Hailee Steinfeld) is a young girl looking to hunt down Tom Chaney (Josh Brolin), the man who ruthlessly killed her father. To pull this off, she hires Rooster Cogburn (Jeff Bridges), a one-eyed, former U.S. Marshall with a reputation for shooting things and chugging whiskey. Accompanying Cogburn for the kill is the often hot-headed, yet wise LaBoeuf (Matt Damon), who's name shouldn't be confused with the name of a certain actor from "Even Stevens."

But, I digress. While Cogburn and LaBoeuf set off to find Chaney, they reluctantly let Mattie join. What follows is a long journey through the American West that leads to much danger and self-discovery.

It is very easy to go ahead and dismiss "True Grit," as many others have been doing. Most say the Coen Brothers are capable of much better than this, and that is true. They are capable of making films that become cult classics, and others that go onto win Best Picture. "True Grit" will probably do neither. However, that doesn't stop it from being a solid, highly entertaining movie.

While "True Grit" wasn't as amazing a collaboration between the Coen Brothers and Jeff Bridges can be, it reminded me how much I missed the western genre. The genre hasn't necessarily died, it has just gone in a new direction, often telling tales that take place in the modern day (i.e. "No Country for Old Men," "The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada"). There hasn't been a truly great "old" western since "Unforgiven" in 1992. Perhaps the success could spur a much needed rebirth in the genre.

What I found interesting about "True Grit," something one would rarely see in a western outside of the 1960s, was some subtle commentary, or at least cognizance, of racism. There definitely wasn't supposed to be a big point made out of it, but it's good to see every once in a while the acknowledgment of Native Americans, and how poorly they were treated.

Despite how different this film is from other Coen Brothers films, this is unmistakably their film. There is that distinct focus on the landscape, highlighted by Roger Deakins's breathtaking cinematography. There is also that attention to the little details that distinguish them from all other filmmakers. This is one of the few westerns I've seen where the characters actually talk appropriately for the time period. Those accents may be impossible to understand, but a little historical accuracy never hurt anyone.

A great Coen movie is also about its characters. And that, "True Grit" has a lot of. Despite what the commercials will make you think, Rooster Cogburn isn't quite the main character. The film is really about Mattie Ross. Without the right actress, Ross could've just come off as whiny and annoying. But in her debut, Steinfeld nailed it. In a way, she resembles the performance of Hit-Girl in this year's "Kick-Ass": she is smarter and more skilled than her superiors but in a way, overcompensating for her young age. In a world full of illiterate southerners, her knowledge outshines everyone around her. She is this film's Marge Gunderson.

I'm sure though that the reason any devoted Coen Brothers fan saw this movie was for Jeff Bridges, seeing as the last time the directors and the actor collaborated, "The Big Lebowski" was created. "True Grit" lacks the wit and twisty intelligence "Lebowski" offers. Nonetheless, it proves that this is a collaboration that works. The directors have a certain vision in mind, and the actor follows it perfectly.

Bridges shows in "True Grit" that he is one of those actors that has gotten even better with age. In "True Grit," he shows what kind of performance he is most capable of: the outsider who is aware of his isolation from society, but celebrates it while ignoring all of his possible flaws. In his transition from Dude to Rooster, he trades joints for rolled up tobacco, and has no problem doing so.

Really the only performance I had any problem with in "True Grit" was that of Damon. He is usually a fine actor; one who is always watchable. However, it seems like here he was barely trying to pull of an accent. That is a shame, because when he gets into his roles, he can be truly extraordinary (see "The Informant").

I want to celebrate "True Grit" for what it is rather than what it isn't: an extremely solid piece of entertainment that may not outshine the rest of these directors' body of work, but certainly outshines many of its contemporaries. I am not going to forget "True Grit" for a few small things; like that little amazing scene when Mattie bravely crosses the river. It is also hard to forget the weird things, such as the man dressed in full bear costume, or the other man who communicates through farm animal sounds. Why were these things included in the film? Who knows. The best parts of any Coen Brothers film are the parts left unexplained.

How Arcade Fire Changed My Life This Year

"Grab your mother's keys we're leaving."

That is one of the lines from Arcade Fire's "The Suburbs" now engraved into my mind. I know this is usually a blog focusing on visual media, but it's impossible to pass up a band as revelatory as Arcade Fire.

Before this year, Arcade Fire was just another indie band. Maybe I was just listening to the hype, or maybe I had just listened to "Wake Up" too many times. Arcade Fire is more than that. They are the indie band that is too cool to be called indie. They are the quintessential alternative band of this era, and a remnant of great music from a time long ago.

Arcade Fire has remained in my mind all year for two reasons mainly. The first was their concert at Madison Square Garden, and the second was their latest album, "The Suburbs."

I have been to very few concerts, but Arcade Fire's will likely remain my favorite for the rest of my life (that is, unless, someone reincarnates Nico and gets her to perform again with The Velvet Underground). During it, the band came off as totally, totally not pretentious, and totally unchanged by their recent transition into mainstream fame. Win Butler even apologized and offered to start a song over after the drummer screwed up a beat.

During the concert, I also couldn't help but be impressed with the huge array of instruments in the band. While most bands will usually consist of a singer, a guitarist, a bassist, and a drummer, Arcade Fire has everything from the violin to the accordion. That is why their sounds is always so unique.

Then, there is their album "The Suburbs." For a while, I was still committed to "Funeral" and was entirely unconvinced that another album could knock it off as their best. After multiple listens, I was proven wrong. Anything that's truly worth it gets better after multiple viewings (same goes for the band's underrated sophomore effort, "Neon Bible").

"The Suburbs" is a marvel of an album for multiple reasons. One reason is simply how great every single song sounds. It's worth endless amounts of listens.

However, "The Suburbs" is better than the simple label of "good." That's because "The Suburbs" brings music back to a better time. While the music of today is focused on the popularity of singles, "The Suburbs" resembles a 1970s concept album. It's a little more like something Pink Floyd, David Bowie, or The Who might've produced rather than something you'd hear from, say, Katy Perry.

The concept album refers to an album that comes together in the end under one common theme or story. "The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust"chronicles the rise and fall of a musician from outer space (or something like that). In a more recent example, Radiohead's "OK Computer" comes together to express themes of modern alienation and striving to be different in a world that demands perfection.

"The Suburbs" may be even more than a concept album; it's a rock opera. It tells the story of Win and William Butler's time they spent growing up in suburban Texas. When listened to in order, it tells the story of lost youth aimlessly wasting time, looking to escape, and then appreciating all of their past experiences.

I might have connected so deeply with this album because it has reflected my own experiences wasting time and fighting boredom in American suburbia. Also, in its own unique way, "The Suburbs" is basically a movie. Altogether, it tells a story, and it must be taken in in order for it to be comprehended at the highest level. Sure, you could put it on shuffle, but "Empty Room" is not the same without listening to it seamlessly dissolve into "City With No Children."

Not only was "The Suburbs" the best album released this year (no disrespect, Kanye), but it is one I can site as having a major impact on how I process art. Listening to "The Suburbs" has trained me to listen to albums as a whole rather than in parts. Full, sequential stories can be even better than tiny parts that don't connect. Maybe this is why I've grown up to be a film critic.

Check out my first review of "The Suburbs."

Here are a few of my favorite Arcade Fire Songs:

"No Cars Go" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P77GfpzqDvQ

"Haiti" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwcaDvr8f1o

"Rebellion (Lies)" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CICIfCbw1nU&feature=related

"Rococo" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=az_2oiccZNo

"Neon Bible" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ia8K-fXXiUY

"Empty Room" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJIilmx-wGI

Movie Review: The Fighter

When "The Fighter" was first released, the common reaction was likely, "are you kidding? Another boxing movie?" If a director has the chutzpah to make a movie about a topic that has been explored to death, he better make something good. Since it's David O. Russell, the director of "Three Kings," then it must be worth our while.

"The Fighter" is the kind of entertainment that has a huge mass audience potential, yet its slow pace is made for those with patience. The film begins as a psuedo-documentary and switches between that and narrative format throughout. This film tells the true story of Mickey Ward (Mark Wahlberg), a struggling boxer from a rough neighborhood in Lowell, Massachusetts. His future career as a boxer is compromised by both his love for a beautiful bartender (Amy Adams) and his dysfunctional family, which includes his abusive mother (Melissa Leo) and his washed up, crack addicted brother, who is a former boxer (Christian Bale).

"The Fighter" is what one might consider a slow burner, for better or worse. It begins slow and at first doesn't seem to know quite which direction to take the story. It takes an extremely dramatic twist less than midway into the story for "The Fighter" to truly pick up steam. It goes from an average underdog story to something very different; something that is much more immediate and important than the typical Hollywood fable.

"The Fighter" also brings a new dimension to the now popular tough-and-from-Boston film. Coming off the heels of this year's "The Town" as well as "The Departed," "Gone Baby Gone," and "Good Will Hunting" of past years, Boston has become less of a city and more of a theme in the eye of the filmmaker. Growing up in Boston means being tied down to societal and familial constraints. The only way to escape these constraints comes through pursuing one's passion, whether that be solving math problems, robbing banks, or boxing.

While this is also one of the more realistic looks at crime and drug problems in the city, there is also a sense of warmth surrounding the characters unseen in most other Boston films. This can be seen mainly in that fantastic first scene, where Mickey and Dicky walk through the streets of Lowell and embrace everyone they see shows that in a way, everyone is looking to escape with Mickey. Everyone feels Mickey's quest is their quest as well.

Looking past a few small flaws, "The Fighter" is an example of how a few good performances can severely impact the course of a film. Wahlberg is a fine choice for Mickey. In fact, this could even be a bit of a personal role for him given his past in Boston as well as his troubles with family and the law. However, he is nothing truly special. He lacks that hilarious, nasty, and committed attitude that made his performance in "The Departed" so unforgettable.

The true strength of the ensemble lies in a few supporting characters. The ladies of the film bring much needed emotional depth to their roles. Adams is proving herself a fine young actress capable of even bigger roles while Leo shows she is always more than capable of playing troubled, lower class mothers.

The real soul, the real strength of the film, lies totally in the performance of Christian Bale. It is weird to think he is even a supporting character, given how much of the story relies on him, and how he dominates every scene he is in and makes you forget the story is really about Mickey Ward. I could tell from the film's very first shot that his performance was going to be something special. Like Natalie Portman in "Black Swan," Bale acts with his entire body. With his googly eyes, shaky arms, and salamander-like body, he is the sad embodiment of drug addiction. Bale makes Dicky fast-talking, funny, and sad. He starts the story as someone we look at and pity, but by the end, he has truly earned his redemption.

What is most interesting about Bale's style of method acting, most similar to De Niro in his glory days, is that he is always acting. A common habit for an actor when they are in a shot where they don't talk is to just sit silently, and stare. Bale however, doesn't end his drug-addled fidgeting. I could probably spend an entire review talking about Bale's acting, but there is actually a whole movie here to still talk about. So let's just say this: Bale has earned this year's Best Supporting Actor statue.

What Bale's performance shows is the potential energy and excitement surrounding the story that "The Fighter" is ultimately able to embody. "The Fighter" is the story of the unlikely coming true. Director David O. Russell, who also made the Gulf War parable "Three Kings" highly plausible (and still relevant), succeeds at this task admirably. Scenes like the one where the characters walk through the streets, as mentioned earlier, show the uplifting potential of such depressing material. Not to mention, the boxing scenes are shot in a televised style, capturing the excitement of watching a match live. It also creates a strange, yet effective, detachment from the actual violence happening onscreen.

"The Fighter" is a film that shows that what is ultimately most important is not what a film is about, but how it is about. There are only so many stories to be told so the same old stories might as well be told in new, innovative ways.

The struggle of the boxer has been captured so many times that it can't possibly be interesting anymore. However, David O. Russell makes the right choice and takes a page out of the "Raging Bull" handbook of how to make a good sports film and barely focuses on the actual sport itself. The sport is less of a sport and more of a means for the characters to express themselves in some way, either to release energy, or overcome adversity. The title of "The Fighter" does not suggest someone fighting for a title, but rather someone fighting merely to stay alive.

Tommy Wiseau: Persistence is Everything

Tommy Wiseau is the auteur no one ever asked for, and the one no one ever wants to go away. Not because he actually displays any sort of artistic merit, but because he is just always here.

For those of you unfamiliar, Tommy Wiseau came out of nowhere and released a movie called "The Room." Like any enduring cinematic classic, "The Room" was largely ignored upon initial release. Years later, it gained much popularity and a huge cult following once audiences started to realize it was one of the most awful, laughably implausible movies ever made.

"The Room" looks like it was shot for six dollars, despite having a budget of $6 million, and the dialogue sounds like it was created by someone who does not have any understanding at all of the English language.

Today, "Room" lovers were given another reason to live: Wiseau plans to release "The Room" in 3D. Yes, that means the horrifyingly long sex scenes will be given an extra dimension. Here's an upgrade no one asked for, but we will (somewhat) thankfully be receiving. Wiseau also plans to release the film in Blu-Ray. To that he might say, "oh, hi technology!"

Now, as someone who has openly railed against 3D on various occasions, I am strangely excited for this. As an unapologetic "Room" fan, I am always excited to see what shocking heights of awfulness Wiseau is capable of. We saw another glance of what other possible stories he could produce, when the vampire short film "The House that Drips Blood on Alex" was released online earlier this year.

Not only will "The Room" be treated to two new formats, but Wiseau also plans to release a clothing line. That's right; he's even taking over the garment industry now. I have a good feeling that the 3D won't look so great, the Blu-Ray features will just make the movie even more confusing, and his clothes will likely lack a basic necessity like buttons, or fabric.

Yet, despite the complete lack of talent, it is almost impossible to ever hate this man. Why? Because when the world tells him he's as bad as Ed Wood, he doesn't back down. When people tell him he can't speak English, he just keeps speaking. He will never give up his unique, eccentric personality. There is nothing Tommy Wiseau can't do right, but that doesn't mean he is going to ever stop doing it. And that is why "The Room" is a cinematic masterpiece, and Tommy Wiseau is its auteur. Bring on the 3D.

For More Information on Wiseau's Latest Developments, Read On

And of course...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b64ZK7KDfTQ

Movie Review: Black Swan

There's a good reason that I've shied away from dance recitals my entire life. To a boy growing up in the 2000s, they just seemed cold, dull, and snobbish. Well, anything can seem that way until you literally rip the curtains down and see what happens backstage.

Here comes "Black Swan." This film doesn't just rip open the big red curtains, it tears them down and cuts them into shreds. This is Darren Aronofsky's second attempt to turn an eccentric sporting event into a dark art and in that, he is a success.

"Black Swan," like another recently acclaimed movie, "127 Hours," is a one man show. Actually, let's make that a one woman show. To explain the true plot of "Black Swan" I would probably have to kill you, but it's worth a shot. Nina Sayers (Natalie Portman) is a tightly wound, overly perfect ballerina looking to land the leading role in her company's production of "Swan Lake." Her struggles and desires soon turn into a creepy, deadly obsession and a major rivalry between a new dancer (Mila Kunis).

Mere plot summary does no justice in describing the story of "Black Swan." Perhaps the best way to put it is that the whole film feels a little like a documentary filmmaker was sent to cover a production of "Swan Lake," and accidentally released a demon backstage. Yes, this film contains the eerie combo of being both realist and surrealist psychological thriller. The handheld cameras make "Black Swan" the perfect documentary of the mind, putting the audience directly into Nina's point of view. This helps make her delusional state of mind all the more believable.

Aronofsky's talent for psychological thrillers stems from his films "Pi" and "Requiem for a Dream," where he explored characters on downward spirals thanks to obsession. Next came "The Wrestler," where he gave audiences a poignant and realistic look at the life of a professional wrestler trying to make a comeback. "Black Swan" can be seen as the culmination of Aronofsky's current career, as it mixes elements from all of those films. What really distinguishes Aronofsky from all other directors working today is no matter how well known his films get, he never lets go of that home grown feeling.

Aronofsky makes ballet not only interesting but also quite morbid. The fascinating process of watching a ballerina break in her dancing shoes brought only foot binding to mind.

If the world was a perfect place, then Portman would become Aronofsky's muse, and they would work together on every movie. Yet, it doesn't seem like Portman truly needed help to achieve the best performance of her career; she had it in her all along. While some might act with their words or their facial expressions, Portman acts with her entire body. She makes her character constantly act like she is in a ballet: using every little movement of the legs or arms to describe joy or pain.

Most importantly, Portman invests so much emotional effort into Nina that we actually care about her trip into utter insanity. She acts uptight when she needs to, and loose when her character finally begins to relax. Even when Nina seems so on top of her game, there is always an underlying layer of fragility and weakness. She makes the repeatedly played "Swan Lake" score all the more haunting during her shocking transformation. She also leaves true intentions and events totally ambiguous.

That is part of the beauty of "Black Swan": ambiguity. "Black Swan" may or may not contain so many hidden meanings. The film partly encompasses a story about how societal pressures and expectations can hold us back and keep us in a child-like state. It is about what happens when we let go of our insecurities and inhibitions and just dance. It also covers ground of deception, manipulation, and the essence of creating a work of art.

The essential part of a film is the feeling it leaves you with in the end. In a good film, you know the feeling. A great film leaves the viewer with so many emotions that one simply can't be chosen. At the end of say, "Chinatown," I felt like I had just watched a small puppy be beaten in front of me. More recently, the conclusion of "127 Hours" made me feel so overwhelmed and newly appreciative at the subtle greatness of living.

Once the credits rolled for "Black Swan," it felt as if a mad scientist had rewired my brain and made every emotion indistinguishable. I walked out angry, I walked out enthralled. A strange, new possibility of alternate reality had just been so convincingly presented.

In the end, "Black Swan" towers above its contemporaries for making an old twist kind of story really unique. This is the rare psychological thriller that doesn't try to be artsy; it just wants to tell a good story. Aronofsky doesn't want "Black Swan" to be some giant cliche, as the film's main goal is to penetrate the true nature of both storytelling, and in effect filmmaking, itself. In the same way Nina turns her life into the life of the Black Swan, so does Aronofsky in turning the story of his film into "Swan Lake." When one is creating a work of art, one must become it.

If You Liked This Movie, You'll Also Like: Pi, Requiem for a Dream, The Wrestler, Rosemary's Baby, Carrie, District 9, American Beauty, Mulholland Dr., Eraserhead