Thursday, February 19, 2009

The Oscars: The (Predicted) Winners List

Best Picture: Slumdog Millionaire
Best Director: Danny Boyle, Slumdog Millionaire
Best Actor: Mickey Rouke, The Wrestler
Best Actress: Kate Winslet, The Reader
Best Supporting Actor: Heath Ledger, The Dark Knight
Best Supporting Actress: Penelope Cruz, Vicky Cristina Barcelona
Best Original Screenplay: Milk
Best Adapted Screenplay: Slumdog Millionaire
Best Animated Feature: WALL-E
Best Editing: Slumdog Millionaire
Best Cinematography: Slumdog Millionaire
Best Art Direction: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Best Costume Design: The Duchess
Best Makeup: The Dark Knight
Best Original Score: Slumdog Millionaire
Best Original Song: Jai Ho
Best Achievement in Sound: WALL-E
Best Achievement in Sound Editing: The Dark Knight
Best Visual Effects: The Dark Knight
Best Foreign Film: Waltz with Bashir
Best Documentary: Man on Wire

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Oscars: Who Got Robbed

Josh Brolin: “W.”

Sure, he deserved to be nominated for his creepy turn as Harvey Milk’s assassin, Dan White, but his best performance of the year was as former commander-in-chief George W. Bush. Brolin’s performance was more than just an imitation; it was a re-creation. Brolin brought out all of the small mannerisms of Bush from his Texas accent to the way he moves his hands. Most importantly, he brought a surprising layer of sympathy; portraying him as something deeper than just a man famous for uttering “is our children learning?”

“The Wrestler” By Bruce Springstein

 Some say that music can make a movie. In “The Wrestler,” this song, that played over the closing credits, encapsulated the entire movie in about three minutes. It’s a beautiful song about redemption that should have been a shoo-in in the Best Song category. For now, Springsteen will just have to live with his Golden Globe, victorious Super Bowl halftime show, and the Oscar he won in 1993.

"Vicky Cristina Barcelona"  

Despite approaching his mid 70s, Woody Allen still manages to make at least two movies a year. “Vicky Christina”’s story about two different kinds of love paid close attention to character and balanced a sense of humor without overdoing the drama. For achieving this, the “Annie Hall” scribe should’ve earned his 15th Best Screenplay nomination.

"Gran Torino" 

Now, this is just perplexing. At the age of 78, Eastwood makes one of the best films of his career, and the Academy totally overlooks it. "Torino" is similar in theme to "Unforgiven" and "Million Dollar Baby" as it tells the story of a man coming to terms with old age and the idea of death looming around the corner. Eastwood deserved a nomination for his grunt filled performance as well as his dark directing, and the screenplay deserved a nod as well for managing to turn a dark concept into something surprisingly funny.

 The Songs of "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" 

A few months ago, I wrote a For Your Consideration column for the songs of "Sarah Marshall": "Inside of You," "Do Something," and "Dracula's Lament." Of course, the Academy didn't listen. These three hilarious songs are easily the most singable of any original song in a movie this year, and "Inside of You" even manages to outwit "J**z In My Pants" in ridiculous sexual innuendos. The Academy has never been too nice towards comedies. However, this year they were nice enough to recognize "Tropic Thunder." Why couldn't they go a little further and nominate another great example of comedy. I mean, there are still two empty spots in the Best Song category. Why keep them vacant?



Sunday, February 15, 2009

The "Saturday Night Live" Experience: A Night in the Cold

This weekend, I was lucky enough to attend "Saturday Night Live." Yes, I waited for an entire night in brutal cold weather so I could see a two hour show. Was it worth it? Despite a few poor sketches, yes it was.
The host was Alec Baldwin. The musical guest was (blech) Jonas Brothers. It was a night to remember. It wasn't just the show that was great, but the events that surrounded it.
SNL doesn't give out tickets to most long before the show starts. The only way to get in is to wait on a standby line all night Friday night until they hand out passes at 7 am. You then come back that night and if you're lucky enough, you get in. I was lucky enough.
But before we get to the show, lets back it up. This was the kind of event that was worth waiting in line on a freezing winter night all night long for. The bitter cold was warmed up by many surprise guest appearances outside. Keith Olbermann and Rachel Maddow walked by. Both stopped for a few minutes to talk. Maddow joked about her lack of makeup, while Olbermann wished us good luck. The usually angry Olbermann was surprisingly mild-mannered. Earlier in the night, the legendary Tom Brokaw stood about five feet away from me, and Brian Williams ran by as well. 
But the real best appearances were from the people who were the reason I was there. Lorne Michaels, the genius who started SNL 34 years ago, came by. Twice. The first time, he was so impressed with our shouts and cheers to him, that he sent out some chefs to bring us out hot soup. It was his way of saying thank you for waiting all night. What a nice guy. He came by again later. Even though he was in a hurry, he still stopped for a few moments to sign autographs and take a picture. At some point, I also encountered newcomer Abby Elliot (probably best known for her hilarious Angelina Jolie impression) and Bill Hader. Hader spoke with us for a few minutes. He answered questions and took photos. He was somewhat awkward yet lively and kind. Those five minutes with him certainly were not enough.
Well, onto the show itself. I did not go to the live show, but rather the dress rehearsal. In fact this might've been even better. I was able to see a few good sketches that were cut from the live show. Also, Michaela Watkins performance as the obnoxious blogger was much funnier in the dress rehearsal. In the dress rehearsal, she was much more serious while in the live show, she was on the verge of hysterical laughter and breaking character.
The show itself was mixed, yet overall hilarious. The cold open left me feeling a little cold, but the rest of the show went uphill from there. I am still no fan of Jonas Brothers,  but their performances in their two sketches managed to be quite funny. Their Digital Short nearly stole the show. I still hate Jonas Brothers as musicians, but it is good to see that they can take and make a joke about themselves. It shows that they are not only funny, but human too. 
Other highlights of the show included the Wii sketch, the TV land/Vincent Price parody, and a Sarah McLachlan/dog commercial skit that didn't make it to the live show.
Maybe what was so great about going to SNL was seeing how it all works. Seeing how quickly they have to get everything together before the commercial break ends. Hating on SNL has become a popular practice nowadays. However, people don't give the cast/crew of SNL enough credit. Doing what they do every week is probably the hardest job on Earth. Getting out of costume that quickly seems like a nearly impossible feat, but somehow they pull it off. Sometimes of course, it doesn't turn out that well. But that's what SNL is, it's a hit-or-miss sketch comedy show. When a sketch is a hit, it's classic. When a sketch is a miss, it's painful. But just being in the audience, with Kristen Wiig and Alec Baldwin within shouting distance, it felt like every skit was a hit. And that whole two hour moment, was classic. 

Will "Parks & Recreation" Be Good?


Simply: Amy Poehler+Greg Daniels ("The Office")+Mockumentary Style+Small Town America Satire=Yes. Good


Sunday, February 8, 2009

Seth Meyers: Criticizing Hypocrisy Done Right

For the past few days, I've thought about writing a post in defense of Michael Phelps and the whole "I smoked marijuana once for God's sakes I'm just a kid scandal." Instead I'm just going to let Seth Meyers say everything I've been thinking. Meyers isn't always the best actor, but when it comes to delivering punchlines, he does it like no other on "Saturday Night Live" today. His "Really?!?" segment on Weekend Update feels a little half-empty without Amy anymore, but last night, he still managed to deliver the goods. Mainly, by dissing out everyone making a fuss about those photos of Michael Phelps smoking a bong. There wasn't enough anger toward Elisabeth Hasselback's tirades against Phelps, but I digress. Meyers's observations that Kellog, who recently dropped Phelps as a spokesperson, have the characters of a bunch of elves who live in trees and think of new things to put cheese on is like stoner heaven, was genius. But, Meyers deserved a standing ovation for this line:
"If you're at a party and you see Michael Phelps smoking a bong and you're first thought isn't 'wow I get to party with Michael Phelps' and instead you take a picture and sell it to a tabloid you should take a long look in the mirror because you're a dick. I mean really."
Zing. Why haven't more people besides "SNL" decided to stand up for Phelps. And if A-Rod testing positive for steroids doesn't create as much of an uproar as Phelps getting high, than I'm waging war on the media (mainly, Elisabeth Hasselback). Here's the clip if you missed it:

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Movie Review: Frost/Nixon

Everyone knows Richard Nixon for his extreme criminal act. He forever tainted the executive branch. Even every great president that succeeded him can't clear the fact that a man like Nixon used his power for corrupt purposes. But the one thing people need to focus on more: his smugness. The day Nixon left the White House not a tear of sadness or any remorse seemed to hit his face, just a "I'm getting out of this clean" smile.
Of course, I wasn't around to actually see this. I could only assume these things from photos taken and videos shot. The only way you could really decode that smug demeanor is by exploring his character and by, well, making a movie. Because that is what movies do best, capture someone's inner workings and state of mind. All I can say is that what "Frost/Nixon" aimed to do, and succeeded at admirably.
Now, I'm probably going to spend a large portion of this review praising Frank Langella's portrayal of Nixon and how spot on it was. But before I go onto that, it's necessary to look at the movie itself, not just the person seen on screen.
As the title suggests, "Frost/Nixon" tells the story of Brit David Frost's now legendary interview with post-resignation Richard Nixon. Frost is portrayed as Michael Sheen. Frost was not the world's most highly respected journalist. He was a talk show host and an entertainer. No one knew going into it that Frost would be the man who broke Nixon down. But, he proved everyone wrong, and deserves to be mentioned amongst the hall of fame of journalists just for that.
"Frost/Nixon" itself is based on a play, using pretty much all the same actors the play had. I didn't see the play so I can't really compare the two. The only parts of the movie that really seem theatrical are the interviews themselves. Ron Howard decided to shoot the movie more in the style of a documentary rather than total traditional narrative form. He has characters doing interviews in the way future, and reflecting on the events. Unfortunately, having those interviews leaves less for the audience to discuss about Nixon (especially his facial expressions, more about that soon), but they do seem necessary in a movie that is documenting a behind the scenes look at how journalism works. Praise Howard for going beyond just recreation and actually exploring. You can watch the actual interviews to see what Nixon was really like, but you can see the movie if you really want to explore and understand how it all happened.
While watching "Frost/Nixon," I was reminded of the other great movie about exposing Nixon, "All the President's Men." It is apparent that Howard studied that movie deeply. "Frost/Nixon" makes a great use of lighting and shadows to express mood and characters. Take for example the scene where Frost has a telephone conversation with Nixon, one that will set the course of the final interview. Frost, despite being extremely stressed, sits in a nicely lighted room. Nixon on the other hand, is shrouded in shadows, only a small portion of his face is visible. Truly menacing.
What this movie is really about is the fall of Richard Nixon. Had they not gotten a convincing actor to play Nixon, the movie probably wouldn't have worked. But, they did the right thing and got Frank Langella. Langella gets his voice as close to Nixon's as any human possibly could. Langella manages to use that voice, as well as his facial expressions, to actually become Nixon. Not at one point did I think I was looking at Frank Langella, but rather that someone had decided to pull a creepy Frankenstein like reincarnation of Nixon. He even walks (with that slightly hunched back) like Nixon.
Mostly Langella uses these characteristics to not just become Nixon, but to dig deeper and figure out his inner workings. You can't become Nixon, but actors can study their character and just look at their face and find a way to crawl under their skin. It felt like Langella not only got under Nixon's skin, but walked around in it, too. He captures that very arrogant, "I'm not guilty" vibe that Nixon always gave off. Even after being pressed by hard questions, he walked out with a pure smile as if nothing had happened. It was eerily similar to the recent trials of Rod Blagojevich and some of Bush's final press conferences. 
Langella not only captured his arrogance, but his very complex emotion as well. You could tell Nixon's defeat after Frost's final interview not just from his very slight tears, but when he went over and pet a dog's head, and asked if it was a dachshund. You could see this man suddenly snap out of his feelings of king-like power, and realize his wrongdoing. He had officially become human.
The one scene of Langella's portrayal of Nixon I will never forget is at one point when he makes some small talk with Frost before the interview begins. He asks, deadpan and without a smile about Frost's night, "did you do any fornicating?" Langella never once snaps into a smile. This man was serious.
Movies can often transcend the idea of just merely being a piece of entertainment and become an encapsulation of history. The parallels you could find in this movie between Nixon's resignation and the Frost interviews with the aforementioned Blagojevich impeachment and Bush press conferences, are undeniable. It is with this that "Frost/Nixon" fits the famous saying "those who don't know history are condemned to repeat it." "Frost/Nixon" makes its audience aware of its history, and then connects it to the present day. And it will do that, hopefully for generations to come.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Today's Sign of the Apocalypse: Another Pointless Remake

Last week, I announced plans of a remake to "Bonnie & Clyde" with Hilary Duff. Today, I am sad to announce that a remake is a go for the Paul Newman classic "Slap Shot." "Slap Shot" was made in 1977, which is apparently too old for Hollywood. So far, the remake carries the writer of "Fun With Dick & Jane" and the director of "21" and "Be Cool."
"Slap Shot" is a movie that still remains funny and only remains outdated in the cars that the characters drive. It also happens to be a way better sports comedy (or sports movie, in general) than most that are made today. I doubt anyone could top the originality and brilliant slapstick that made the original "Slap Shot" such a classic.
Also, who could replace the Hanson Brothers (if you say the Jonas Brothers, I will no longer allow you to read this blog)? But most importantly, how can you replace Paul Newman? Newman's death has shown us all that he was truly one of a kind and no person could ever replace him. But, really? Who do the people behind the "Slap Shot" remake think they can replace Paul Newman with?
Note: Apparently, there was a direct to DVD sequel to "Slap Shot" that starred Stephen Baldwin and Gary Busey. How about getting Busey and the other Baldwin brother (Alec) to star in the remake? It obviously won't beat Newman and will still make me angry, but at least then audiences could have one big question answered: what happens when you give Gary Busey a hockey stick?