Regardless
of what the critics or my fellow-movie goes say, I won't see a better
film this summer. Sure, there are other great films out this season,
but Moonrise Kingdom with Wes Anderson's delightful
story-telling, superb dialogue, and thoughtful soundtrack will rein.
Now that you know I love the film, allow me to tell you why.
It's
a story made for summer. Adventure, camp, benign youthful
wanderlust... whatever you call it, the young Suzy (Kara Hayward) and
Sam (Jared Gilman) fall in love and plot to run off together forever is
the epitome of youthful dreams. It's the local townspeople who besmirch
the innocent relationship that is not entered into lightly by our two
protagonists.
The cast imbues a lovely reticent tone.
Anderson's muses... Bill Murray and Jason Schwartzman are flanked by
Frances McDormand, Tilda Swinton, and Bruce Willis--who takes a lovely
understated tone as Captain Sharp. And finally!! Someone understands
the greatness that is Edward Norton. Anderson does not bother with
unneeded character development. The adults are merely flawed adults who
impose their own misgivings onto the children in their care.
Anderson's
humor has not dulled. With delightful names like Lazy Eye, Nickleby,
Skotak and Gadge, Anderson's characters provide understated laughter and
sweetness without the cloying sentimentality. Children are mean, so
Anderson's streak of viciousness and black humor are present without
being gratuitous.
From the opening frames to the closing
credits, charm seeps out of every detail. The illustrated book covers,
the Khaki Scouts uniforms... stylistically speaking, Anderson have
created an alternate universe in 1965 that maintains the nostalgia and
embraces the sadness of reality.
And finally, the
musicality of the soundtrack is quintessentially Anderson's. Who else
would have the guts to pair Hank Williams with Schubert and Mozart?
As I see it, Moonrise Kingdom
is for the child in all of us. The one we so neatly tuck way as we
age. The one that slowly dies as we spend out days in a cubicle. The
one who remembers when all you needed was a compass and a coonskin cap
for life's grand adventures.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Moonrise Kingdom (2012)
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Rock of Ages (2012)
Rock of Ages is
a train wreck--an incredibly cheesy, super corny and undeniably
entertaining train wreck. What else would you expect from director Adam
Shankman?! In a movie that pulls the greatest tunes from Journey, Def
Leppard, Twisted Sister, Foreigner, Joan Jett, Poison, Bon Jovi and
Night Ranger and proceeds to whirl them around an ensemble cast of
odd-balls, you won't get an Oscar nominee. What you do get is a hot
damn mess.
Centered around a love story between Julianne Hough and some dude, it's the musicality of the film that's worth a watch... and the corny delivery from the likes of Russell Brand, Alec Baldwin, Paul Giamatti, and Tom Cruise. I was a little worried when Julianne Hough (of Dancing with the Stars fame) tries to belt Sister Christian, but if you embrace the film for it's hedonistic ways and satirical smarts--you are guaranteed a good time.
Mad props to Tom Cruise who plays Stacee Jaxx (part Brett Michaels, part Buddhist monk) with conviction. Staring into the blue soulless eyes, you can feel the pain of Cruise/Jaxx. This viewer cringed (and secretly wondered) if Cruise was crying out for help when as Jaxx, Cruise answers the Rolling Stone reporter 'I know me better than anyone... because I live in here... and nobody else can.'
Cringe-worthy moments include just about every scene with Julianne Hough and the Baldwin/Brand rendition of 'I Can't Fight this Feeling Anymore'. Mary J. Blige adds class. Constantine Maroulis detracts. Brian Cranston, Catherine Zeta-Jones, and Paul Giamatti are well...so brave, so awesome.
As I see it, Rock of Ages is ballsy, walking the line between the glorious excess of rock and roll and nut shots to pop-culture as we've come to know it. The film revels it it's self awareness and for that reason--much like its many predecessors--Hairspray, Saturday Night Fever, Spinal Tap, Grease--Rock of Ages is a glorious success.
Centered around a love story between Julianne Hough and some dude, it's the musicality of the film that's worth a watch... and the corny delivery from the likes of Russell Brand, Alec Baldwin, Paul Giamatti, and Tom Cruise. I was a little worried when Julianne Hough (of Dancing with the Stars fame) tries to belt Sister Christian, but if you embrace the film for it's hedonistic ways and satirical smarts--you are guaranteed a good time.
Mad props to Tom Cruise who plays Stacee Jaxx (part Brett Michaels, part Buddhist monk) with conviction. Staring into the blue soulless eyes, you can feel the pain of Cruise/Jaxx. This viewer cringed (and secretly wondered) if Cruise was crying out for help when as Jaxx, Cruise answers the Rolling Stone reporter 'I know me better than anyone... because I live in here... and nobody else can.'
Cringe-worthy moments include just about every scene with Julianne Hough and the Baldwin/Brand rendition of 'I Can't Fight this Feeling Anymore'. Mary J. Blige adds class. Constantine Maroulis detracts. Brian Cranston, Catherine Zeta-Jones, and Paul Giamatti are well...so brave, so awesome.
As I see it, Rock of Ages is ballsy, walking the line between the glorious excess of rock and roll and nut shots to pop-culture as we've come to know it. The film revels it it's self awareness and for that reason--much like its many predecessors--Hairspray, Saturday Night Fever, Spinal Tap, Grease--Rock of Ages is a glorious success.
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