Showing posts with label Marion Cotillard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marion Cotillard. Show all posts

30 August 2012

Not If You Were the Last Woman in Gotham City


The Dark Knight Rises
2012, USA/UK
Christopher Nolan

There is no shortage of ways in which the conclusion to Christopher Nolan's Batman trilogy, The Dark Knight Rises, sucks. For starters, despite its disguise as a loud Hollywood action film, it's pretty boring, which is, I guess, how you can tell they were making a "serious film." This can easily be blamed on Nolan's notoriously exhausting spouts of exposition, which reached a comical level in Inception, the film he made in between The Dark Knight and his rousing. While I tend to be a bit more forgiving of the absurdity in Inception, the exposition in The Dark Knight Rises isn't used to explain complex, made-up ideas and rules that govern its film universe; it is instead used to pander to stupidity of its audience, which – judging by the lengths the screenplay requires the characters to ridiculously expel Wikipedia entries about the background of the film's villain or, worse, verbally explain the subtext of what is unfolding before them – Nolan presumes is bountiful. This however is more telling of Nolan than his audience. One could grumble about the jumbled action sequences, the over-editing, or downright silliness of most of the hand-to-hand combat, but in Nolan's defense, he's come along way since Batman Begins in that regard. But where The Dark Knight Rises, and really the entire trilogy, is most reprehensible is in its depiction of women (and lack thereof).

After Rachel, Bruce Wayne's love interest (and not much more), gets a change of actress and a "surprising," mid-film demise in The Dark Knight, Gotham City is left with a critical, though never addressed, problem: how can the city continue its legacy if its only woman has perished? Thankfully in its opening moments, The Dark Knight Rises introduces us to two additional birth canals: jewel thief Selina Kyle (Anne Hathaway) and philanthropist Miranda Tate (Marion Cotillard). Though it's very possible (I'm not totally sure) that the women never share a frame in the entire film, it becomes clear in the film's final third that the women's actions have been governing the other's for the duration of the film. This may not have been so glaring if it didn't take Nolan three films to introduce a woman who actually had things to do or if the whole trilogy wasn't so over-saturated with men.

Now with Selina Kyle, or Catwoman as we know her best, Nolan tried something I wasn't expecting. When Selina is longingly embraced by her partner-in-crime, played by Juno Temple, it appeared as if the film suggested that the feline metaphors didn't stop at "cat burglar." This is hardly an original notion, as the lesbian undertones were anything but subtle between Halle Berry and Sharon Stone in the joyless Catwoman movie, but it was something that genuinely surprised me and actually provided a deeper layer to Selina's otherwise thinly-drawn character. Like in Catwoman, this all proves to be nothing more than a tease, as this trait only aligns with Catwoman as a "bad guy," something that is forced to shift once the secret of Miranda Tate's dark identity is revealed.

I suppose Nolan assumed that since two women finally moved into Gotham City he didn't want anyone to think he was making a generalized statement about all women. After all, most of the vindictive women in Nolan's movies have a counter. In Memento, Carrie-Anne Moss has Guy Pearce's martyred wife. In Inception, Marion Cotillard, playing a character whose made-up Gallic name directly translates as "evil," has a sexless, brainiac Ellen Page. For The Dark Knight Rises, the two women keep each other in check. Just as Catwoman begins to feel bad about leading Batman to his doom, the coast is clear for Miranda to begin her nefarious plans, after "fooling" everyone with her clean energy initiative. Nolan makes the sanitization of Catwoman even more vile by ignoring the obvious hints he made to her sexuality, writing her girlfriend out of the film, and ultimately placing Batman and Catwoman in a heterosexual happily-ever-after paradise. It would be one thing if Nolan just simply didn't know how to write female characters, but he takes his inability to a whole new level of shittiness. Hey, at least all the girls of Gotham City got to make-out with the caped crusader...

With: Christian Bale, Tom Hardy, Gary Oldman, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Anne Hathaway, Marion Cotillard, Morgan Freeman, Michael Caine, Liam Neeson, Alon Aboutboul, Ben Mendelsohn, Cillian Murphy, Nestor Carbonell, Tom Conti, Matthew Modine, Juno Temple, Daniel Sunjata, Aidan Gillen, Thomas Lennon, Robert Wisdom, William Devane, Brett Cullen, Josh Pence, Burn Gorman

15 December 2009

Golden Globe Nominations 2010

The Golden Globe nominations are in and have proven what a strange year it has been for Hollywood. While two nods for Meryl Streep is usually an annual affair, two for Sandra Bullock is just about unheard-of; Matt Damon makes the third actor with two nominations. In the non-acting categories, Jason Reitman and Quentin Tarantino received two nominations for directing and writing. As usual, the nominations were all over the board, giving recognition to films most people would would argue don't deserve it (Nine, Avatar, Tobey Maguire... at least if early word is accurate). But the two best moves the Hollywood Foreign Press made were ignoring both Lee Daniels and Rob Marshall in the directing category. I've discussed Daniels previously, but Marshall is quite possibly one of the worst directors in Hollywood. Chicago worked (for the most part) as a result of its source material and Catherine Zeta-Jones, but pay attention to any of the non-musical scenes, and you'll see that the guy can't direct for shit.

So who was missing, in terms of expectations? Invictus for picture, even though ol' Clint got a directing nod; Jeremy Renner; A Single Man in any non-acting category; Samantha Morton and Ben Foster; In the Loop, period; the Coens and A Serious Man in the Musical/Comedy category; and of course Tilda Swinton, though Julia came out so early this year, all the award folk have forgotten. Oh, and also, Mariah Carey. Full nominees, including the television categories and film music ones (Karen O. is now a GG nominee), via the press release.

Best Picture - Drama

- Avatar, d. James Cameron
- The Hurt Locker, d. Kathryn Bigelow
- Inglourious Basterds, d. Quentin Tarantino
- Precious: Based on the Novel Push by Sapphire, d. Lee Daniels
- Up in the Air, d. Jason Reitman

Best Picture - Musical/Comedy

- (500) Days of Summer, d. Marc Webb
- The Hangover, d. Todd Phillips
- It's Complicated, d. Nancy Meyers
- Julie & Julia, d. Nora Ephron
- Nine, d. Rob Marshall

Best Director

- Kathryn Bigelow, The Hurt Locker
- James Cameron, Avatar
- Clint Eastwood, Invictus
- Jason Reitman, Up in the Air
- Quentin Tarantino, Inglourious Basterds

Best Actor - Drama

- Jeff Bridges, Crazy Heart
- George Clooney, Up in the Air
- Colin Firth, A Single Man
- Morgan Freeman, Invictus
- Tobey Maguire, Brothers

Best Actress - Drama

- Emily Blunt, The Young Victoria
- Sandra Bullock, The Blind Side
- Helen Mirren, The Last Station
- Carey Mulligan, An Education
- Gabourey Sidibe, Precious

Best Actor - M/C

- Matt Damon, The Informant!
- Daniel Day-Lewis, Nine
- Robert Downey, Jr., Sherlock Holmes
- Joseph Gordon-Levitt, (500) Days of Summer
- Michael Stuhlbarg, A Serious Man

Best Actress - M/C

- Sandra Bullock, The Proposition
- Marion Cotillard, Nine
- Julia Roberts, Duplicity
- Meryl Streep, It's Complicated
- Meryl Streep, Julie & Julia

Best Supporting Actor

- Matt Damon, Invictus
- Woody Harrelson, The Messenger
- Christopher Plummer, The Last Station
- Stanley Tucci, The Lovely Bones
- Christoph Waltz, Inglourious Basterds

Best Supporting Actress

- Penélope Cruz, Nine
- Vera Farmiga, Up in the Air
- Anna Kenrick, Up in the Air
- Mo'Nique - Precious
- Julianne Moore, A Single Man

Best Screenplay

- Neill Blomkamp, District 9
- Mark Boal, The Hurt Locker
- Nancy Meyers, It's Complicated
- Jason Reitman, Sheldon Turner, Up in the Air
- Quentin Tarantino, Inglourious Basterds

Foreign-Language Film

- Baarìa, d. Giuseppe Tornatore, Italy
- Broken Embraces [Los abrazos rotos], d. Pedro Almodóvar, Spain
- The Maid [La nana], d. Sebastián Silva, Chile
- A Prophet [Un prophète], d. Jacques Audiard, France
- The White Ribbon [Das weiße Band], d. Michael Haneke, Austria/Germany/France/Italy

Animated Feature

- Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, d. Phil Lord, Chris Miller
- Coraline, d. Henry Selick
- Fantastic Mr. Fox, d. Wes Anderson
- The Princess and the Frog, d. Ron Clements, John Musker
- Up, d. Peter Docter, Bob Peterson

08 December 2009

The Decade List: Innocence (2004)

Innocence – dir. Lucile Hadzihalilovic

Profoundly peculiar and picaresque, Lucile Hadzihalilovic’s feature debut Innocence ranks among the most startling, magical cinematic portraits of adolescence in recent memory. Set at a mysterious all-girls boarding school where new recruits arrive in caskets marked with a giant star on top, the film tracks three of the near-forty girls who find themselves at this school, hidden away from the world by nature and a giant wall along its perimeter. Iris (Zoé Auclair) is the youngest of her house, wide-eyed and confused, missing her little brother and clinging to the eldest of the house, Bianca (Bérangère Haubruge), who’s in her final year and slowly approaching sexual maturity. In the middle of them, age-wise, is Alice (Lea Bridarolli), an awkward-looking young girl who dreams of leaving the community by impressing the directrice (Corinne Marchand) with her dancing skills.

There seems to be something overly schematic about Innocence, like an unbreakable code surrounding physical attributes of the young girls, based on the specifically colored ribbons that adorn their hair, which signify the age, or grade, the girls are in. A not-so-small detail that is hard to ignore is that the young girl who disappears early in the film is the only one of her peers to tie her hair in a straight ponytail as opposed to side pigtails. It’s not a coincidence surely, but Hadzihalilovic never makes breaking this code simple, if even possible, an act that keeps the narrative’s focus from feeling as clean as it appears.

Instead, Innocence comes across like a dream-like fable of pre-menstrual female adolescence (the girls are sent away from the school around the time they have their first period). Gorgeously rendered by cinematographer Benoît Debie, who shot Hadzihalilovic’s husband Gaspar Noé’s two most recent films Irrèversible and Enter the Void, Innocence never drops its visual spell, making the girls’ journeys formed out of a balance of obedience and childlike curiosity. It’s hard to know what to make of the two adult teachers, played by Marion Cotillard and Hélène de Fougerolles, who are both sympathetic to the girls’ maturation and working toward a strange archetype of feminine elegance. Innocence is a haunting parable, one that’s neither easy to decipher nor quick to leave one’s mind.

With: Bérangère Haubruge, Zoé Auclair, Marion Cotillard, Hélène de Fougerolles, Lea Bridarolli, Alisson Lalieux, Astrid Homme, Ana Palomo-Diaz, Olga Peytavi-Müller, Corinne Marchand, Sonia Petrovna
Screenplay: Lucile Hadzihalilovic, based on the novella Mine-Haha or the Corporeal Education of Girls by Frank Wedekind
Cinematography: Benoît Debie
Music: Richard Cooke
Country of Origin: Belgium/France/UK
US Distributor: Leisure Time Features/Home Vision

Premiere: 10 September 2004 (Toronto International Film Festival)
US Premiere: 16 March 2005 (Rendez-vous with French Cinema)

Awards: Best New Director (San Sebastián International Film Festival); Bronze Horse, Best Cinematography (Stockholm Film Festival); FIPRESCI Prize – International Competition (Istanbul International Film Festival)

13 August 2009

The Decade List: Mary (2005)

Mary - dir. Abel Ferrara

[Edited from an earlier post]

I've often joked that Abel Ferrara, like Sam Fuller before him, isn't so much "an American filmmaker" as he is the French's idea of "an American filmmaker." He's pulpy and seedy, particularly when addressing issues of philosophy, spirituality and religion. It's recently dawned on me that more than just that, he's the French's idea of an American Ingmar Bergman. As peculiar as that seems, Ferrara's torrid relationship with Christianity appears to have eluded my thoughts until he tackled the issue head-on in Mary. In Mary, Ferrara places Forest Whitaker in the Harvey Keitel role, a total cod whose bad behavior karmicly releases the ultimate test of faith as he's haunted by the performance of Marie Palesi (Juliette Binoche) as Mary Magdalene in yet another Jesus flick. Now, Ted Younger (Whitaker) is no stranger to Jesus and faith; he hosts a popular television program examining the origins of the Christian messiah. However, when his job becomes more important than his relationship with his pregnant wife (Heather Graham) and suspicion is raised about his extramarital affair with actress Gretchen (Marion Cotillard), he seeks understanding from the elusive Marie in his path of redemption.

Like most of Ferrara's work, Mary is deeply flawed. It's a filthy orgy of controversial ideas, none of which come to a simultaneous climax, or even a coherent one. In researching other people's thoughts of Mary, I discovered that the film's crossover appeal (as in an appeal to anyone outside of Ferrara's small fanbase) is pretty much null, almost entirely attributed to the film's shaky stance on faith in chaos. However, to the Ferrara admirer, Mary works beautifully into his oeuvre, a fascinating mess of frustration and admiration.

Where Ferrara succeeds in Mary is in his character placement. Marie, played phenomenally by Binoche, is undoubtedly the most captivating figure in the film and most of her fascination comes from the realization that Ferrara doesn't understand her at all. After taking on the role of Mary Magdalene, Marie spirals into a moral and spirital abyss, unable to shake her own performance, which (according to Whitaker) is shattering. Part of the blame can be placed upon the film's writer/director/star Matthew Modine, a deplorable megalomaniac whose delusions run much deeper than simply casting himself as Jesus. According to Cotillard, it's Modine's self-importance and incompetence as a director which keeps Binoche from leaving Jerusalem. Binoche's personal crisis shrouds the entire film without becoming its central focus. Outside of Lili Taylor's Kathleen in The Addiction (and Drea DeMatteo's nameless character in 'R Xmas, which I hadn't seen at the time), she's the only Ferrara woman I can think of that doesn't fit into his dual idea of women, the simple Madonna/whore complex seen in its fullest between Béatrice Dalle and Claudia Schiffer in The Blackout. It's perhaps in Binoche's obsession with Mary Magdalene, a whore according to certain gospels, Jesus' number one disciple according to others, that her Marie breaks the mold of a typical Ferrara woman in becoming something entirely separate, something he clearly doesn't "get." In keeping Marie in the background while still placing her as the driving force of Mary, Ferrara turns her into a haunting figure as enigmatic and impenetrable as the mysteries of Jesus himself.

There's a chilling relevance to Binoche's Marie, escalated by the death of Heath Ledger, which happened around the time I first saw Mary. As far as most reports go, his death may have been caused by the inability to shake his last role, that of the Joker in Batman. To those unfamiliar with the method of acting, both Marie's conversion and Ledger's death haunt to the bone, a possession of which those outside of the field could never fully grasp. I understand it even less than Ferrara seems to, and it's in this ignorance, or more specificially the impossibility of empathy, that Binoche's performance, reminiscent of Liv Ullmann's Elisabet in Persona, becomes so breathtaking... and scary. There comes a point where Whitaker's tribulations reek of familiarity in the context of Ferrara, but it's Binoche's looming presence that holds the film to where it needs to be. Like Ullmann's disastrous effect on Bibi Andersson, Binoche drives Mary into its frenzy.

With: Forest Whitaker, Matthew Modine, Juliette Binoche, Heather Graham, Marion Cotillard, Stefania Rocca, Marco Leonardi, Luca Lionello, Mario Opinato, Elio Germano, Emanuela Iovannitti
Screenplay: Abel Ferrara, Mario Isabella, Simone Lageoles, Scott Pardo
Cinematography: Stefano Falivene
Music: Francis Kuipers
Country of Origin: Italy/France/USA
US Distributor: N/A

Premiere: 6 September 2005 (Venice Film Festival)

Awards: Grand Special Jury Prize (Venice Film Festival)

03 March 2008

Um, stfu

Apparently someone in the American press wasn't too happy that Marion Cotillard won the Best Actress Oscar for La Vie en rose and have republished comments she made, out-of-context of course, about 9/11. Christ, leave the girl alone. I think America's xenophobia has really come out from under the woodwork after the four acting Oscars went to Europeans, as I've had to read and overhear some of the most inane comments like "she can't even speak English." Yeah, well, how did she act in A Good Year and Abel Ferrara's Mary then? I wouldn't blame Ms. Cotillard for running clear from American cinema and staying where I'm sure a lot of assholes would contest "where she belongs." Fuck.

25 February 2008

His Milkshake Brings All the Boys to the Yard

Though, yeah, the ceremony was pretty dull (especially with three fucking musical numbers from Enchanted), but if nothing else, this year's Oscars really favored the hotness: Daniel Day-Lewis, Marion Cotillard (in Gaultier, no less), Tilda Swinton and Javier Bardem... too much (I favored all four to win as well and all also come from the great continent of Europe). And those kids from Once... adorable. Not once did I slam down my fist or mutter obscenities, so for that, it must have been a good year.

Picture: No Country for Old Men
Director: Joel Coen, Ethan Coen - No Country for Old Men
Actor: Daniel Day-Lewis - There Will Be Blood
Actress: Marion Cotillard - La Vie en rose
Supporting Actor: Javier Bardem - No Country for Old Men
Supporting Actress: Tilda Swinton - Michael Clayton
Adapted Screenplay: Joel Coen, Ethan Coen - No Country for Old Men
Original Screenplay: Diablo Cody - Juno
Animated Film: Ratatouille - dir. Brad Bird

Full winners can be found at this link. Thanks to Michael K from Dlisted for photoshopping a picture together so I didn't have to.

23 February 2008

Best Actress

Nominees: Cate Blanchett (Elizabeth: The Golden Age), Julie Christie (Away from Her), Marion Cotillard (La Vie en rose), Laura Linney (The Savages) and Ellen Page (Juno).

Who Should Win: Marion Cotillard (La Vie en rose)

I hate biopics, and seldom am I impressed with the actors who place themselves in them (exception of course given to Helen Mirren), but Marion Cotillard's performance as the tragic French singer Edith Piaf is shattering. There's a sincere distinction between her Piaf versus, say, Jamie Foxx's Ray Charles in that she's not delivering an impersonation; she's literally possessed. I haven't seen such a rapturous transformation portrayed anywhere since I saw Christine Ebersole on Broadway as Little Edie in Grey Gardens.

The WTF? Nominee: Cate Blanchett (Elizabeth: The Golden Age)

I understand the Academy loves Cate Blanchett to death, even more so than Kate Winslet as Ms. Blanchett has a trophy to her name... but nominating her for Elizabeth: The Golden Age? Ridiculous. Not only was she better in the original, but she's... dare I say... kind of hammy in the unnecessary and stale sequel. And not hammy in a good way, like she was during that scene in Notes on a Scandal. Whether you agree with the hamminess or not, you have to admit, from an actress as ranged and talented as she, her Elizabeth was Blanchett on autopilot.

11 February 2008

And speaking of Mademoiselle Cotillard...

The writers' strike better end to set Rob Marshall's Nine back into production. If you're unfamiliar, it's a musical (?) remake of Fellini's 8 1/2, with Javier Bardem in the Marcello Mastroianni role. Wanna know who else is in this? Penélope Cruz, Marion Cotillard and Sophia Loren. Christ, I haven't been more pleased with casting this good in... I dunno, forever. That's really too much sexy for one film. I may write a blog in the upcoming days about my newfound obsession with Mlle. Cotillard, who has coincidentally become my Penélope Cruz for 2007.

BAFTAs!

So, I'll let the fact that Atonement won the BAFTA for Best Picture slide, because they awarded my dear Tilda Swinton as the best supporting actress for Michael Clayton, for which she's hardly the front-runner for in the upcoming Academy Awards. Other awards included Marion Cotillard for La vie en rose in the Best Actress, Daniel Day Lewis for Best Actor, Javier Bardem for Best Supporting Actor, the Coens for Best Director, Juno for Original Screenplay, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly for adapted, Ratatouille for Animated Film, The Lives of Others for Foreign, No Country for Old Men for cinematography, and This Is England for Best British Film (though wasn't Atonement British?).

06 February 2008

Through a Lens Darkly

Mary - dir. Abel Ferrara - 2005 - Italy/USA/France

I've often joked that Abel Ferrara, like Sam Fuller before him, isn't so much "an American filmmaker" as he is the French's idea of "an American filmmaker." He's pulpy and seedy, particularly when addressing issues of philosophy, spirituality and religion. It's only now dawned on me that more than just that, he's the French's idea of an American Ingmar Bergman. As peculiar as that seems, Ferrara's torrid relationship with Christianity appears to have eluded my thoughts until he tackled the issue head-on in Mary. In Mary, Ferrara places Forest Whitaker in the Harvey Keitel role, a total cod whose bad behavior karmicly releases the ultimate test of faith as he's haunted by the performance of Marie Palesi (Juliette Binoche) as Mary Magdalene in yet another Jesus flick. Now, Ted Younger (Whitaker) is no stranger to Jesus and faith; he hosts a popular television program examining the origins of the Christian messiah. However, when his job becomes more important than his relationship with his pregnant wife (Heather Graham) and suspicion is raised about his extramarital affair with actress Gretchen (Marion Cotillard), he seeks understanding from the elusive Marie in his path of redemption.

Like most of Ferrara's work, Mary is deeply flawed. It's a filthy orgy of controversial ideas, none of which come to a simultaneous climax, or even a coherent climax at all. In researching other people's thoughts of Mary, I discovered that the film's crossover appeal (as in an appeal to anyone outside of Ferrara's small fanbase) is pretty much null, almost entirely attributed to the film's shaky stance on faith in chaos. However, to the Ferrara admirer, Mary works beautifully into his oeuvre, a fascinating mess of frustration and admiration.

Where Ferrara succeeds in Mary is in his character placement. Marie, played phenomenally by Binoche, is undoubtedly the most fascinating individual in the film and most of her fascination comes from the fact that you come to a realization that Ferrara doesn't understand her in the least. After taking on the role of Mary Magdalene, Marie spirals into a moral and spirital abyss, unable to shake her own performance, which (according to Whitaker) is shattering. Part of the blame can be placed upon the film's writer/director/star Matthew Modine, a deplorable megalomaniac whose delusions run much deeper than simply casting himself as Jesus. According to Cotillard, it's Modine's self-importance and incompetence as a director which keeps Binoche from returning from Jerusalem. Binoche's personal crisis shrouds the film without becoming its central focus. Outside of Lili Taylor's Kathleen in The Addiction, she's the only Ferrara woman I can think of that doesn't fit into his dual idea of women, the simple Madonna/whore complex seen in its fullest between Béatrice Dalle and Claudia Schiffer in The Blackout. It's perhaps in Binoche's obsession with Mary Magdalene, a whore according to certain gospels, Jesus' number one disciple according to others, that her Marie breaks the mold of your typical Ferrara woman in becoming something entirely separate, something he clearly doesn't understand. In keeping Marie in the background while still placing her as the driving force of Mary, Ferrara turns her into a haunting figure as enigmatic and impenetrable as the mysteries of Jesus himself.

There's a chilling relevance to Binoche's Marie, escalated by the recent death of Heath Ledger. As far as most reports go, his death may have been caused by the inability to shake his last role, that of the Joker in Batman. To those unfamiliar with the method of acting, both Marie's conversion and Ledger's death haunt to the bone, a possession of which those outside of the field could never fully grasp. I understand it even less than Ferrara seems to, and it's in this ignorance, or more specificially the impossibility of empathy, that Binoche's performance, reminiscent of Liv Ullmann's Elisabet in Persona, becomes so breathtaking... and scary. There comes a point where Whitaker's tribulations reek of familiarity in the context of Ferrara, but it's Binoche's looming presence that holds the film to where it needs to be. Like Ullmann's disastrous effect on Bibi Andersson, Binoche drives Mary into its frenzy.

14 January 2008

Huevos de oro

So, yeah, those Golden Globes. I'd be lying if I said I didn't care about how they turn out, even more so than for being the first of three cutthroat competitions Mike at Hetero-erotica and I partake in this time of year. I suppose the backlash is already beginning, thanks to their non-ceremony tonight in which two dolts from Access Hollywood (I think?) read off the nominees and (some of the) winners. I'd personally like to thank Marion Cotillard and Julie Christie for putting me ahead of the game and trumping Mike in battle number one, but how about Juno going home empty handed? And Julian Schnabel winning best director? The Globes started the backlash trend by shutting Sean Penn's Into the Wild out of all the major awards (thank God) and have begun to suggest that maybe Hollywood isn't as smitten with Juno as the numbers may suggest. No Country for Old Men, the frontrunner in the best picture race, also lost to Atonement, a film I had suspected would have gotten the backlash long before No Country.

Tonight also marked the day that Mike and I had to turn in our Oscar ballots, better known as Battle #2. The rules were a little different this year. We both got six choices for the big categories: Picture, Director, Actor, Actress, Supp. Actor, Supp. Actress, Original Screenplay and Adapted Screenplay (foreign is such a weird category, and unlike last year, the Academy didn't narrow their choices down to ten). The choices were to be ranked in order of probability, giving the person 6 points for their number 1, 5 for number 2, and so on. In order to make things a bit more interesting, we also threw in a wild card category, in which we could list six picks for any of the categories not mentioned, also in order of probability. It's an effective system if you care to use it or care to waste time being a dork like Mike and I love to do. Being the clueless saps we are, we didn't realize that those Academy Award nominations won't be announced until 23 January, but we decided to finalize our choices tonight anyway. My choices will be in red; Mike's will be in blue. They are as follows:

Best Picture

6 points: No Country for Old Men / No Country for Old Men
5 points: There Will Be Blood / Atonement
4 points: Atonement / The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
3 points: Michael Clayton / There Will Be Blood
2 points: Juno / Michael Clayton
1 point: The Diving Bell and the Butterfly / Juno

Best Director
6p: The Coen Brothers - NCFOM / The Coen Brothers - NCFOM
5p: Paul Thomas Anderson - TWBB / Paul Thomas Anderson - TWWB
4p: Julian Schnabel - TDBATB / Joe Wright - Atonement
3p: Joe Wright - Atonement / Sidney Lumet - BTDKYD
2p: Sidney Lumet - BTDKYD / Julian Schnabel - TDBATB
1p: Tony Gilroy - MC / Sean Penn - ITW

Best Actor

6p: Daniel Day-Lewis - TWBB / Daniel Day-Lewis - TWWB
5p: George Clooney - MC / George Clooney - MC
4p: Viggo Mortensen - EP / Viggo Mortensen - EP
3p: Johnny Depp - ST / Johnny Depp - ST
2p: James McAvoy - Atonement / Ryan Gosling - LATRG
1p: Frank Langella - SOITE / James McAvoy - Atonement

Best Actress
6p: Julie Christie - AFH / Ellen Page - Juno
5p: Marion Cotillard - LVER / Julie Christie - AFH
4p: Ellen Page - Juno / Marion Cotillard - LVER
3p: Keira Knightley - Atonement / Angelina Jolie - AMH
2p: Helena Bonham Carter - ST / Laura Linney - The Savages
1p: Angelina Jolie - AMH / Keira Knightley - Atonement

Best Supporting Actor
6p: Javier Bardem - NCFOM / Javier Bardem - NCFOM
5p: Casey Affleck - TAOJJBTCRF / Casey Affleck - TAOJJBTCRF
4p: Philip Seymour Hoffman - CWW / Philip Seymour Hoffman - CWW
3p: Tom Wilkinson - MC / Hal Holbrook - ITW
2p: Hal Holbrook - ITW / Tom Wilkinson - MC
1p: Max Von Sydow - TDBATB / Tommy Lee Jones - NCFOM

Best Supporting Actress
6p: Amy Ryan - GBG / Amy Ryan - GBG
5p: Cate Blanchett - INT / Tilda Swinton - MC
4p: Tilda Swinton - MC / Cate Blanchett - INT
3p: Catherine Keener - ITW / Catherine Keener - ITW
2p: Saoirse Ryan - Atonement / Kelly Macdonald - NCFOM
1p: Vanessa Redgrave - Atonement / Ruby Dee - AG

Best Original Screenplay
6p: Juno / Juno
5p: The Savages / Ratatouille
4p: Michael Clayton / Michael Clayton
3p: Ratatouille / Before the Devil Knows You're Dead
2p: Waitress / The Savages
1p: I'm Not There / Lars and the Real Girl

Best Adapted Screenplay
6p: No Country for Old Men / No Country for Old Men
5p: There Will Be Blood / There Will Be Blood
4p: Atonement / Atonement
3p: The Diving Bell and the Butterfly / Charlie Wilson's War
2p: Charlie Wilson's War / The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
1p: Away from Her / Gone Baby Gone

Wild Card
6p: Ratatouille - Animated Film / Roger Deakins - NCFOM - Cinematography
5p: 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days - Foreign Film / Roger Deakins - TWBB - Cinematography
4p: No End in Sight - Documentary / Ratatouille - Animated Film
3p: Janusz Kaminski - TDBATB - Cinematography / No End in Sight - Documentary
2p: Jonny Greenwood - TWBB - Score / Dario Marianelli - Atonement - Score
1p: "Falling Slowly" - Once - Original Song / Jonny Greenwood - TWBB - Score

08 January 2008

3 Honorary Awards

I kind of rushed myself to get the 1st Annual Fin de cinema Film Awards published that I forgot three very important awards to bestow. My apologies to the recipients.

The John Malkovich Award: Michelle Monaghan - Gone Baby Gone

The John Malkovich Award goes to the outstandingly bad/forgettable/annoying performance in an otherwise decent film. I'm kind of stretching the word "decent" for Gone Baby Gone, but Michelle Monaghan was so exceptional in being more of a set piece than an actor that I couldn't have her go home empty-handed. She literally cowers opposite every single actor in the movie (Casey Affleck, Morgan Freeman, Amy Ryan, Ed Harris) to the point that makes the audience question why she's even there in the first place. She's the "love interest" whose purpose only comes late in the film, and by that time, you've forgotten why you should even care what she has to say, or how her opinion would affect Casey Affleck.

Runners-Up: David Strathairn - The Bourne Ultimatum; Brad Pitt - The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford [for being another example of Casey Affleck's performance rendering another actor's absolutely forgettable]

The Teaching Mrs. Tingle Award: Catherine Keener - Into the Wild

The Teaching Mrs. Tingle Award goes to the actor who manages to still retain their usual "fabulousness" despite working under the conditions of a shitty movie (read: Helen Mirren). Into the Wild sucks. I've bitched and moaned about it for months now. Catherine Keener is radiant in just about everything she does (as long as it's not playing a stock character in a stock movie like The Interpreter). In Into the Wild, she manages to hit a home-run every time she's onscreen, which for the laboring runningtime certainly isn't enough. What's also remarkable about Keener's performance here is that she isn't condemned to her usual role of ice queen cunt, which admittedly she does wonderfully. Her performance is probably the only authentic moment of Into the Wild, even though more people are leaning toward Hal Holbrook.

Runners-Up: Marion Cotillard - La Vie en rose; Tea Leoni - You Kill Me [It really pains me to say that, but it's true]; Margot Martindale - Paris je t'aime

The Best (And, Therefore, Gayest) Idea for a Broadway Musical: Xanadu

All this talk in my comment forum about Xanadu reminded me, "how could I forget to shamelessly include Xanadu as an award recipiant this year?" Certain films, like Xanadu, exude time-frame, so giving it an award for 2007 is perfectly acceptable in my book. Thankfully, for those who would disagree, there's validity to its inclusion: it was the surprising hit of the Broadway season this year. A lot of people were surprised, but not me. When I found out that they were still going to use such songs as "Suddenly" and the rousing closing-number "Xanadu," I knew they had a hit-in-the-making, even if the film itself never took off when it hit theatres. I'm sure the Electric Light Orchestra music is probably sadly missing from the production, but I've got to hand it to Broadway for adapting a Hollywood film in dire need of a revival, because, well, Broadway is about as fresh out of ideas as Hollywood is.

25 November 2007

Preemptive Strike; or I Know Who Killed My Career

I Know Who Killed Me - dir. Chris Sivertson - 2007 - USA

I don’t follow Lindsay Lohan’s “career” or private life very closely, but I can state with some certainty that I Know Who Killed Me came out three years too early. I Know Who Killed Me is precisely the schlock-y B-movie that an actress whose career had been dead for a while would make, not the film to officially signify falling off the map. It’s also the sort of film that applauds itself in making reference to one of her more popular films (here, it’s Freaky Friday) by adding a level of sleaze on top of it. Lohan again takes on dual roles, one a peppy high school girl who wants to become a writer, the other a down-on-her-luck stripper. Dakota Moss, the stripper, becomes mistaken for Aubrey Fleming, who has been missing for several weeks. Someone probably should have kidnapped and tortured Aubrey’s parents (played by Neal McDonough and a slumming Julia Ormond) for giving her such a horrible name.

I Know Who Killed Me is the preposterous thriller you’d imagine it to be. There’s a stupid mythical twist near the end that never makes sense to anyone other than the filmmakers, and when the villain is finally revealed, the screenwriter apparently forgot that the establishment of the character would have no bearing on the particular Lohan character that uncovers the truth. Thus, I don’t think there’s any motive given for the brutal dismemberments, which is fine because I could barely be bothered to pay much attention, let alone care about what was going on by that point. The director, for some puzzling reason, paints the film in a hyper-blue that reeks of film school incompetence. I would probably suggest following a viewing of this shit with Kieslowski’s magnificent Blue just to give the color a better frame of reference.

I recall little of Freaky Friday, but I have little doubt that Lohan performed better there than she did with I Know Who Killed Me. I guess in someone’s mind the fact that Aubrey and Dakota both have that raspy martini-soaked Lindsay Lohan voice (even though one of the girls is a goodie-goodie) and even the same hairstyle and fake color would make the identity confusion more plausible. It’s also worth mentioning that Lohan is the only stripper in the joint who remains fully clothed throughout her dance, though I think everyone with access to a computer has seen her naked. These puzzlements just further draws in one’s confusion as to the purpose of this fiasco. Certainly, Lohan could have found a better project to shed her child star image (if she hadn’t already done so in the tabloids). Perhaps there's some meta level of appreciation in Lindsay Lohan trying to save the good girl version of herself, but ood luck trying to find anything worth salvaging in I Know Who Killed Me; my efforts proved futile.

I Know Who Killed Me began an unintentional double-feature with the film Pretty Things (Les jolies choses) with the lovely Marion Cotillard, the front-runner in this year's Best Actress race for La Vie en rose, also playing dual roles. I really had no idea what to make of Pretty Things going in, aside from my adoration of Cotillard (particularly in a dual role) and the potential for provocation as being adapted from a novel by Virginie Despentes, director of the dreadful Baise-moi. If nothing else, Pretty Things became much needed reassurance that I should quit holding actors on a pedestal. As wonderful as Cotillard was in La vie en Rose and as effective as she may be here, no grand artist would have ever allowed themselves to be part of such manure. Pretty Things was the much-needed ice-cold shower that I needed to unseat the golden calves that are actors.