Sunday, August 28, 2005

Closer to Closer

This weekend I spent alot of my time watching plays. Lucky for me, Halifax is full of accessible theatre options in the summer months. My favourite presentation was the Saturday production of Closer. If anyone remembers, I named the recent film version of this play as one of my 5 best films of 2004. I also gave kudos to Clive Owen and props to Natalie Portman for their outstanding performances in the piece. My opportunity to see the play gave clearer insight to the story and strengthened my love for the film.

Written by Patrick Marber in the late 90s, Closer was a stage hit in London before tackling Broadway. Owen was featured on the English stage but in the role of Dan whereas in the film he was Larry. Larry continues to be the most magnetic character even in the simple presentation I saw Saturday. Using sparse black staging, the Genesis Theatre version put the focus on the characters. This story is meant to be delivered this way. The play is more thematically whole than the film because the Alice storyline comes full circle. The play is also more explicit in the unravelling of the narrative - an element that is important on the stage to maintain coherence and one that was appropriately muddied on the screen.

It goes without saying that the local cast does not hold up to the star version. In fact, I found the live performance to be a tad stilted, thereby harming the emotional rawness that was so powerful in the movie. In particular, the actress playing Alice chose to be more aloof and never shed a tear. But for me, it is Portman's tears that bring the most tragedy. Still, with such difficult material, the Canadian crew deftly carried the bulk of it. The chat room scene between Dan and Larry was exquisite to watch.

As a first presentation for a fledgling company, Closer is an ambitious choice. The experience was also the most stripped-down theatre production I have seen. But the lure of the name and the opportunity to see live actors deliver the sharp and biting dialogue got me into the seat. Closer has become one of my plays to see anytime it is presented. In the meantime, I can sit at home and watch the movie again.

Saturday, August 27, 2005

The Brothers Grimm - movie review

Once upon a time my mother chose the movies that my brother and I got to enjoy. Since that time, my mother has occassionally questioned her movie-selection abilities in my youth ("maybe Raiders was a little scary for a 10-year-old") but I can only thank her for her sound judgement. I grew up with a healthy dose of creative film-making placed before me. It was, afterall, a time when adventurous story-telling and spectacular visuals were in their prime. It was the age of early Spielberg and Lucas adventure yarns (Star Wars, Indiana Jones). It was the era of Jim Henson (Muppets, Labyrinth, The Dark Crystal). And, it was when I was introduced to Terry Gilliam through a film called Time Bandits.

Gilliam is most noted for his work with Monty Python. Monty Python films are the celluloid equivalent of music groups like Meatloaf, Cream, and Steve Miller. I became aware of the them in highschool and they have held a nostalgia-fueled entertainment quality ever since. Luckily, MP is actually REALLY funny in a random and absurd way that is now only found in animated TV shows like Futurama and Family Guy. The fact that Gilliam was a Monty Python writer should give you some indication as to where his narrative direction lies. However, his humour is only part of the package as his interest in fairy-tale stories is most relevant to his recent endeavour - The Brothers Grimm - and brings us back to the aforementioned Bandits.

Time Bandits was released in 1981 and told the tale of a young boy who is swept away into a fight against "pure evil". The film weaves together myth (Theseus' battle with the Minotaur) and history (the Titanic's demise) as the boy travels through space and time. The film is also a sly comment on the necessity of wonderment and the treachery of modern convenience. In 1988, Gilliam brought us the bizarre Adventures of Baron Munchuasen and is primarily remembered for giving the world Uma Thurman (as Venus) but was based on the tales of a European folk hero. The Brothers Grimm falls somewhere between these two. It will never hold up as a classic like Bandits due to poor construction; but it surpasses Baron in wit and concept.

The film begins with a snapshot of the young Grimms and through the introduction of some "magic beans" lets us know who will be the believer and who will be the cynic. Jump 15 years to the future and the older Grimms - smooth-talking Will (Matt Damon) and quiet scholar Jacob (Heath Ledger) - are working the confidence game around French-occupied Germany. But it's when the Grimms are forced to solve the mystery of Marbeden's vanishing daughters that things really get interesting.

The film's early scenes feel like over-worked contrivances. However, they are carried by the pairing of Damon and Ledger who inject the right mix of winking-eye and character sincerity to keep you intrigued. The laboured set-up begins to pay-off once the story truly locates to the enchanted forest. The script was written by Ehren Kruger and he offers the same skill for tickling the audience's knowledge of the source material here as he did in Scream 3. Much of the film revolves around the incorporation of fairy-tale images, names, and motives. Kruger does a passable job of interweaving the stories into a single quest from which the Grimm's could have later distilled independent tales. In much the same way that last year's Van Helsing connected the big three horror villians, TBG brings elements of Little Red Riding Hood, Rumplestitlskin, Rapunzel, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, The Frog Prince, The Gingerbread Man, Hansel & Gretel and more into the show. And, like Helsing, you will either enjoy the experience or cry foul at its liberties. I chose to enjoy it.

Much of the joy is sustained by the visuals. Once again, Gilliam has used his penchant for the fantastic to strong effect in painting a children's book world. His use of colour and slow motion are particularly helpful. There is an old world charm that is presented that reminds you of the illustrations you used to see before Disney co-opted all the fairy tale characters. As well, Gilliam's dark side is firmly in place and the look is solidly designed with adults in mind. His twist on the typical female message of beauty beats all is striking. In this version, the quest of life-long beauty is exposed as a parlour trick that must be shattered - literally. The film's mixture of decadent details and menacing motives is a wonderful presentation of our beloved stories' genesis - especially since we all know that fairy tales were pretty nasty in their early days.

Where The Brothers Grimm fails is in the final execution. Flow is hampered by hatchet editing that appears to have deleted entire transition scenes. The use of digital effects is inconsistent and almost laughable at times. Because of these things the plot thickens but does not pleasantly congele. Instead it wiggles around and tries to hide some of its flaws with obvious sprinkles. A further disappointment is Peter Stormare, as Cavalli, who chews so much scenery it is surprising his scenes survive. Although Stormare is often the entertaining oddity in a film he goes too far here when Gilliam should have reined him in.

By the end, the happily ever after of TBG is not as sweet as it could have been. Although Gilliam has brought his signature to the piece it is shakily presented. Thus, this tale will never be beloved, but it reminds you of an age when creativity and colour had not withered from movie-making. It attempts to re-assert the power of wonder over the lure of the dollar and, if anything, may push some of us back to the library.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Vive la Difference!

Today I want to tell you about a wicked Halifax business: Video Difference. It is a video store that wins "The Best of Halifax" on a regular basis. It is, by word of mouth, considered the best video store ever. I got a free rental coupon at the Alfresco Filmfesto event (a showing of Ferris Bueller on the boardwalk) and thought that I should check the place out. It did not disappoint.

Video Difference is housed in a 3-storey building on the busy Quinpool Road. It's easy to find because of the giant neon sign that protudes from the building's facade towards the sky. Very cool. Most of the rentals are 7 days - including recent releases. They rent full box sets for $12.99 for the week! It's open 24 HOURS! They have the largest indie film collection in the maritimes and it shows. They have a full display of the AFI's 100 best films - a fantastic way to direct people to good cinema. Children's films are FREE from Sunday to Tuesday. And the fluorescent light is kept below blinding. The cashiers clean your DVD for you right on the spot before you leave. Hello, service!!

The store also has a strong community focus. It offers a variety of off-site film drop-off locations. It is a key sponsor of local events. Currently they are running a food drive that allows you to get a free rental if you bring in 4 canned goods. All in all, I think it is the best video store I've seen and they have secured my patronage for the year. Just thought I would let you all know.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Too Much Time on my Hands

Thanks to Kat, I was exposed to the fun-ness that is Yahoo Avatars. It's an addictive and useless form of entertainment. Today, I had oodles of hours to kill and decided to build my girlfriends in animated form. The results of my creative "genius" (lunacy?) are below.

Here are my friends (who I miss a bunch) as I remember them (if they were seductive cartoons that is!)

The Long-Time Gals
Nat ... Christine ... Cathy ... Nann ...


The Commerce Girls
Me ... Beth ... Jessica ... Chantal ...


The Cocktail Hags
Anne ... Jodi ... Cindy ... Trish ...

Friday, August 19, 2005

Red Eye - movie review

Matinees are the most decadent form of movie-viewing. Weekday matinees are particlarly so. Matinees that are solid viewing experiences are a treat. Red Eye fulfilled the bill this Friday afternoon. It's a tight, compact thriller that keeps its attention firmly on the task at hand and expends with any filler. That makes the movie short (89 minutes!) but still satisfying. I guess that truly does qualify it as an "afternoon delight".

Red Eye is the story of Lisa (Rachel McAdams), an accomplished concierge-of-sorts, who is taking the last night flight to Miami. There is a dangerous bump in the road when her seat partner, Jack (Cillian Murphy) turns out to have villianous intentions and coerces her (by threatening her father) into helping him achieve his deadly ends. But Lisa is not going to take this situation lightly! And so the simple story begins and sets in motion a series of constrained and tense exercises in control. These moments develop into a more generic cat-and-mouse game later in the film but still maintain their punch.

This "punchiness" is due to Wes Craven's direction. The acclaimed master of suspense and the father of the modern horror film presents his talent for sparse action here. By removing all the gory details, he crafts a realistic drama of threat and fear. The action is expertly carried off by McAdams and Murphy - an intense combination of rising star power. It's easy to get carried away in the incredible eyes of these two beautiful people and Craven uses many close-ups to put you in the face of their emotions. To be shot so intimately puts pressure the actors to be genuinely in the moment - there are no cheap cut-aways to side step reactions. The pair do not disappoint. At one point, McAdams quivers her lips so convincingly it's unsettling. And Murphy's subtle shifts between suave and sinister are captivating.

Red Eye breaks no new ground in the thriller genre. However, its execution is sincere and grounded in the elements of actual (rather than fantastic) fears. This material may have felt like a waste in the hands of other actors but Craven is well-served by his team and they ensure you'll keep your eyes open for this flight.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Cause the Sweater Vest is Hot!

Wednesdays are usually reserved for watching the "bottom three" try to save their asses on "Rock Star:INXS". But recently I've discovered the 30 minutes of pleasure that is "Naked Josh". Now before you get excited thinking I've generated some sort of sordid social life out here on the coast, let me clarify...
Josh is a made-in-Canada TV show that airs on Showcase on Wednesdays at 9pm. It's the story of Josh Gould, a sex anthropology professor in Montreal and the adventures he encounters in dating. It's a guy-based "Sex and the City" but in with only 8 episodes so far. This week, Showcase commenced the season all over again so I can watch it chronologically. That means Josh is up against the music for the next 8 weeks. It's gonna be a tough choice.

But really, I mean, look at him! Josh is the professor you dream about. He is the sweater-vested hottie that you encounter in the library. He is the rumple-haired sweetheart with a mouth that alternates between infectious smiles and articulate comments = so kissable! Which means my "Naked Josh" fixation is really a David Julian Hirsh crush but whatever. Like "Sex and the City" wasn't riding SJP's fashion coattails for the first few episodes! It's a good show. And promising Canadian content should be supported at all costs lest it never appear again!

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Surf's Up

I had to comment on this poster because its simple, blatant, sex-selling vibe is so intense it makes me laugh. I found the pic while perusing movie trailers (a passtime of mine that has been greatly enhanced by my recent laptop purchase). Into the Blue is a stupid thriller-slash-adventure film that pits the poster's hot bodies against a bad guy in the hunt for treasure buried in the ocean. Doesn't that sound fantastic? Aren't you just aching to go? No? Well, what if we dangle these abs in front of you? How you feeling about it now? That's what we thought.

This picture also allows the Summer of 2005 to be re-christened in posterity as: "The Jessica Bikini Trifecta" (yeah, I made that up - catchy, no?) The trio has been immortalized in the infamous two-piece as follows: Jessica Biel - Stealth, Jessica Simpson - Dukes of Hazzard, and now Jessica Alba - Into the Blue. Don't miss out on this special summer offer.

Continuing with the surfer theme ... the 2005 Teen Choice Awards were on TV tonight. In case you don't know, these awards are sponsored by "Teen People" magazine and allow teens to vote on a variety of "choice" categories. It's a ceremony where only the winning nominee shows up to collect. Then he/she receives a surf board to take home - possibly the dumbest award prize EVAH! But anyway, these accolades of teen-taste were delivered tonight and, like a junkie in a poppy field, I had to watch.

The most obvious comment is the extreme mixed messages the program sends. There is an auditorium full of screaming youth. The voters have crowned Chad Michael Murray (aka - manchild extraordinaire) and Rachel Bilson (aka - the Neutragena girl) as the "Choice Hotties". And then, the PUSSYCAT DOLLS (a group created as a retro-burlesque act!) take the stage to sing that song about wishing your G-friend was a bigger ho. Hmmm....

Other highlights?
Watching all the "grown-up" winners (a good percentage of them men over 6 feet) having to bend down to the kiddie-sized microphone like they're at a grade school water fountain.

Jon Heder (aka - Napoleon Dynamite) telling the hysterical crowd to "Shut up" at three different points.

Ashton Kutcher's acceptance speech. The guy has won the MOST surf boards in TCA history and this time he invited a random guy from the audience on stage to read his remarks. It was cute, genuine, and appropriate. You know, I really want to hate Kutcher but this year he keeps doing things that make it impossible.

And finally, my fave Canucks shone again. Ryan Gosling, Rachel McAdams and The Notebook made a clean sweep of the romance and drama categories. Once again, Rachel did the talking and flashed her radiant smile. Once again, Ryan was sporting a Darfur shirt. The twist? The duo was introduced by fellow Canadian Ryan Reynolds who swapped sexy spit with Rachel once she took the stage. It's an honest mistake - two hottie Canadian men on the stage the same time? Both named Ryan? Both with rugged facial hair? Let's just leave it on that note...

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Thanking My Lucky Stars

I've only been alone in Halifax for a week. However, the alone-ness I experience is nullified on the weekends. Why? Because I actually have a contact in this city (actually, more than one - shout out to Myriam) due to my involvement in a certain youth program. It has happened that dear Laura (the lovely blond in the black top) lives in this city AND she has been more than welcoming in her invites. So, for two Saturdays in a row, I have had the good fortune of hanging with Laura and going out with her marvelous roomies A and C and the "random man" who was visiting them at the time. We hit the Pogue Fado for both nights and it was a blast. Leave it to me to chat up the MBA from Ontario. It takes one to find one, I guess. At least it is all good times ... even if I am all theory (and therefore full of B.S.) right A? Better yet, it gets me out of my apartment and into the Halifax nightlife and I couldn't ask for anything for more! (ok, an MBA from HFX might help ;).