Sunday, September 13, 2009

Review - Taking Woodstock

Dazed and Confused

Taking Woodstock

Score: 9,0

Woodstock. Ang Lee. Imelda Staunton. Emile Hirsch. Liev Schreiber. It couldn’t go wrong. Well, it wasn’t really what I expected. I loved the preview, I found it very interesting and different than the usual. Ang Lee is a great director. I love Sense and Sensitivity, Brokeback Mountain and The Ice Storm. We can forget about Hunting Tiger, Couching Dragon… He shows lots of sensibility in his work. The silent scenes, soft music, stares and gestures, all these are very characteristic from the Asian cinema, and his productions too. He makes a blend between both Eastern and Western conceptions.

The film is about Elliot Tiber, played by Demitri Martin, who’s famous for his standup comedy, a young interior designer who gives up his ambitions in the big city in order to help his parents with their motel. In Brazil motels generally have round beds, a mirror on the ceiling, they charge per hour and they're used for other ends, if you know what I mean… There’s something interesting about these three characters. Demetri is 36, and he plays this guy who’s on his early 20’s. His parents are played by Imelda Staunton and Henry Goodman (that I didn’t know before) and they look older than they actually are. And it works. It reminded of those teenager’s TV shows like The OC and 90210, where the teenagers have 25 and their parents 35. In this case it doesn't work quite well...

Demitri, I mean, Elliot gives up his career to help his avaricious mother and his passive father. They try to improve the motel, but they can’t get a loan. So he decides to use the place to host a music festival, with an audience almost totally composed by hippies, world wide famous nowadays, to get the money they need. Despite having most of the town against them, they get the support from Live Schreiber, as Wilma, a transvestite ex-Marine responsible for security, Emile Hirsch as Billy, a disturbed recently returned Vietnam vet, and Max, played by American Pie’s dad Eugene Levy, who also rents his farm to host the concerts.

Despite the mixed reviews the picture has got so far, I really enjoyed it. But I won’t lie, I expected to see a little about the concerts, not only the preparations. But to portray Hendrix, Janis Joplin, The Who, Joan Baez or Joe Cocker could be risky too. Unless they used real footages from that period, like it was done in Milk, for example. I was taking a look at the list of the performances on the festival, and it must have been f****** awesome! Even though I’m not really close to the hygienic hippies, or weed, or acids… But the screenplay was based on an autobiographic book by the real Elliot, and it was just about the backstages, so I guess it’s ok.

As Ang is really good in what he does, he wouldn’t allow his film become a dump. The performances are good, specially Imelda’s, who’s brilliant as the hard-fisted sulky mother, always running with a broom so the shameless hippies would cover themselves. In my opinion she should be recognized and at least be nominated for awards as supporting actress. After losing an Oscar to Hillary Swank she deserves to be rewarded somehow, and she is a brilliant British actress and is much worshiped.

Critics have criticized the theatrical troupe that lives in Elliot’s barn, which is really ridiculous by the way. They think it’s appellative because of the nudity and all. Let’s face it, the 60’s, hippies, weeds, LSD, filth, nonsense and nudity are all in the same context. There’s no way to talk about one of them hiding another. The criticism also goes to Liev, who’s supposedly “too hunky” too play a transvestite. But a war vet and security at Woodstock would never be any skinny queen. And it was based on a real person. There must be a description of her in the book, and the production must have studied all the character before choosing the cast.

Anyway, I don’t have much else to say besides I liked it and would love to watch it again. It was one of the movies presented at Cannes, and Emile Hirsch showed up on his skateboard and wearing almost the same clothes he used during his flight from LA. Charming kid… It didn’t have the same bad reaction as Inglourious Basterds, but it hasn’t been as successful in the box offices as Inglorious, which is the greatest box office success on a premiere in Tarantino’s career by the way. Go figure… I was also even more interested to see Woodstock’s concerts. I’ll check some DVDs and documentaries as soon as school gives me a rest.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Review - Inglorious Basterds

Oh, My God! They Killed Kenny!

Inglourious Basterds

Score: 6,5

Tarantino is one of my favorite current directors. Besides the main theme war/holocaust has already bored me, it was no sacrifice to watch his new production. I knew that he would come up with an interesting way to talk about the subject. And I wasn’t wrong. He defined it as a spaghetti western with a World War II iconography. The film is really interesting and the stories catch our attentions. We barely feel the two hours and a half pass by. So you may ask why my score was kinda low. Ok, there’s an explanation. I will talk about it. Follow me!

Well, the picture has two different stories that cross and finally meet at one point. Let’s get acquainted to them:
#1 – At the Nazi occupied France a Jew family is hidden in one farm in the countryside, but they’re found by the German Jew-hunter Hans Landa, that Tarantino wanted to be played by Leonardo DiCaprio. I really like him, I believe he’s a great actor, but I wonder how it would be Leo speaking German, French and Italian... The role was played by Austrian actor Christoph Waltz, who won the best actor prize at Cannes. Anyway, just one girl escaped. Sometime later she’s in Paris using the name Emmanuelle Mimieux as an alias, owns a movie theater, and is desired by a German soldier, played by Daniel Brühl, that kid from Goodbye Lenin, and in a way he forces her to host at her movie theater the launch of a Nazi picture, with the presence of important Nazi authorities, including Hitler.

#2 – An alternative army called Inglourious Basterds and lead by Brad Pitt hunts scalps from Nazi Germans. These scenes are really, really pleasant… They have several allies including Frenchmen, Americans, Englishmen and a famous German actress played by Diane Kruger, who played also Helena in Troy and reminded me of Demi Moore. But I knew it wasn’t her… Tarantino wanted Nastassja Kinski for this role at first. With Diane’s help, they try to create a plan to kill Hitler in the Nazi movie premiere and win the war.

Despite the stories be completely untrue and do not portray the real facts that happened during the period, they are interesting. You might still be asking about the score… Ok. I believe this is the movie with more ups and downs that I have ever seen. The credits in the very beginning are extremely boring. And they last forever! It’s only yellow words in a black background. After that we can see things happen and we get involved. The picture has a great sense of humour. Hilarious at some parts and it counts a lot. On the other hand there is too much violence. Tarantino’s violence obsession is beyond pathological. At least half of the cast from his movies get killed.

There are long scenes that combine black comedy and thriller. They are awesome. One of the best of the whole picture is the one at a tavern, but I actually didn’t like the ending of it. The whole cast is superb. The Austrian actor won the best actor prize but the one who got my attention was Brad Pitt. Besides becoming an underestimated actor for being an extremely attractive man, he always proved to me he was a good actor since Thelma and Louise and The Twelve Monkeys. He’s one of the few Hollywood actors who did three great performances in a row. Burn After Reading, Benjamin Button and this one. Three completely different roles, but just like Burn After Reading, he shows here all his comedy skills.

Diane also surprised me. I didn’t know she was that good. I only saw her in Troy, and I don’t remember seen her acting ever since. I also want to see more from her boyfriend, Joshua Jackson from Dawson’s Creek. He was the best actor in the bunch along with Michelle Williams. But the picture loses all the humor in its last third part, and that really bothered me. Tarantino exaggerated in his already famous sadism and I couldn’t laugh this time. It was really over the top. I guess that's why it wasn’t really well received in Cannes, so he changed the edition before releasing it on theaters. But even so I couldn’t appreciate it very much. I would like to see the first version to find out the improvements. If there were any…

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

I guess...

My sign is cancer.
But I don’t believe in horoscope.
I always attended the same school.
It only changed when I moved to another city.
But then I came back to the same one.
I was in the volleyball team.
Used to hate Chemistry and Physics.
I love History and Geography.
I attended undergraduate school.
I graduated.
I made a lot of friends.
I lost touch with most of them.
I never learned to bike.
Or whistle.
I fighted a few times.
I learned to control myself.
I remember my childhood a lot.
But I would never comeback if I could.
I hate giving explanations.
I can handle myself on my own.
I love freedom.
But I’m no libertine...
I talk alone.
I think walking around my place.
I look totally crazy doing it.
My mom gets irritated.
She gets dizzy.
I wanted to be an actor.
I wanted to be a dentist.
I wanted to be a diplomat.
I wanted to go to the Olympic Games.
I used to cry a lot.
I used to be fearful.
I love scary movies.
I can lie like no other.
I have movie scripts written in my head.
I just need to write them down.
I may look cranky.
I’m more caring than I look.
I have several nicknames.
I won’t tell any...
I’m creative.
I travel in my imagination.
Just like Bobby’s World or Muppet Babies.
But I’m still aware of everything around me.
I love old cartoons.
I don’t like the new ones.
I love rain.
And rainy days.
I sleep in turbulences.
I sleep when I drink.
I don’t feel offended easily.
Sometimes I should.
I hide what I feel.
I can’t talk about it.
I step aside from the ones I dislike.
Or who disappoints me.
I can memorize easily.
I take to long to make a start.
I love music.
But I generally don’t like songs in Portuguese.
I love musicals.
I can dance.
But I never do.
I hate asking.
I hate reading.
I hate talking on the phone.
I create moments listening to music.
I collect things.
I can’t get rid of them.
I feel like I need to be nice.
I’d rather feel bad than making others feel bad.
I can’t really notice when people is taking advantage of me.
I help even who doesn’t treat me well.
I hate hearing my voice.
Or seeing me on video.
I just lose things when I need them right away.
I’m sarcastic.
And ironic.
I can spend a whole day reading maps.
I once knew all the capitals of the world.
I love curiosities.
I’m from the northeast of Brazil.
I love my accent.
I hate localism.
I believe patriotism is much more relevant.
I can’t see myself coming back to my hometown.
I hate being nervous.
I never think I’m stressed.
Until my body gives the signs.
I can’t pull a subject with people I don’t know.
Even when everything goes wrong and I act like losing hope,
I know everything is gonna be alright.
I try to get used to the unavoidable.
I believe frustration is the worst feeling.
I can’t plan anything.
I hate cigarettes.
Or drugs.
I hate getting out of my normal behavior.
I’m only disposed at night.
I can’t sleep before midnight.
I love the 80’s.
I’m an encyclopedia of useless culture.
I laugh recalling things that have happened before.
Or could’ve happened.
I feel ashamed for others.
I love being alone.
I love cooking.
I love sports.
I can’t live without internet.
I’ve seen a lot of TV.
I don’t even turn it on now.
I’m less organized than I think.
I hate being the center of attention.
I talk low.
I don’t talk much.
My dad hates it.
I’m not exactly shy.
I used to bite my arm when I was angry.
I don’t do it anymore.
I've been more impacient.
I used to be scared of injections.
The other kids didn’t like me.
I don’t really know why.
Or maybe I do...
I was born to the arts.
I’m extremely normal.
I guess...


Hello!

Hi everyone! I had this blog for about 3 years, I guess. It used to be in Portuguese, my native language, but since I have so many friends who are not familiar with it, I decided to create a new space, exactly as the other one, but in English, so I can have more people sharing their opinions about the things I write. I hope it works and everyone enjoys it!