Beauty Lie Frozen (Weekly Links)

Anna gives Kristoff the cold shoulder: Frozen.

Anna gives Kristoff the cold shoulder: Frozen.

Links to reviews I wrote this week for the Herald and Seattle Weekly, and etc.

Frozen. “This time, the sisters are doing it for themselves.”

Oldboy. “The plot is generally followed but the edges are smoother.”

Philomena. “Succeeds in distinguishing itself from the average weepie.”

Homefront. “The movie isn’t Tennessee Williams material, even if James Franco plays it that way.”

The Great Beauty. “I liked the movie’s visual feast, but I wasn’t entirely convinced about the soul-searching.”

Camille Claudel 1915. “Perhaps the most adventurous movie star alive right now.”

The Armstrong Lie. “A portrait of an extremely strange man.”

Sunday, Dec. 1, I’ll be giving a couple of curator tours during the final day of “Celluloid Seattle” at the Museum of History & Industry. Times are 11 and 1. Check the MOHAI website for updates. Even if you can’t make the tour, come see the show in its final days!

And while you’re at MOHAI, pick up a new catalog for the exhibit. It looks like this:

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Movie Diary 11/26/2013

To the Wonder (Terrence Malick, 2013). I can think of many problems with this movie, but one glaring issue stands out: no dinosaurs.

The Great Beauty (Paolo Sorrentino, 2013). Variation on La dolce vita, with Toni Servillo (who was great in Sorrentino’s Il Divo) as a partying journalist who gazes at his life in Rome and wonders, I suppose, about the meaning of it all. Easy on the eyes, maybe too easy. (full review 11/29)

Our Nixon (Penny Lane, 2013). The home movies of Haldeman, Erlichman, and Dwight Chapin, woven together for an oddly compelling portrait of the Watergate years. Interesting idea, although the movie still needs the connective tissue of the Oval Office tapes and news stories. Still, good stuff.

Bringing Up Baby (Howard Hawks, 1938). Terrence Malick could take a cue from this movie: excellent dinosaur. Other peculiar creatures, too.

Camille Claudel 1915 (Bruno Dumont, 2013). Juliette Binoche is typically gutsy in this snapshot of the artist’s life. Dumont is gentler in his approach than in previous films, although the final scenes are sufficiently devastating. (full review 11/29)

Mud (Jeff Nichols, 2013). Yes, this is the best film from this director thus far. I still have complaints. Major good thing though: strong sense of place.

Her (Spike Jonze, 2013). Joaquin Phoenix, frequently talking to himself (or to the Operating System he falls for). Jonze scripted. That might have a lot to do with how much you stay with this movie.

16 Notes on the “Like a Rolling Stone” Video

by Robert Horton

1. You are free to debate whether “Like a Rolling Stone” is the best song of the last 50 years, but it is certainly the Catcher in the Rye of pop music. On the one hand it’s about a specific kiss-off from one person to another, on the other hand it’s about everything in the world.

2. The “Like a Rolling Stone” video is the work of director Vania Heymann for the Israeli company Interlude. It consists of 16 different channels, which the viewer can click through at random. On each channel, the people onscreen are lip-synching the song; one channel is a live Dylan performance from the mid-Sixties, shot by D.A. Pennebaker.

3. Some of the channels are fictional but strongly resemble actual programs; a cable-news channel, kiddie animation, a home shopping network, a cooking show. They are immaculately done. Other channels are actual shows that participated in the project: Drew Carey hosting “The Price Is Right,” the HGTV show “Property Brothers,” the History Channel’s “Pawn Stars.”

4. The video, which looks like a bona fide round of channel-surfing circa 2013, uncannily complements Dylan’s song almost a half-century after its release. The song, with its incantatory words and series of anthem-ready rising chords, is a rallying cry for authenticity. Rolling it across a flowing stream of media filler is exactly what channel-surfing deserves.

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5. It would be interesting enough, but too easy by half, if the song were playing over randomly-selected clips from TV shows. But everybody’s lip-synching to Bob Dylan’s voice. It is as though the thing you always wished would happen when you turn on the television, that people would stop kidding you and would actually say something real, were happening on every channel.

6. In that sense, it may be the greatest five minutes about Media World (which is to say, the World) since the moment Nada slipped on the special sunglasses in They Live and began seeing what was actually going on.

7. And yet the effect isn’t heavy-handed. It’s just a gimmick, a clever device, a goof, right? The performers don’t hammer home any particular coincidences between the lyrics and the concept (although the home-shopping lady—who is superb—does gesture to the Dust Buster she’s selling when “as you gaze into the vacuum of his eyes” goes past; too close to a direct pun, but you have to work hard to find it amongst the channel-flipping, so let’s give it a pass). In fact the performers are very good at maintaining the pitch of whatever program they are on—sobriety and meaningful pauses for the news announcer, vapid sincerity or catty dishing on a “Bachelor”-esque reality show.

8. I laughed at various times while watching and re-watching the video, but the effect isn’t merely funny. It is eerie, mysterious, and often chilling. And so there are moments when you will feel that you are watching a George Romero movie, because the pile-on of different tones is simultaneously hilarious and terrifying.

9. The fact that the video equates the evening news and 24-hour financial information with home shopping and a Marc Maron podcast avoids obviousness because those things are already equated every hour of the day. That’s just TV with a remote control.

10. Watching the video a few times, you will develop favorites. The “Property Brothers” segment is remarkable, a real TV show that gamely went along with the premise. Drew and Jonathan Scott are good sports, and their male-model blankness—who can say how knowing they are here?—is neither exaggerated nor disavowed. The automatons on screen are matched by the uselessly busy camerawork and cutting, an exact re-creation of the real thing. I claim no high ground here; HGTV’s “House Hunters International” is a regular part of the evening’s wind-down in my household. “How does it feel?” It feels like Amsterdam would be a cool place to live.

11. But my favorite is Look TV, which looks made up but is apparently an actual thing. It features a show called “Fashion In and Out,” although this is interrupted by a promo for the inane MTV2 series “Girl Code.” The host of “Fashion In and Out” is Victoria Floethe. I assumed she was an actress, which shows you how behind I am on watching actual fashion-related television. (Victoria Floethe’s work can be sampled on Look TV’s channel on YouTube, which includes a short piece on “What to Do If Your Man Smells,” which is actually titled “What to Do If Your Man Smells w/Victoria Floethe,” which sounds much worse. For the record, her advice includes getting him to take a shower or use deodorant.) Victoria Floethe embodies what is great about the “Like a Rolling Stone” video. Her address to the camera is dead-on and vacuous, and the unflappable Ms. Floethe appears to be fully in on the subversion.

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12. The ability to change channels really gives the sense that everybody is agreed on the same vaguely apocalyptic idea. For instance, that thinking you’ve got it made and exchanging all precious gifts are activities that might be inaccessible to you very, very soon, because everybody on TV is giving the same warning. Even Victoria Floethe. Flipping on just the right beat from a sportscaster to rapper Danny Brown is exhilarating.

13. I haven’t watched all of them; only a few seconds of the cartoon, and if there’s anything beyond the surface of the Marc Maron segment, I haven’t seen it yet. The elusiveness of the video adds to its epic quality.

14. The effect is a renewed appreciation for the song—and, I suppose, a new awareness of the song for a younger generation, blah, blah. But the song does stand re-appreciated for its utter clarity and its call to arms. It lays bare all of the people and channels we see during the video, and by extension all the channels that are like this, which is all of them. And the X-ray is pointed at you, of course, because we’re watching this shit too.

15. The video is released to coincide with the promotion of a big new Dylan box set, containing all the albums or some damn thing. Is that the only reason it came out the week of the 50th anniversary of the Kennedy assassination? Because the timing was spooky, as the two events seemed to talk back and forth to each other, providing a ghostly index of how much has changed/hasn’t changed during the last five decades.

16. I read a couple of stories about the video to find out more about it. There are people who don’t get the thing, or assume it means Bob Dylan has sold out to MTV (is it still possible to do that?), or is pandering to millennials because interactivity is supposed to be the form of the young. But I’m glad I read about it, because I found this quote from Drew Carey, the host of “The Price Is Right” and thus a participant in the project. The Wall Street Journal (and who would know more about thinking that you’ve got it made than the Wall Street Journal?) quotes Drew Carey thusly: ” ‘The Price is Right’ is like wallpaper to most people…and every show in the video is like that … It’s this series of channels and figures that you graze on your whole life, and all of a sudden they start talking to you and telling you the truth.” The host of “The Price Is Right” just nailed it by saying something real. The world might have changed right then. Bob Dylan moves in mysterious ways.

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The video is at Bob Dylan’s website.

Hunger Blue (Weekly Links)

Exarchopoulos and Seydoux: Blue Is the Warmest Color

The real hunger games: Exarchopoulos and Seydoux, Blue Is the Warmest Color

Links to reviews I wrote this week for the Herald and Seattle Weekly, and etc.

The Hunger Games: Catching Fire. “Manages to sustain some momentum as it goes along – in no small part thanks to Lawrence’s complete commitment to the pulpy material.”

Blue Is the Warmest Color. “Needs its three hours to allow us to live in Adele’s world and know its contours.”

Nebraska. “Might just make you remember why you go to the movies.”

Delivery Man. “Could someone please save Vince Vaughn’s career from itself?”

We’ve got a catalog for the “Celluloid Seattle” exhibit at the Museum of History & Industry. Check it out and pick one up, folks:

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Earlyish warning: Sunday, Dec. 1, I’ll be giving a couple of curator tours during the final day of “Celluloid Seattle” at MOHAI. Times are 11 and 1. Check the MOHAI website for updates.

Movie Diary 11/21/2013

Oldboy (Spike Lee, 2013). Look, I just signed a non-disclosure agreement to not reveal plot points about the remake of a movie that came out 10 years ago.  The stuff about the childhood sled was unexpected, however. Everything else is in the vault, man.(full review 11/27)

Frozen (Jennifer Lee, Chris Buck, 2013). Disney’s new one is going to make fans happy. Maybe not quite Tangled happy, but happy. (full review 11/27)

Movie Diary 11/20/2013

Homefront (Gary Fleder, 2013). Perhaps the advertising campaign did not make it clear enough, so allow me: This film is scripted by Sylvester Stallone. Therefore, please understand that when Jason Statham is hit in the head with a length of re-bar, he will register few of the effects of such a blow and come back at you even if you’ve tied him up in a meth lab. Plus he’s protecting his daughter, so this time it’s personal. The movie has Louisiana locations, Winona Ryder, and James Franco as the villain. Happy Thanksgiving, y’all. (full review 11/27)

Movie Diary 11/19/2013

Philomena (Stephen Frears, 2013). True story with its roots in the Irish Catholic nunneries and the devastating fallout for one unwed mother who landed in their realm. The movie’s got a lot of craft – from Judi Dench and Steve Coogan, and from Frears – and there’s something to be said for that. (full review 11/27)

Movie Diary 11/18/2013

The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (Francis Lawrence, 2013). The shaky-cam is gone. That’s a good start. (full review 11/22)

In a World… (Lake Bell, 2013). Credible directing debut for the actress, and, no question, a fun cast has been assembled.

Easy Living (Mitchell Leisen, 1937). A fur coat drops on Jean Arthur as she rides the open-air bus, and a delightful Preston Sturges-penned situation ensues. It’s good to see this every few years.

The Treasure of Silver Lake (Harald Reinl, 1962) and Chingachcook: The Great Snake (Richard Grosschop, 1967). The first is a West German Western, based on a Karl May novel; the latter is an East German adaptation of Fenimore Cooper. Both films foreground the Indian characters, although Lex Barker is imported for Silver Lake as the buckskin-clad May hero Old Shatterhand. It’s a really vigorous piece of moviemaking, and I hope Quentin Tarantino has seen it, because it would flip his lid. Chingachcook is the second in the very popular series of DEFA-produced Westerns, starring Gojko Mitic, who played the Native American roles and became a huge star because of them (the Americans are the capitalist oppressors, the Indians the sympathetic heroes).

Darlings, Bastards, Sunlight, God (Weekly Links)

Future Beats: Ben Foster, Daniel Radcliffe, Dane DeHaan, Jack Huston in Kill Your Darlings

Future Beats: Ben Foster, Daniel Radcliffe, Dane DeHaan, Jack Huston in Kill Your Darlings

Links to reviews I wrote this week for the Herald and Seattle Weekly, and etc.

Bastards. “A terse, elliptical, and ultimately horrifying method that withholds as much information as it doles out.”

Kill Your Darlings. “Conventional kind of melodrama.”

Sunlight Jr. “The misfortune of having been born with the notable absence of a silver spoon anywhere in the vicinity.”

God Loves Uganda. “A lucid and appalling portrait of the modern missionary movement.”

This afternoon, November 15, the talkers of Framing Pictures convene at the Northwest Film Forum for another session of movie conversation. Topics set for consideration include Claire Denis’ new Bastards, Abdellatif Kechiche’s Cannes-winning Blue Is the Warmest Color, some reconsideration of The Counselor – and what you’d like to discuss. See you at 5 p.m. for this free event.

Sunday November 17 we’ll look into “A Magic-Loving Cinema: Myth and Legend in German Film,” a free talk in the Magic Lantern series at the Frye Art Museum. Perhaps in considering films such as Fritz Lang’s Die Nibelungen and Wolfgang Petersen’s The Neverending Story we’ll find out what H.G. Wells means when he coined the phrase “dear old magic-loving Germany” (in a negative review of Metropolis). 2 p.m.; more info here.

Movie Diary 11/13/2013

McQ (John Sturges, 1974). The Duke tears it up in Seattle, doing a Dirty Harry knock-off, albeit one with a reduced sense of urgency. There’s professionalism on display here (especially from John Wayne), but quite a bit of half-heartedness, too. Swell 70s-jazzy score by Elmer Bernstein. If you’re curious about stuntwork, the movie has a flipping-car stunt on a beach, about which there’s a hilarious story in the late Hal Needham’s memoir – he practiced the gag and broke his back and six ribs when his car went 30 feet in the air after an explosive device proved a little too potent. At this screening (a tie-in with the Museum of History & Industry’s “Celluloid Seattle” exhibit) we had some nice memories offered by the family of Dick Friel, who played a supporting role in the film.