31st Jul2011

Thumbs Up, Soldier!

by Mr. Joseph

I paid a visit to the movies today for the first time in a couple of weeks, and I knew exactly what I wanted to go see. I may have missed out last weekend, but I was bound and determined to check it out this time. Today, I went to go see Captain America: The First Avenger. The Paramount Pictures/Marvel Studios production – rated PG-13 – stars Chris Evans, Tommy Lee Jones, Hugo Weaving, Hayley Atwell, Sebastian Stan, Dominic Cooper, Neal McDonough, Derek Luke, and Stanley Tucci. The movie is meant to to serve as the final tentpole in next year’s superhero blockbuster The Avengers. It’s known by many comic book fans, but not so much by everyone else outside of the imagery itself. Will this be the strong tentpole like Iron Man and Thor, our would it be a bit wobbly like Iron Man 2? Only one way to tell for sure.

The movie begins in present-day, where a couple of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are summoned because someone found what looks to be an airship buried in the Arctic. Upon further investigation, they find a red, white, and blue artifact iced over in the wreckage. The movie then shifts to Tønsberg, Norway in 1942, where Nazi officer Johann Schmidt (Hugo Weaving) is searching for a tesseract which will provide the ultimate power for the ultimate weapon. Meanwhile, in a time where people are being drafted for service, Steve Rogers (Chris Evans) is trying to enlist in the Army for the fifth time. Unfortunately, he is rejected just like the other times due to his health and physical issues. Meeting up with his old friend James "Bucky" Barnes (Sebastian Stan), they attend the Stark Expo being presented by Howard Stark (Dominic Cooper) and Rogers again attempts to re-enlist. This time, he is greeted by a German defector named Dr. Abraham Erskine (Stanley Tucci). Erskine sees something in the frail, sickly Rogers and allows him to join. During boot camp, he meets Colonel Chester Phillips (Tommy Lee Jones) and Agent Peggy Carter (Hayley Atwell) of the Strategic Scientific Reserve; where Col. Phillips is nonplussed at the miniature recruit, Carter sees something that Dr. Erskine saw as well. Rogers is selected to be the recipient of the scientific Super Soldier Serum. The procedure is a success, but it comes at a high cost, and the movie takes off from there.

So, what worked in this film? Well, for starters, the idea to place the bulk of the film during World War II was nothing short of a stroke of genius. Certain movies work well in the element it’s supposed to be in, and Captain America is definitely this movie. In fact, I think it’s one of the few Marvel movies that won’t work well in a modern-day setting. The character of Captain America is so keenly based in the ’40s, that it would feel awkward to tell his origin story in any other time. Chris Evans does a fantastic job of playing Steve Rogers as a man of character and great conviction, and it really shows in his portrayal of the frail Rogers. Now, there have been multiple stories on how Evans played the frail Rogers, but it was great how he did it. The rest of the cast performed admirably, and I really love how they actually treated Carter with respect instead of treating her like "some dame." I really loved Hugo Weaving in this; his character sounded muted and calm, but his actions certainly spoke louder than words.

What didn’t work? Well, not much, and the little bit that didn’t seems a bit petty. For starters, where I loved frail Steve Rogers, I only liked healthy Steve Rogers. I understand why he played him like he did, but the frail Steve was more convincing to me. Another thing was the score. Don’t get me wrong, the score was great; my problem was that it was a bit overstated at times. In the grand scheme of things, both are minor gripes. Another problem I have doesn’t come from the movie itself, but to some people who complain about how they handled the multiracial Howling Commandos. Just a quick bit about the Howling Commandos, they’re an elite Army battalion comprising of a Brit, an Irishman, a Frenchman, a Black man, and a Japanese man. Most people aren’t complaining, but there are some people who are saying that the inclusion of Derek Luke is an insult to the brave black soldiers of WWII. To them, I say, shut up. It’s a work of fiction; get over it, and get over yourselves.

The movie was directed by Joe Johnston, and he does a spectacular job of directing the stuff during the 40s. In fact, some of the best stuff takes place in the 40s. That shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise; one of Joe Johnston’s best films is the grossly underrated The Rocketeer. It’s kind of difficult to say how he directs the modern day stuff, because it comprises the totality of about 20 minutes of screen time, but it’s rather immaterial in the grand scheme of things. The point is, he makes it work. Alan Silvestri did the score for the movie, and I’ve already discussed how I feel about it.

All in all, I really did love this movie. Everything worked well, and the movie was certainly a sum of its parts. It looked beautiful, it sounded beautiful, and it was a good time. So, with that in mind, I’m gonna consider this movie to be 4.5 times More Epic Than Love Jones. The only reason it didn’t get a full 5 was due to the fact that I got bored with the score. Other than that, it was definitely worth the price of admission, and it’s definitely serves as a wonderful setup for The Avengers next year.

Bravo Zulu, Captain!

03rd Jul2011

Gone Dark

by Mr. Joseph

With the 4th of July weekend upon us, what better way to celebrate than to go to the movies and watch stuff get blowed up real good? There’s isn’t, so that’s what I did. Yesterday, my wife and I took in Transformers: Dark of the Moon. The Paramount film, rated PG-13, stars Shia LaBoeuf, Josh Duhamel, John Turturro, Tyrese Gibson, Rosie Huntington-Whitely, Patrick Dempsey, John Malkovich, Frances McDormand, and the voices of Peter Cullen, Hugo Weaving, Leonard Nimoy, Charles Adler, Jess Harnell, and Frank Welker. Reading the novelization of this movie gave me such joy and hope for the film. Then, I read the reviews. Which way would I lean on this? Let’s find out.

The film begins with a battle on Cybertron being narrated by Optimus Prime (Peter Cullen). He explains that a shuttle piloted by Sentinel Prime (Leonard Nimoy) that had untold technology was leaving Cybertron when it was attacked and left to drift aimlessly through space. It ends up crashing on the moon in 1961, which kicks off the space race. In 1969, Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin accept a special mission by Sector Seven to investigate the crash landing. They discover the Ark, and set about collecting information to bring to Earth. Fast forward to present day, where Sam Witwicky (Shia LaBoeuf) is living with his new girlfriend, Carly Spencer (Rosie Huntington-Whitely) and struggling to find a job post-graduation. He eventually finds one – thanks to Dylan Gould (Patrick Dempsey), Carly’s boss – where things are not as they seem. It turns out that the Decepticons are killing humans now, and the movie kicks off from there.

So, what worked in this movie? Well, the score was great – as usual. Steve Jablonsky really put a lot of work into this one, and it shows. Quite a bit of the CGI looked good as well. as some of the action scenes were quite epic. One scene in particular that involved Shia LaBoeuf, Bumblebee, errant Decepticon vehicles, and an awesome transformation sequence, was done very well. For a newcomer, Rosie Huntington-Whitely was very capable in her role, and Tyrese Gibson didn’t annoy me like I thought he would. Quite a bit of the cinematography was sweeping as well, and it didn’t include the usual Bay-isms like I thought they would. Now, if it seems like I’m stretching, that’s because I am.

Now, what didn’t work? In short, everything else. John Malkovich must have been broke in making this movie, because he was horrible and pointless. Ken Jeong had a brief moment in here that was Hangover-like, but it actually read better than it displayed onscreen. Julie White and Kevin Dunn – while they didn’t annoy me too much in the beginning – really pissed me off about halfway through this one. Actually, let me take that back…Julie White’s character pissed me off. After her rant about how her own son could only get beautiful women based on…well…size, I checked out of the movie. I tried to check back in later, but by that time, it was too late. I no longer cared, and I just wanted it to end.

Michael Bay returns to direct this movie, and it’s at this point where I implore him to stop. Michael Bay should just create a whole new genre of movies: Pornographic Action. Why? Because that appears to be all he’s good at. He can direct the hell out of an action scene, but Carly’s introduction screen was filmed so erotically that I could’ve sworn someone ran out to go get a tissue. After another one of her scenes, my wife turned to me and pointed out that he has no respect for his female leads. Honestly, I couldn’t help but agree. When it came to directing Shia LaBoeuf, it’s almost as if he told him to just scream and act skittish all the time. That worked well in the first one, a little bit of it worked in the second one. In this one, it was grating.

Hate is a very strong word. I try my best not to use it unless I absolutely have to. In this case, I think it’s apropos; I hated this movie. It was a giant bag of fail, and it really made me angry. I don’t go to the movies to be angry, I go to be entertained. Outside of the score, there was nothing to entertain me in this film at all, and that hurts me to say, because I grew up with the Transformers, and I am a huge fan of the franchise. It’s my hope that they reboot this in a few years and get a director who actually wants to do the movie and isn’t in it for a paycheck. I should’ve known I was in trouble when my brother-in-law said it was the best movie he had ever seen, because our likes in movies are counterpoint to each other. So, with that being said, I give this movie what it earnestly deserves: the Batman & Robin of the More Epic than Love Jones scale. Don’t waste your time, your money, or your energy on this. I got free passes, and I wish I could get my money back. That alone should tell you something.

To Michael Bay, from the bottom of my heart…fuck you.