Friday, May 30, 2014

Week in review: 5/26 - 5/30

This week, writers across the Web discussed modern misogyny, gun control, and mental illness, among other topics related to the tragic events of last Friday in Isla Vista, CA. Washington Post film critic Ann Hornaday argued Hollywood bears some responsibility for propagating the kind of misogyny many believe -- given his YouTube videos and vitriolic writings -- fueled Elliot Rodger's shooting spree. In singling out "out-sized frat boy fantasies like Neighbors," however, Hornaday angered the film's star, Seth Rogen, and frequent Rogen collaborator Judd Apatow, whom she also named in her piece. Both entertainers fired back over Twitter ("I find your article horribly insulting and misinformed," tweeted Rogen), eventually prompting Hornaday to clarify her statements on "The Tony Kornheiser Show": "I was using their work as an example, not to suggest blame or cause and effect," she said, before lauding Apatow's "Freaks and Geeks" and Funny People.

Her conciliatory remarks notwithstanding, Hornaday has suffered a backlash, as have many of the women participating in, as well as many of the men decrying, the Twitter movement #YesAllWomen. Women across the nation have taken to the social media platform to share their stories of quotidian and extreme misogyny. Interestingly, even eerily, The New York Times published an article just two days before the Isla Vista shooting, in which celebrities and other notables debated the state of modern feminism. The thought piece was prompted in part by the answer Shailene Woodley recently gave to TIME magazine when asked if she considers herself a feminist: "No. Because I love men, and I think the idea of ‘raise women to power, take the men away from the power’ is never going to work out because you need balance.” Talk about backlash -- Woodley has received a lot of heat for her remarks. She doesn't understand feminism, the kinder critics claim. But, as the NYT article makes clear, it isn't such an easy, homogenous, theory to understand.

Far clearer are those news items that deal in numbers, dollars and cents. Their ideology might be difficult to pin down, but it's safe to assume many feminists have embraced the world's newest fifth highest-grossing movie of all time: Frozen. The Disney cartoon about sisterly love surpassed Iron Man 3's worldwide total over the weekend.

Finally, for those searching for further positivity regarding the State of the Modern Female, we suggest taking a peak at Buzzfeed's thorough analysis of Angelina Jolie, the persona.

Happy Friday -- here's the trailer for the recently wrapped Cannes Film Festival's Palme d'Or winner, Winter Sleep!

‘Maleficent’ to weave a spell over weekend B.O.

 
Disney’s reimagining of the “Sleeping Beauty” fairytale, propelled by seemingly endless public fascination with lead Angelina Jolie, bows nationwide and in most international markets today. Pre-sales for Maleficent are currently stronger than were those for the similarly dark-themed Snow White and the Huntsman at this same point in 2012 – Huntsman would gross $56.2 million its opening weekend. Maleficent is also, of course, a product of The Mouse House, which is likely hoping for a success on par with its previous CGI fairytale offerings Alice in Wonderland and Oz the Great and Powerful (the latter opened to $79.1 million last year). While both interest in and critical praise of Jolie herself is strong, the film has received some pretty lackluster reviews. It dropped almost 20 percentage points on Rotten Tomatoes in less than a day, from 63 percent fresh yesterday afternoon to 46 percent rotten this morning. Still, it’s unclear to what extent reviews for a film like this, which has a dedicated fan base behind its lead actress, as well as behind the original story and/or 1959 Disney cartoon, hold sway. All told, Maleficent should earn the No. 1 spot at the box office this weekend, with an opening haul in the mid-to-high $50 millions.


Seth MacFarlane’s A Million Ways to Die in the West is the other major release opening today, but it’s unlikely the comedy will slip into the No. 2 spot behind Maleficent. Instead, last week’s successful X-Men: Days of Future Past is expected to hold well enough to earn the second-place title. Dropoffs for films that opened as strongly as did X-Men tend to be fairly steep their second weekends in theatres, so expect a dip around 60 percent. That should still be enough to beat out West, which has earned roundly terrible reviews (34 percent rotten). Though MacFarlane can boast a dedicated fan base of his own, proponents of “Family Guy” and Ted might be less than enthused at the prospect of watching their funnyman as a kind-of romantic lead, no matter how “kind-of” a romance it is.  Many pundits are speculating MacFarlane’s poorly reviewed performance as host of 2013’s Oscars lost him some audience goodwill as well (although most MacFarlane fans remained so after the telecast. He didn’t so much lose fans as fail to win himself some more.). The director-writer-actor’s Ted was a success when it opened to $54 million in 2012; West, on the other hand, is looking at a low $20-millions bow.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Turkey's Nuri Bilge Ceylan takes top honors at Cannes

FJI correspondent J. Sperling Reich wraps up his Cannes coverage with a report on the festival's award winners.

As the 67th edition of the Cannes Film Festival drew to a close, the competition entry with the longest running time was awarded the event's top prize. The Palme d'Or went to Winter Sleep from Turkish filmmaker Nuri Bilge Ceylan, who gave a brief and emotional speech in accepting the award.
Though Turkish is his native tongue, and the awards ceremony was conducted primarily in French, Ceylan spoke in English, saying, “This is a great surprise for me. This year is the 100th year of Turkish cinema, and it’s a good coincidence, I think." He went on to reference the ongoing political and social unrest occurring in in his homeland. "I dedicate this award to the young people of Turkey who lost their lives during the last year.”

Like many of Ceylan's films, Winter Sleep is not a straightforward narrative. The movie focuses on a retired actor running a tourist hotel in Cappadocia, a naturally picturesque area in the Anatolia region of Turkey. The film runs three hours and 16 minutes, consisting mostly of scenes wherein the main character engages in endless arguments with his sister, young wife and anyone he comes into contact with. It is a layered story in which class differences and the definition of freedom are constant yet subtle themes.

Ceylan can place this year's Palme d'Or next to three other trophies his films have won in Cannes. In 2011, his last film, Once Upon a Time in Anatolia, was awarded the Grand Prix. “I have won a lot of awards at Cannes, but to take home the Palme d’or, that’s amazing," Ceylan told journalists after the ceremony. He also acknowledged the length of Winter Sleep. "When I wrote the film’s script, I did so as if I were writing a novel. I realized afterwards that it was too long. The first film was four-and-a-half hours long. I finally shortened it during the editing process."

Winter Sleep was one of the more eagerly anticipated films at this year's fest. There was nearly a riot at its premiere screening midway through the festival when hundreds of attendees and journalists were unable to get into the Grand Théâtre Lumière. Critics were mostly kind to Ceylan's film, and as the event wore on it clearly stood out as the frontrunner for the Palme d'Or.

That changed on Wednesday, just a few days before Cannes ended. In what had to be a conscious move, Cannes artistic director Thierry Fremeaux and his team programmed Adieu Au Langage (Goodbye to Language), an experimental 3D entry from Jean-Luc Godard, up against the press screening of Mommy, directed by Canadian Xavier Dolan. At 83, Nouvelle Vague veteran Godard was the oldest director in Cannes this year, whereas Dolan, who is 25, is the youngest filmmaker to ever have a title in competition.

Dolan's Mommy is a powerful drama about a single mother struggling to deal with her bipolar, delinquent teenage son. Between its unique use of a square aspect ratio and brilliant performances, Mommy instantly became the talk of Cannes, with many predicting it would walk off with the Palme.

In typical Cannes fashion, that sentiment lasted roughly 24 hours, until the press screening of Leviathan, Russian filmmaker Andrey Zvyaginstev's parable on the sociopolitical ills facing modern Russia.

If festival programmers weren't cognizant of juxtaposing Godard's work against that of Dolan, then the jury deciding awards most definitely was. Headed by New Zealand filmmaker Jane Campion, and comprised of artists such as actor Willem Dafoe and directors Sofia Coppola and Nicolas Winding Refn, the group awarded the Jury Prize to both Godard and Dolan. Campion reported that the jury was "aware" that awarding the prize to Godard and Dolan would look intentional and she admitted that it most certainly was.

Godard himself decided to skip this year's festival entirely and wasn't present in Cannes to accept the award. Alain Sarde, the producer of Adieu au Langage, stood in for his director, stating later, “Jean-Luc must certainly know that he’s won this prize. I haven’t called him since it’s late, but you obviously know that this prize is not going to revolutionize his world. It’s a regular prize intended for young directors like Xavier Dolan. He is 25, and Jean-Luc is 83. It’s wonderfully symbolic.”

Dolan, on the other hand, personally attended the awards ceremony in Cannes. He took time out of his acceptance speech to tell Campion that her film The Piano changed his life. "It made me want to write roles for women, beautiful roles with soul and will and strength. Not victims, not objects," he said. (Incidentally, The Piano won the Palme d'Or in 1993.)

Speaking with journalists after the ceremony Campion returned Dolan's kind words by complimenting Mommy. "It's such a great, brilliant and modern film," she said. "Dolan is kind of a genius, I think."

That he was paired with a cinematic legend was certainly not lost on Dolan. “With this decision, I recognize the deliberate gesture made by the jury to associate me and Jean-Luc Godard in cinema due to our search for freedom in two different eras," he stated. "He attempted to reinvent cinema in an era that he created. I would also like to be associated with such a change in direction. The jury perceived the sensitivity of both an old and young man, proof that cinema expresses itself through the generations.”

Like Mommy, the buzz for Zvyaginstev's Leviathan often contained whispers of a Palme d'Or. Though the Palme eluded Zvyaginstev, the filmmaker did not leave empty-handed, as he took home the screenwriting award with his co-writer Oleg Negin.

Campion and her fellow jurors spread the love around, as Cannes juries sometimes like to do, by presenting awards to eight of this year's 18 competition films. Bennett Miller won Best Director for Foxcatcher, which features Steve Carell in a dramatic role. Carell plays the heir to the du Pont family fortune in a true story that revolves around Olympic wrestlers.

For her performance as an increasingly desperate movie star in David Cronenberg's Maps to the Stars, Julianne Moore earned the Best Actress prize. The film is a searing take on Hollywood and its industry culture that often cuts a little too close to the bone. To be sure, Moore was one of the standouts during this year's festival, though the award just as easily could have gone to any number of actresses who turned in similarly strong performances, including Marion Cotillard for Jean-Pierre and Luc Dardenne's Two Days, One Night or Anne Dorval who plays the mother in Mommy.

Timothy Spall gave one of the more moving, if not rambling, speeches of the evening upon winning Best Actor for Mr. Turner. Spall plays the main character in director Mike Leigh's biopic of the famous British landscape painter J.M.W. Turner. More widely known as a character actor in supporting roles than as a leading man, Spall joked, “I’ve spent a lot of time being a bridesmaid. This is the first time I’ve ever been a bride, so I’m quite pleased about that."

The actor had to be called back to the festival in order to accept the award. He thanked Leigh, with whom he has made numerous films over three decades, including Secrets & Lies. which took the Palme d'Or at the 1996 Cannes Film Festival. Spall was unable to attend the festival for that film since he was undergoing treatment for leukemia at the time. “I thank God that I’m still here and alive,” he said.

‘X-Men’ tops holiday charts

On par with expectations, X-Men: Days of Future Past earned the No. 1 spot at the box office this Memorial Day weekend. The superhero flick’s $111 million domestic tally makes it the second highest-grossing X-Men movie ever, falling just $12 million shy of X-Men: The Last Stand’s record-setting opening haul. Though it failed to meet the bar set by that particular success past, Days of Future Past nonetheless enjoyed the fifth-best Memorial Day weekend bow of all time.


And audiences weren’t disappointed. The predominantly male (56 percent) and older (59 percent over the age of 25) crowd awarded the film a solid “A” CinemaScore grade. X-Men movies are often front-loaded, however, so it remains to be seen whether, or to what extent, its current buzz carries over into the weeks ahead. At the very least, filmmakers and studio can claim success abroad: The film earned a stellar $171 million overseas, with China and its $37.7 million contribution leading the charge.

Last week’s surprise hit Godzilla fell to the No. 2 slot this weekend, taking a pretty steep, 67 percent hit to earn $39.4 million for the four days. Largely thanks to its boffo opening last Friday-Sunday, the movie has so far grossed $156.8 million. It’s on track to total out in the low $200 millions.


Blended, the holiday weekend’s other new major release, went belly-up at the box office. The Adam Sandler-Drew Barrymore comedy earned just $18.2 million for the four days, continuing a downturn for Sandler that has seen his more recent films idling in the low to mid-teens. (Not counting Memorial Day, Blended took in $14.2 million for the weekend, or only slightly more than That’s My Boy’s $13.5 million opening, and significantly less than Jack and Jill’s $25 million bow.)

Neighbors earned the weekend’s fourth-place slot with $17.2 million for the four days, out-earning that other superhero offering currently in theatres, The Amazing Spider-Man 2, which grossed $10 million over the same period. Like Godzilla, Spidey’s eventual total should land somewhere in the low $200 millions.

Friday, May 23, 2014

Week in Review: 5/19 - 5/23

The man behind the iconic imagery of '70's classics The Godfather, Manhattan and Annie Hall, cinematographer Gordon Willis, passed away from metastatic cancer on Sunday. He was 82.

Willis was professionally known for his sparing use of light. Personally, he was irascible, and though he got along well with his famous director collaborators, Hollywood was less amenable to his anti-establishment views. As John Anderson details in his NYT obit, between 1971 and 1977, 39 of the films on which Willis worked garnered Oscar noms. Willis himself, however, did not earn a single one, although he did later win an Academy Award for The Godfather Part III in 1990, and received an honorary Oscar in 2009. He influenced cinematographers from Raging Bull's Michael Chapman to Groundhog Day's John Bailey.

If Willis' personality could be called "prickly," the word would be among the kinder characterizations for current relations between Walt Disney's surviving heirs. On Wednesday, The Hollywood Reporter published a fascinating piece on the legal woes of Brad and Michelle Disney Lund. Trustees of the fund Brad and Michelle's deceased mother and Disney's daughter Sharon left to her children, have decided to grant Michelle her portion of the millions but not her twin brother. The twins' father and Sharon's ex-husband Bill, along with his new wife Sherry, have added their voices to the fracas, with the resulting accusations of drug abuse, mental illness and incest flying fast and crass. The sad saga is ongoing, proving the Shakespearean tenet that the success of the father is invariably visited tenfold in the sins of his children.

Children and legal action were foremost in the minds of deceased Midnight Rider camera assistant Sarah Jones' parents this week as well. The couple has filed a wrongful death lawsuit against a number of parties involved in the Gregg Allman biopic, including the film's production company, director, director of photography, and location manager. The family is seeking an unspecified amount "to be determined by the enlightened conscience of the jury."

Happily, not every news item this week dealt in family tragedy. Hollywood kept churning, as it does, and Wednesday saw the announcement of the Coen Brothers signing on to write a draft of Steven Spielberg's new Cold War thriller starring Tom Hanks. (We suggest you don't stare too long at the previous sentence; the combined star wattage may prove overwhelming.)

Finally, in a great read for the long weekend, Cabinet Magazine published this comprehensive piece on Golden Era make-up artist Max Factor and his industry -- later societal -- cosmetic innovations.

Happy Memorial Day weekend!

‘X-Men’ eyes opening north of $100 million

The casts of both X-Men series -- the early 2000s films and more recent First Class reboot -- unite in this weekend’s hyped release, X-Men: Days of Future Past. The film’s star wattage is impressive: Hugh Jackman plays fan-favorite Wolverine; Internet darling Jennifer Lawrence is Mystique; lauded thesps Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellen portray wizened versions of frenemies Professor X and Magneto, respectively; and the thinking woman’s eye-candy, James McAvoy and Michael Fassbender, are on board as Professor X and Magneto such as they were circa 1973. People travel back through time, buildings explode, a baseball stadium levitates. Add the Marvel name and Peter Dinklage, and Fox, though predicting returns in the mid $90-million range, should see a bow north of $100 million.


The studio has reason to be optimistic. Its marketing campaign has been strong, with an emphasis on premiere and promotional appearances from the cast. Jennifer Lawrence’s post-Oscars story of drunken embarrassment, for instance, related on “Late Night With Seth Meyers” and much speculated about prior to the segment’s air date, has been the Web’s hot topic of conversation for weeks.  X-Men advertisements are everywhere; apparently, 3D images from the film will be projected onto the busy streets of the Oxford Circus juncture in London later today.  And none of this even touches upon the existence of all those millions of X-Men, or just plain superhero, fans, who would show up to an X-Men film regardless of publicity, anyway.


Last weekend’s surprise monster hit Godzilla should continue to hold well, but not so well that it poses a threat to X-Men. The performance of the weekend’s other new major release, Blended, is trickier to predict. Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore are a popular and appealing couple, but Sandler’s box-office clout has diminished of late, and Barrymore has worked only intermittently within the past few years. Still, there’s reason to believe their latest pairing should do fine, that is, a solid $30 million opening. In other words, the Memorial Day Weekend box-office chart should break down as follows:

1. X-Men: Days of Future Past
2. Godzilla
3. Blended

Poor Spidey.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

'The Wedding Singer' and in defense of Adam Sandler

As expected, the latest film to pair Adam Sandler with Drew Barrymore has received terrible, horrible, no good, very bad reviews. Blended is currently tracking 12 percent rotten on Rotten Tomatoes. It’s classic bad Sandler, so says the consensus, another low for an actor whose comedic efforts traffic in a humor so base it’s practically subterranean. One upbeat reviewer did, however, have this to say: “The movie belongs to Sandler and Barrymore, who connect with electricity and sparks.”

Well, they certainly did once. There are those who believe Sandler has never been very funny, even at his most popular. They claim they’re immune to the charms of his Hurlihy Boy or Canteen Boy SNL skits; they resist the urge to hum along with the Hanukkah Song; they hold  elation at bay when Billy Madison triumphs over his father’s evil assistant (Bradley Whitford) in an academic decathlon that would surely have made many an Athenian, if not their ribald gods, blush. Ok. They’re likely not fans of Chris Farley either, or even John Belushi and his projectile interpretation of a zit. Sophomoric humor isn’t for everyone when it’s done well, let alone when it’s written 50-First-Dates poorly. But, once, Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore did it very well. The Wedding Singer is the first and finest of their collaborations. It is also one of the best romantic comedies of the past 20 years.

What makes a good rom-com? Years ago, those preceding and just after 1998’s The Wedding Singer in fact, it seems studios knew: Cast a Julia Roberts-Sandra Bullock-Meg Ryan-Renee Zellweger pretty but nonthreatening type (Angelina Jolie as she is today, weighted with sexuality, would never have flown) alongside a Hugh Grant-John Cusack-Tom Hanks handsome but non-intimidating actor (which may explain why Gerard Butler’s forays into the genre have not been very successful). Have them banter with witticisms laypeople would never use, but which are easily accessible. Do not be afraid of earnestness. And then – and this is among the most important factors for ensuring repeat-viewings and therefore healthy home video sales – add a great soundtrack.

 The Wedding Singer is no Nora Ephron production, but it hits its notes roundly. The year is 1980-something-or-other and Robbie Hart (Sandler) is the titular crooner preparing for his nuptials. He hits it off with a sweet, friendly waitress (Barrymore) at one of his gigs, but, as Julia is also engaged, their meet-cute remains an innocent if knowing kind of just cute. While preparations for her Big Day hum along nicely, Robbie is devastated when his punk-rock fiancée leaves him at the altar. Her excuse? He’s not the aspiring rockstar she fell in love with, having turned into something far worse than a White Snake wannabe: He’s a wedding singer. Luckily, Julia reappears to cheer Robbie up, and in a bid to distract him from his heartache, solicits his expert wedding advice on everything from cake to the all-important performer for her own ceremony (Jon Lovitz’s cameo as a greasy, fellow wedding singer here is a high point). It doesn’t take long for Robbie to fall in love with Julia, and even sooner for him to realize her hubby to-be is, politely, a turd. Robbie determines to win Julia himself.

Screenwriter Tim Herlihy is responsible for some of the best (Billy Madison, Happy Gilmore) and worst (Little Nicky) of Sandler vehicles. In The Wedding Singer, his blend of romantic earnestness and broad comedy achieves an appeal intermittently evident in previous Sandler collaborations, notably in the “Endless Love” scene from Happy Gilmore, and not since sustained. Take, for instance, the scene in which Robbie, after having vowed never again to sing, reluctantly performs for Julia. He chooses a song of which he wrote half while still engaged, and half after he got dumped. It’s a schizophrenic mash-up that is part The Cure ballad and part cri de coeur of a raw, National Geographic timbre. The abrupt tonal shift halfway through the tune, those Dr. Seuss rhymes for which Sandler is known, the actor’s commitment to wailing, and Barrymore’s stunned take on a straight-faced “I like it” response, all get the laughs. But the embarrassment, frustration, anger, hurt, self-indulgence and self-pity attendant on romantic betrayal are all present and – and this is something missing from more recent Sandler comedies – present in veracious form. The scene is funny ‘cause it’s true.

Barrymore is just the right blend of rom-com pretty and nonthreatening, while the never intimidating Sandler is an appealing hangdog. Really, he just wants to get married and have a family. There’s a sentimental streak in almost all of Sandler’s comedies, no matter how crass the highs and lows achieved within the individual jokes. The Wedding Singer is unafraid of earnestness, but its jokes manage to offset the treacly story without discordantly ranging too far in another, offensive, direction. Robbie calls the ugly guests at one wedding, all relegated to a single singles table, mutants, early on in the film. His fiancée has just dumped him, he’s drunk and smelly, singing “Love Stinks” to a newly married pair. “The mutants at table nine” initially eye him with as much wariness as the wedding’s other guests, but they soon embrace him as heartily as he embrace-mocks (not mockingly embraces) them. Love’s castoffs are his people, those who are romantically unwanted for shallow and therefore no good reason. Love stinks, in other words. It’s funny ‘cause it’s true.

And then there are those songs. “Love Stinks,” the schizo “Somebody Kill Me” and the crowning reason The Wedding Singer is a satisfying comedic romance, “I Wanna Grow Old With You.” The latter provides the film’s climax and the culmination of a ridiculous and awesome scene featuring Billy Idol on an airplane. In our review of Blended here at Film Journal, our writer concludes her piece with an assessment of Sandler’s genre chops: “And one more thing: No matter how many times he tries, Adam Sandler can’t do romance, and he will never, ever, be an appealing leading man.” I would argue, however, “an appealing leading man,” and a romantic one at that, is precisely what Sandler is in this moment of The Wedding Singer:



"I Wanna to Grow Old With You" is a bid for affection grounded in pragmatism. Romance is not a passionate kiss shared by two young and gym-toned beauties backlit by a beach sunset. It’s someone who will let you hold the remote control. Someone with whom to share the quotidian. It’s romantic ‘cause it’s true.

Yet for all that, The Wedding Singer is ultimately a great rom-com because of the chemistry shared by its two leads. It is a film that proves, when given the right material, Sandler and Barrymore are capable of something great. Maybe they should have quit while they were ahead, but it would be a shame if present (and, let’s hope not, future) missteps obscured the reason they’ve made several films together to begin with.