I received my Golden Ticket in February of 2013 and so it
was officially valid starting in March of that year. So, I’ve got another
couple months before it’s all used up. Now that 2013 is all over and done,
though, the final count of movies I’ve seen (so far) made in the last year is 76
(all but 10 of those seen at
Cinetopia, it seems). In a usual year, I average
about one a week and – given that there are still movies that were released in
2013 that I intend to see while they’re still in theaters – I suppose I could
conceivably double my average this year. I dunno, we’ll see. In the meantime,
these are the ones I closed out my calendar year with:
Movie Sixty-one: Oldboy – Apparently, this movie was
a total flop. Somehow, I’m both totally surprised and not surprised at all. On
one hand, this is a remake of a pretty dark Korean film that I could see American
audiences not really embracing. But, on the other hand, there have been plenty
of foreign remakes that I would’ve expected to do worse but ended up being
fairly well-received. The original
Oldboy
is certainly not a film that needed to be remade (it’s pretty impressive on a
number of levels), but
Spike Lee did a pretty decent job, I thought. His
re-creation of scenes from the Korean version are faithful to the original, but
done differently enough to not feel redundant. He also changed just enough of
the story in general to, not only make it feel fresh, but to make it more
plausible in some aspects. He wisely toned down the brutality (although it’s
still quite disturbingly violent by American standards) and tweaked the ending
just enough to make it slightly less grim (
Slightly).
These were all wise decisions and serve the remake well so it’s a pity people
have turned their noses up at it. It really perplexes me when a decent remake
like
Oldboy completely tanks while a
big, steaming pile-of-shit remake like this year’s
Evil Dead rakes it in. As far as American translations of foreign
films go, this is about as well done as one can hope for. It’s not an
improvement, but I’d say anybody interested in seeing the Korean version should
see this one first. You’ll probably end up appreciating them both more.
Movie Sixty-two: Anchorman 2: The Legend Continues – It’s
a rare kind of comedy that transcends into legendary cult status. These films
don’t seem to have much in common other than having a high laugh-per-minute
quotient and being endlessly quotable. Examples of such movies are
Blazing Saddles,
The Holy Grail,
Caddyshack,
and – more recently –
The Big Lebowski
and
Office Space. The original
Anchorman was one such movie. Given that
these films are essentially freak occurrences with no real perceivable recipe,
making a sequel (especially a decade later) is bold move. So, it’s no surprise
that
Anchorman 2 is kind of a
befuddling mess. The most pathetic thing about it is that the whole film is
basically squandered potential. They bring back a lot of the original cast and
repeat a fair portion of jokes (souped-up for the second time around) and there
are celebrity cameos galore, but they don’t seem to know what to do with all
this stuff once they have it. I suppose this was due to arrogance on the
filmmakers’ part. The thinking seemed to be “Hey, we’ve got all the elements
from the original intact, this movie’ll pretty much make itself! What can go
wrong?” That’s like throwing a bunch of tasty ingredients into a blender and
expecting it to taste as good as if it were properly cooked. It’s true the
movie is funny at times, but a lot of the laughs are in response to things
being so bizarre, the viewer doesn’t know how else to react. The perfect point
of comparison is in the end credits of this film and the first one. The
original
Anchorman concluded with
alternate takes and bloopers that were hysterically funny. This one has one
clip at the very end that makes absolutely no sense and actually made me sorry
that I stuck around ’til the very end. I was frankly kinda embarrassed for all
these A-list comedians when it was all over. Luckily for them, twenty years
from now, people will still be quoting
Anchorman
and all but forgotten about its sequel. Don’t believe me? Compare the legacy of
Ghostbusters to that of
Ghostbusters 2. In fact, did you even
know there
was a
Ghostbusters 2?
Movie Sixty-three: American Hustle – There’s been a lot
of pre-emptive Oscar buzz surrounding this film and - why not? It’s a retro
piece containing several previous Oscar-nominees (and winners) in roles where
they yell at each other and cry a lot. Most of all, it the whole movie screams
classic
Scorsese right down to
Christian Bale’s performance which screams
DeNiro (not just because of his thick Bronx accent, but also because he put on
tons of weight for the role). Oh, and the
actual
DeNiro is in it too, just to be sure. I personally didn’t see what the big deal
is, though. Story-wise, it’s similar in a lot of ways to
Ridley Scott’s
The Counselor (although not nearly as
grim) and no one seemed to give much of a damn about that film (which I
actually thought was better). I guess timing is everything and that’s why
studios tend to release films like this at the end of the year. It’s
entertaining and the performances are good, but I wouldn’t bother seeing it a
second time. More than anything else, I was distracted by the hideous
hairstyles and constantly waiting for one of
Amy Adams’ nipples to slip out.
All of that notwithstanding, the film probably will get a nomination for Best
Picture, but more because the Academy allows ten films in that category, not because
it actually deserves it.
Movie Sixty-four: Saving Mr. Banks – It’s not often I
see a film that jumps back and forth between two separate stories being told in
parallel. That’s good because, almost always, one story is more interesting
than the other and I get frustrated when the film breaks away from the superior
one to continue with the inferior one. It doesn’t even matter if both stories
are quite good because I will always prefer to stick with the better one no
matter how almost-as-good the other one is. The perfect example of this is
The Godfather Part II. A superb film,
but it would be even better if I could watch the Vito Corleone prequel
completely separate from the Michael Corleone sequel. I suppose I have a
one-track mind. Anyway, that’s the problem with
Saving Mr. Banks. The scenes with
Emma Thompson and
Tom Hanks are
so delightfully amusing that when we cut back to P.L. Travers’ childhood I
found myself reacting the same way I do when I’m unable to fast forward through
television commercials. They interrupt the tone and momentum of the story
disallowing the viewer to fully experience the emotions of one story arc before
switching back to the other. I suppose the flashbacks help serve the story in
the long run, but are they absolutely necessary? It doesn’t seem like it. I’m
sure they could have trimmed down the backstory to one sequence midway through
the film and accomplished the same revelations. This is a good movie –
two good movies, actually – but they
compete with each other in a way that makes them both suffer. Maybe they’ll
release a special edition DVD that has the different stories on separate discs.
If they do, watch it that way.
Movie Sixty-five: The Secret Life of Walter Mitty –
This movie is a bit of a conundrum. It has some really incredible moments and a
number of beautifully executed scenes. That’s probably how it was able to
produce one of the most compelling
trailers of the year. As you may have heard
from other reviewers, though, it’s not anywhere near the epic it presents
itself to be. There’s no point in comparing it to the
original 1947 version
with
Danny Kaye because it is completely different. Nor is it a literal
adaptation of
James Thurber’s short story but rather simply inspired by the
concept of a grand daydreamer. I give it props for going out on its own,
actually. So, it doesn’t suffer by comparison, but it does suffer. Don’t get
the wrong idea, I did like this movie. It’s largely due to the ambitious
direction by
Ben Stiller, who I found quite likeable in the title role. And
Kristen Wiig, as the obligatory love interest, is even more likeable to point
of being downright adorable. The movie is beautiful to look at and the fantasy
sequences are great fun (as are the real-life adventures Walter eventually
undertakes), but there’s something lacking in the script that I can’t quite put
my finger on. Some kind of imperceptible “glue” that’s necessary to keep a
story like this together and really make it sing. I was entertained, but my
disappointment was that the film didn’t deliver on a potential that was so
clearly there waiting to spring forth. It’s like seeing a talented person who would
be a brilliant fine artist settling for designing logos and letterheads (and,
believe me, as a person who went to art school, I’ve seen plenty of those). In
other words,
The Secret Life of Walter
Mitty is a good movie that should have been outstanding. As far as
criticisms go, that’s not so bad, but it is a little sad.
Movie Sixty-six: Grudge Match –
Peter Segal is one of
those directors who, if you know his work, you know exactly what to expect. His
films are harmless, mildly amusing and make no effort to impress you, make you
think, or take chances. To give you an idea of his caliber of filmmaking, his
best movie is
Tommy Boy. I love
Tommy Boy, but I don’t love it because
it’s brilliant.
Grudge Match is
another dopey (but not entirely unlovable) comedy from Peter Segal with the
usual paper-thin archetypes you would expect. In one corner, we’ve got
DeNiro
as the dirty old man who starts out wanting to make a quick buck and then
decides his main priority is making things right with the son he never knew he
had. In the other corner, we’ve got
Stallone as a blue-collar guy who wants to
leave boxing behind but steps up in tribute to his former trainer and an
attempt to win back the love of his life. On the sidelines, we’ve got
Alan Arkin playing the politically-incorrect curmudgeon with the blunt pearls of
wisdom and
Kevin Hart as the sassy fast-talking black man who laments about how
lame white people are. There’s also
Kim Basinger (who’s as good as she ever
was, actually) as Stallone’s object of affection and
Jon Bernthal as her (and
DeNiro’s) son. I suppose everybody’s good in their respective performances, but
only as good as they can be in such shallow roles. When it came to the big
fight at the end of the movie, I didn’t really care who won, but maybe you’re
not supposed to since the film essentially has two protagonists. Y’know, now
that I think about it, it might have been a more interesting movie if they
never revealed who actually won the fight. Unfortunately, with a movie this
mindless, their target audience would never stand for that.
Okay, 2014: What’cha got for me?