Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Wow.

A photograph of Oxbow Lake, Yellowstone National Park, taken by a friend of my dad's. I think this guy has kind of a good eye, don't you? Go and get the staggering full-sized image here.

Monday, July 25, 2005

Three Quick Movie Reviews: Batman Begins (B+), Crash (A-), Millions (A-)

Because your chance to see these movies in the theatre is either quickly fleeting or already past, I’ll make these reviews relatively short. Otherwise, you’ll be sitting here reading reviews when you should be rushing out to the theatre.

Batman Begins (B+)
Like the rest of sensibly-minded America, you probably abandoned the Batman series when Alicia Silverstone and The Governator got involved. You were right to do so. Now, however, it is time to go back.

The first Batman movie (directed by Tim Burton) was a great cinematic representation of the stylized gothic darkness of the comic book. “Batman Begins” is more like an action movie that happens to be about a comic book character, and that approach works from beginning to end. We watch Bruce Wayne invent the legend and work out the specifics of Batman, taking us back to the days when the bat cave was, well, just a cave. There are prototype issues and strategic errors, which make the previously distant dark knight seem much more human. Wayne isn’t just some billionaire who decided one night to fight crime; his motivations are deep and his skills hard earned, as the movie shows us.

Christian Bale makes a great young Bruce Wayne, and the supporting cast is excellent. Michael Caine gives us a more cockney take on Alfred, Morgan Freeman is great as usual, Gary Oldman does a nice turn as the future Commissioner Gordon (just a lowly lieutenant at this point), and Liam Neeson is very solid as well.

Beyond the back story and the setup, there is an excellent payoff, complete with diabolical bad guys, stellar action scenes, and all of the gritty darkness we’ve come to expect from the Dark Knight movies. “Batman Begins” doesn’t have a dull moment, the stretches of physics and logic are acceptable for an action movie, and the plot contains all of the right twists and turns. Go check it out, or catch it on DVD in four to sixteen months.

Arthur (Michael Caine) and Bruce (Christian Bale) scope out the future Batcave.


Crash (A-)
Every character in “Crash” is in some way motivated or affected by racism, but the political concepts of race relations in America are not the center of the movie. Instead, what could have been a very simplistic and preachy film focuses on the deeply personal stories of each of its characters. What results is a movie that is about people first and social and political issues second, and the result is intellectually stimulating and emotionally engaging.

The plot is too complex to attempt to summarize in such a short review, but the generally speaking, we watch an intertwining of the lives of people from a great variety of economic and ethnic backgrounds and perspectives. What is most fascinating is that every character is fully rendered; there are no simplistic stereotypes here. Sergeant Ryan (Matt Dillon) is racist white L.A. cop, but he also cares for his sick father with an admirable tenderness and dedication. Graham Waters (Don Cheadle) is a smart and skillful black police detective, but he has no interest in the details of his Latina girlfriend’s heritage.

The complexity of the characters combined with the intertwining of their lives (driven by coincidences that we must forgive as being necessary to such a story) makes for a rich and moving story from beginning to end. “Crash” is moving in the same combination of the emotional and intellectual that “Grand Canyon” was, reminding us that life is hard, people are amazingly complicated, and that only on the personal, human level that change truly is possible.

Detective Waters (Don Cheadle) on the scene with his partner/girlfriend Ria (Jennifer Esposito).


Millions (A-)
If “Batman Begins” is pure fun and “Crash” is pure substance, “Millions” is a spectacular combination of the two. This movie has the same infusion of joy and truth that “Billy Elliot” and “Waking Ned Devine” had. The British, apparently, are good at that.

Damian is the younger brother in a two-child family who has recently lost their mother. He has an unusually developed appreciation for the Catholic saints, although his family doesn’t appear to be religious. His appreciation translates into imagined visitations from and conversations with various saints, all of whom Damian immediately and happily recognizes: “Saint Clare of Assisi! 1194 to 1253!” Yes, this is a little strange, but kids have a wonderful imagination and seeing it visualized is always enjoyable. It’s also very endearing, as he is constantly asking the saints if they have seen his mother.

The movie is called “Millions” because Damian and his older brother stumble across a duffle bag filled with millions of pounds, only a few weeks before the British pound is scheduled to be replaced by the Euro. Being kids, they don’t tell their father, but instead each spends the money in his own way. Damian donates his portion to people he thinks are in need, and his older brother buys satellite phones and hires bodyguards.

Everything goes wonderfully, with saints weighing in on Damian’s choices and both boys deftly ducking their father’s inquiries, until somebody comes looking for the missing cash. Where other movies might have simply devolved into a standard kids-running-from-pursuer thriller, “Millions” maintains the level of child-like joy while still creating realistic tension. I spent most of this movie (and several hours afterwards) with a huge smile on my face, enjoying the wonderful way that kids see the world, which is at once immature and much wiser than grownups.

Damian (Alex Etel) and Anthony (Lewis McGibbon) make a quick trick cash stack.

Friday, July 22, 2005

We Are Experiencing Technical Difficulties

[Yes, I am back from the dead. Directing a play (see earlier post) will send you there (to the dead), but it is well worth the trip. Thanks to all who were able to make it to the show, as well as to Gabe, Carrie, and Eric for being extremely talented and hard working. Further thanks to the witches from a certain Scottish play for sending us a fire alarm and power outage on the same performance night, even though nobody ever said the “M” word.]

Although Allen Iverson would be loath to admit it, practice is important. This is another of those reliable, father-delivered truths of life, and I am living it right now. I have not attempted to write anything worthwhile for about five weeks now, due to high levels of stress and time commitment in other arenas of my life. This means that I am waaaay out of the habit of writing. This means that writing is suddenly hard again. This means that I will write crappy things like “‘Batman Begins’ is a great movie” and repeatedly use chronically mushy words like “really” and “very.” It’s really very unfortunate.

Also involved in this de-rusting phase are other fun pitfalls, including...

1. Staring at blank screen. Writing one word. Deleting it. Writing it again, this time followed by a second word. Deleting both words. Staring.

2. Rereading what you thought was good work, only to find that it is really very bad. Or that it makes sense only to you. Or that it is stating the obvious. Or something else.

3. Number Three

4. Titling your posts semi-clichéd things such as “We Are Experiencing Technical Difficulties.”

5. Excessive use of self-referential humor.

6. Lists.

And it’s not as though I’ve been away for that long. Five weeks is nothing, really. Inconsequential. But I think that I hadn’t been writing regularly for long enough for the practice to be ingrained in my bones yet. You need to build up the habit for a while before you can leave it and be sure it will be waiting, solidly, when you get back.

My point is this: It’s very easy to get out of the habit, and very hard to get back into it. Any habit. Well, except for drugs, I suppose. And watching too much TV. And overeating. Okay, so make that “good habits.” But like everything else, the only way to get back in the mix is just to get back in the mix. Turn off the critic and just do something. Get back in it. In this case, one small, mediocre, semi-focused post at a time.

I promise that in the next few days worthwhile thoughts on some movies will be forced out of my head and end up on here. Really. Until then....

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

When The Radar Looks Like An Evil Clown...

I don't know what this means, but it can't be a good sign.