Day: August 18, 2014

What follows is a rash, imprecise, certainly unfair impression. I’ve developed this vague idea that Chaz Ebert‘s rogerebert.com has a general inclination to go easy, and that the critics who bang out reviews and essays for the site are…well, not necessarily inclined to err on the side of friendliness but they certainly have this in the back of their minds. I think the site reflects Chaz’s nature to some extent, and her understandable interest in keeping things on an even keel. I especially expect kindness from Matt Zoller Seitz, whom I used to think of as this cool New York guy but whom I now regard as this gentle, kindly papa bear figure. I’ve admired and respected MZS for a long time but since he’s been with the Ebert site I see him as Mr. Greenjeans — a first-rate writer and top-notch critic who will always radiate a certain alpha vibe.

I’m not saying that the entire Rogerebert.com crew (Christy Lemire, Glenn Kenny, Simon Abrams, Godfrey Cheshire, Susan Wloszczyna, etc.) is committed to butter not melting in their mouths, but it seems this way (emphasis on the “s” word). Like I said, what I’m saying lacks precision and exactitude. Of course the site is not all about turning the other cheek. Of course it’s staffed by first-raters. But when I think of rogerebert.com, I think of a bunch of people who are not just smart and gifted but nice. Does the site have one asshole, one snarly snapdragon who doesn’t give a shit? They could use one, let me tell you. Am I the only one sensing this ?

Paramount will pop Jason Reitman‘s Men, Women & Children limited on 10.3 or about…what, three weeks after it plays at the Toronto Film Festival? Wide break on 10.17. The news was broken by In Contention‘s Kris Tapley. Teens, oddball parents, infidelity, online porn, icky impulses, maybe a stray predator or two. Directed, produced by Reitman. Based on a darkish book by the somewhat libidinal-minded Chad Kultgen. Cowritten by Reitman and Erin Cressida Wilson. Adam Sandler, Rosemarie DeWitt, Ansel Elgort, Jennifer Garner, Judy Greer, J.K. Simmons, Dennis Haysbert. I’ll be watching for comparisons to Henry Alex Rubin‘s Disconnect, which dealt with similar material.

The trailer pops tomorrow but where’s the poster? Where are the stills?

IMDB plant review: “I recently attended a screening for Men, Women & Children and I was impressed at how well put together the film is. The performances were all fantastic, and the music and atmosphere blended in nicely. The movie itself is very ‘true to life’ and I’m sure many folks would relate to the situations that take place. Sandler gave one of his greatest performances. Reitman was in attendance at the screening. Great acting, great story, nicely directed.”

I just happened to re-read my initial Lincoln review, which I posted on 11.8.12. I have a reputation of being a knee-jerk Spielberg hater, yes, but what I said here was fairly perceptive and on-point, I think. Measured, contained, judicious. I didn’t just crap all over it. Yes, I am very, very proud of having been part of the team that prevented…okay, that hit this film with enough bee-bee pellets so that enough Academy members felt discouraged from giving it the Best Picture Oscar. But I wrote about it with an even hand, I think. I said what I felt I had to say in just the right way. Final sentence: “The bottom line? Lincoln is a good film, deserving of respect and worth seeing, but it happens at an emotional distance and feels like an educational slog.”

In late ’09 I posted a tally of the 42 Best Films of the First Decade of the 21st Century. A little more than four months from now we’ll be at the halfway mark of the second decade — 2010 through 2014 or five years. Obviously I should wait until late December but here’s a temporary list of the best so far, and then I’ll update between Christmas and New Year’s Eve….fair enough? Doing a decade or half-decade sum-up requires harshness. You throw out everything except the real dead-to-rights bell-ringers. Every year people put certain films on their Ten-best lists because they feel they should (peer pressure, ad pressure, political correctness). Two or three years later those “should” choices go right out the window.

So far the 2010 to 2014 list includes 35 films. Some of these will have to get chopped by year’s end. The five best of the last four years and eight months (in this order & including not-yet–opened festival viewings): Tie between The Wolf of Wall Street and The Social Network, followed by Leviathan, Zero Dark Thirty, A Separation.

Best of 2010 (in this order): The Social Network, The Fighter, Black Swan, Inside Job, Let Me In, A Prophet, Animal Kingdom, Rabbit Hole, The Tillman Story, Winter’s Bone (10). Best of 2011 (ditto): A Separation, Moneyball, Drive, Contagion, X-Men: First Class, Attack the Block (6). Best of 2012: Zero Dark Thirty, Amour, Beasts of the Southern Wild, Barbara, The Grey, Moonrise Kingdom (6). Best of 2013: The Wolf of Wall Street, 12 Years A Slave, Inside Llewyn Davis, Her, Dallas Buyers Club, Before Midnight, The Past, Frances Ha (8). Best of 2014: Leviathan, Locke, Wild Tales, Ida, The Grand Budapest Hotel (5).

42 Best of the First Decade (’00 to ’09): Zodiac, Memento, Traffic, Amores perros, United 93, Children of Men, Adaptation, City of God, The Pianist, The Lives of Others, Sexy Beast, Avatar, There Will Be Blood, Michael Clayton, Almost Famous (the “Untitled” DVD director’s cut), 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days, Collateral, Dancer in the Dark, A Serious Man, Girlfight, The Departed, Babel, Ghost World, In the Bedroom, Talk to Her, Bloody Sunday, No Country For Old Men, The Quiet American, Whale Rider, Road to Perdition, Open Range, Touching the Void, Maria Full of Grace, Up In The Air, The Hurt Locker, Million Dollar Baby, The Motorcycle Diaries, An Education, Man on Wire, Revolutionary Road, Che and Volver.

The Film Before The Film, created by Nora Thoes and Damian Perez, Berlin-based students at the BTK University of Applied Sciences, and running 9 minutes plus 2 and 1/2 minutes of end credits, covers the evolution of main-title sequences. Nothing stunning but a solid comprehensive job. No mention of Saul Bass‘s Ocean’s 11 titles sequence? I’ve always hated those laser blue titles used for the Salkind’s ’78 Superman…too slow, repetitive and show-offy. (Posted this morning by Slashfilm‘s Peter Sciretta.)

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I never liked school or submitting to any kind of group dynamic. So I avoided Alcoholics Anonymous when I gave up the hard stuff (particularly my nightly doses of vodka and pink lemonade) in ’96, and I never did AA after I gave up wine (i.e. my beloved Pinot Grigio) and the occasional beer in March 2012. If I had a Bible it was Pete Hamill‘s “A Drinking Life” — lone wolf, cold turkey, do it yourself, my action and not “God’s,” etc. Sobriety has been pretty wonderful for the last 30 months and has ushered in unexpected clarity and stability in many areas of my life, but attending a few Al-Anon meetings in Santa Monica back in ’07 and ’08 (at the behest of a girlfriend) reminded me that I wasn’t born to follow.

But last Friday I was talking to a sober filmmaker about sobriety, and I was reminded that opening up and talking about the welcome changes always ushers in good feelings. So before I knew it I was asking him about attending a meeting somewhere. He thought I might enjoy it because of the beautiful, eccentric women that attend a particular meeting at Cedars Sinai on Sunday evenings. (“If you’re looking for a love at an AA meeting, the odds are good but the goods are odd,” is how he put it.) He turned me on to a sober friend who attends the Cedars Sinai gathering. So I talked to the friend and he gave me the particulars and said he’d save me a seat. I showed up just in time at 6:59 pm. I stood in the back for the most part and sat on a garbage can for about 20 minutes. I never found the sober guy.

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A friend talked me into attending the U.S. premiere of Neil Norman‘s Pushin’ Too Hard, a doc about the mid ’60s SoCal rockers The Seeds, at the Egyptian last Saturday night. Yeah, I know…who? The Seeds formed in ’65, put out only one serious Top-40 hit (“Pushin’ Too Hard“) in ’66, and released three medium-selling L.A.-area singles (“Can’t Seem To Make You Mine”, “Mr. Farmer” and “A Thousand Shadows”) before breaking up in ’68. This happened largely due to the eccentric wanderings of lead singer Sky Saxon (a.k.a., Richard Marsh). Like many under-equipped psychedelic adventurers of the ’60s, Saxon eventually dropped too many tabs and wound up living, mentally-speaking, in his own private fruit-loop Neverland. He died at age 71 in ’09.

The film feels a little too long — it could stand a trim of a good 20 minutes if not more. It doesn’t feel like a pro-level job — a bit on the ragged, sloppy-ass side — but that fits in with the low-rent, garage-bandy Seeds sound and the rep they had. It’s an okay film — a good-enough, second-rate doc about a band that went a little beyond flash-in-the-pan status, but not by much. The tone of the narration by legendary ex-groupie Pamela des Barres (who was sitting right behind me) feels too spunky and self-consciously “spirited”, like she’s narrating the history of Shindig, the ABC rock-music series.

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My only disagreement with John Oliver is that the Michael Brown liquor store shoplifting video is irrelevant. It’s certainly a non-issue as far as the legality of that cop shooting the unarmed Brown several times is concerned, but it’s probably relevant as far as offering an indication of Brown’s attitude and mindset just before the shooting.

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