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The Northwest Film Center's movies-under-the-stars series needs a Kickstart for a new screen.
But before the first show starts, the NFC would like to replace its rather worn outdoor screen with a new model, and it has begun a Kickstarter crowdfunding campaign to that end. As of this writing, a little more than $2000 of the hoped-for $7000 has been pledged, and there are 9 days left in the campaign. Why not throw a few bucks toward the cause, and then go check out the fruit of your donation at a "Top Down" screening? Heck, if you pledge a mere $20, you'll get two "Top Down" tickets in return. A cheaper way to be a patron of the arts I can't think of.
A DVD release party for legendary Portland experimental film, plus other goodies.
It's been a while since we've heard from Peripheral Produce, the Portland experimental film collective that created the PDX Fest and other seminal events. But word comes from Peripheral Produce ringmaster Matt McCormick that an event is planned for next month at the Hollywood Theatre.The occasion for the event is the DVD release of "Auto-Cinematic Video Mix Tape," a 1996 compilation project that featured early work from McCormick, Miranda July, Jon Raymond, Vanessa Renwick and other familiar names from the local experimental film scene. "ACVMT" was originally released on VHS and hasn't been available for years, so that in itself is news.
On August 4, "ACVMT" will screen at the Hollywood along with some new works by some of the folks on the original tape and some other lights on the local scene. It should be quite the old-home week for Portland's cinematic avant garde.
The emotionally devastating 2011 Oregon film continues to reap kudos.
Portland director Peter Richardson's harrowing and humane film "How to Die in Oregon," which won the top documentary prize at the 2011 Sundance Film Festival, has been nominated for a News and Documentary Emmy Award as Best Documentary. The film, which aired on HBO last year, details the impact of Oregon's Death with Dignity law on a number of terminally ill subjects and follows a campaign in Washington state to pass a similar law. The awards will be presented on October 1.Things that happened: Jack Nicholson and Groucho Marx
A classic: “Bonjour, Girl!”
Local comic book creators and connoisseurs weigh in on the subject of movie adaptations of their favorite funny book titles.
This weekend finds us in a trough at the multiplex, a rare pause without a new superhero movie to make into a megahit. Of course, “The Amazing Spider-Man” is still raking it in at the boxoffice, and you can still catch “Men In Black 3” and “The Avengers” in theaters, and “The Dark Knight Rises” will open on Friday, July 20. But there’s nothing new TODAY, which may actually be kind of vexing to a certain turn of mind.Still, just as there is seemingly no end to film adaptations of comic books, there is no end to thinking and opining on such movies, and Portland is particularly fertile ground for such conversations.
As is widely known, Portland is the home to a tremendous community of comic book writers, illustrators, editors, publishers and connoisseurs, and we thought it would be fun, during this unnerving downtime, to ask some of them what they think of on-screen versions of comic books.
We hunted down a baker’s dozen of Portland comic luminaries and polled them on a few pointed questions, and, as you can see, they responded with great enthusiasm and at great length.
(And for a truly brilliant explanation at why we love comic book movies so much, check out this cartoon from Mike Russell and Bill Mudron, which ran in Friday's A&E.)
THE QUESTIONS
1) What's your favorite film of a superhero comic book and why?
2) What favorite superhero comic of yours was, in your view, botched in its screen version and why?
3) What superhero comic that you love hasn't been made into a film and ought to be?
4) What's your favorite non-superhero comic/graphic novel adaptation and why?
5) Why (besides money) do you think the movies and comics/graphic novels have become such a potent union?
Scott Allie, Senior Managing Editor for Dark Horse Comics and author of, among other titles, “Exurbia,” “Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” and “The Devil’s Footprints”
Fave: “The Avengers.” It made superheroes fun again, and I'd gotten a little bored with the brooding grim stuff. There's something fun in every minute of The Avengers, and it's about time someone's making superheroes fun again.
Botch: A lot of my favorite comics were written by Alan Moore, and I've avoided most of those films. What made them great comics wasn't going to translate to 2-hour films. There was a time I really loved the “Batman” comics, and I hated the couple “Batman” movies that followed the Tim Burton ones.
I wish: “The Umbrella Academy.” That story would lend itself to a film structure, if it were adapted properly, and it'd sell a boatload of comics for us, which is the best thing about comics-to-films. Umbrella Academy is also a good next step in the evolution of superhero films, post-modern yet classic, not all grim and gritty, which has been done to death.
Non-superhero: “Road to Perdition,” because it was just a great film in its own right. I remember reading someone criticizing the glut of bad comic-book movies -- and they referenced “Charlie's Angels,” which was never a comic book -- and how those movies drew attention away from good movies, like “Road to Perdition.” Do some damn research, I thought.
Why: Hollywood loves a franchise, and comics companies were building franchises before they were even thinking of it that way. Comics specialize in big visuals, iconic characters, and high concepts. Those work well in film, and nowadays special effects have gotten to the point where just about anything an artist can imagine, filmmakers can pull off on screen.
Brian Michael Bendis, five-time Eisner Award-winning writer, artist and editor of such series as “Powers,” “Ultimate Spider-Man” and “New Avengers”
Fave: “The Rocketeer.” It's not the most well-known comics of all time but years ago Disney went to great lengths to capture this Valentine to Sunday serial action adventures.
Botch: “Daredevil” is the one that breaks my heart the most. I was writing the comic book when the movie came out and I had such high hopes for it. but something happened on the way to the screen. I'm very happy to be in the documentary on the DVD though. a lot of my heroes are on that documentary. I still think if someone decided to take a decidedly lo fi gritty action look at the character something very special could happen. But the really most heartbreaking is “League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.” It's so hard to tell someone what a masterpiece the book is and continues to be when all they know from it is that terrible movie that will always be known as the movie that was so bad that Sean Connery decided never to make another movie.
I wish: Luke Cage
Non-superhero: “Ghost World.” It's an exceptional adaptation. And a very close second is “American Splendor.” I actually like “American Splendor” the movie more than I like the comic
Why: Because they share the incalculable ways you can wed words and pictures. What I love about comics books is we are always 5 to 10 years ahead of the curve, at least. First we do it right and then the movies come along and see if they can try to match us. They rarely do and they never top us.
David Chelsea, cartoonist and illustrator and author of “David Chelsea in Love” and “Perspective!”
Fave: The 1978 “Superman” with Christopher Reeve. I lived in New York back then, and even though they call it Metropolis, the movie is full of details that evoke that time for me. I love that Lex Luthor has his hideout in Grand Central Station, and there's a great shot of Clark Kent glancing dubiously at one of those newfangled telephone non-booths when he needs to change into Superman.
Botch: I've never been much of a superhero reader, so it's hard to make comparisons. It did strike me as not quite Supermanly that Christopher Reeve kills a helpless opponent at the end of “Superman II.”
I wish: This dates me, but I think it would be a gas to see “Wonder Warthog” on the screen.
Non-superhero: I think pretty much every film version of a graphic novel that I've seen, from "The Rocketeer" to "American Splendor," has been better than the original simply because its script went through more than a first draft. Probably my favorite that I can remember is “Hugo.” Why? I love Scorsese, Sacha Baron Cohen and movies set in the 1930s, and it had the most stunning use of 3-D ever.
Why: Anthony Burgess once said that movies were more about flying than walking, and that filmmakers should stop trying to adapt Tolstoy and instead make movies from mythic sources like Beowulf. Comics are the mythology of our time.
S. W. Conser, animator and illustrator who produces the KBOO-FM interview programs “Words & Pictures” and “The Film Show"
Fave: Well, I hope my answer won't be considered cheating. I honestly can't think of any superhero films that have made a better transition from the printed page to the big screen than the animated Superman shorts produced by the Fleischer Studios in the 1940's.
Botch: George Lucas' decision to gear the 1986 movie version of “Howard the Duck” to tween audiences not only created one of the most notorious flops in Universal's history, it sadly also tarnished the reputation of the source material. That said, any reader who wants to dig up old issues of the original Howard the Duck comic book will find bitingly funny allegories of the faltering American dream which still hold up after all these years.
I wish: Even readers who don't care much for superhero comics find an allure in “Wonder Woman,” with her heady mix of vulnerability and fierce determination. Over the years, the character has grown well beyond her quirky World War II-era origins to become a worldwide emblem and inspiration.
Non-superhero: As the director of the film version of “Persepolis,” Marjane Satrapi expertly adapted her own graphic novels to the screen. With over 300 pages of criss-crossing personal, political, and cultural narratives, reshaping both Persepolis books into a 90-minute film must have been a delicate balancing act. Satrapi (and co-director Vincent Paronnaud) made clever use of camera angles and movement, editing and compositing, and subtle variations in sound and color to create a "you are there" moviegoing experience with deep emotional impact.
Why: Humans have a thing about iconic images, whether we see them on a tapestry or a cave wall, the screen or the page. These days, the lit-crit crowd is fond of saying that comic books represent our modern mythology, which may be laying it on a bit thick. But there's no denying that humble comics creators -- once the bane of every literature professor -- have stumbled in a big way onto the power of epic themes and dynamic iconography.
Colleen Coover, comic book artist and illustrator, author of “Small Favors” and “Banana Sunday”
Fave: “The Phantom.” Here was a movie that took a classic adventure comic strip about a guy who runs around in the jungle, and they did nothing to screw up that core concept! Also, Billy Zane was clearly having the time of his life.
Botch: I've pretty much blocked Ang Lee's “Hulk” from my memory. I have a vague impression of it being really boring, with a weird conflict with Bruce Banner's dad tacked on? I'm sure there are worse films, (“Catwoman” comes to mind as a strong possibility) but if I think it's going to be a stinker, I generally stay away.
I wish: Gosh I can't even think of any who don't have a movie already! A “Submariner” period film, maybe, set in the Pacific Theatre of WWII.
Non-superhero: I'm going to have to go to Japan for this one! “Ping Pong” (aka “Pingu-Pongu”) is a freakishly good sports movie based on a manga by Taiyo Matsumoto. It's about a ping pong star who has to learn the hard way that he can't fake his way to greatness on talent alone.
Why: I think for action pictures, they're attractive for being really big, colorful concepts that basically come with ready-made storyboards.
Rachel Edidin, Associate Editor at Dark Horse Comics, freelance writer and editor
Fave: “The Rocketeer,” hands down. It manages to key into exactly what makes the comic great without clinging so slavishly to the details that it fails to take advantage of its new medium. I was so happy when they announced that Joe Johnston was directing “Captain America.” I mean, he'd already put together what has to have been the greatest WWII-era-pulp-superhero-with-a-ton-of-heart audition tape of all time. “Captain America”'s probably a better movie--definitely a more sophisticated one--but “Rocketeer”'s still my favorite and probably always will be. I'm a sucker for that kind of sincerity.
Botch: “Watchmen.” It's insidious, too, because it's such a picture-perfect replica in some ways, but I think Zack Snyder got so wrapped up in the minutiae and shiny aesthetics that he altogether missed much of what informed them and made them relevant in the comic. The result is very much like walking up to what appears to be a recreation of a beautiful piece of classic architecture, tastefully updated to fit modern sensibilities and safety codes; then opening the door and discovering that it's actually a theater flat.
I wish: That's a hard one, because a lot of my favorite comics are my favorites because the story is woven so inextricably with the medium. So, while I think some of them could be made into good movies, I'm not entirely sure they ought to be. Not everything needs to be adapted, and it bugs me that adaptation into film is seen as the highest achievement in comics: what it means for a comic to be good, what it means for a movie to be good, and what it means for either to be critically or commercially successful are only marginally overlapping categories.
Non-superhero: “Scott Pilgrim vs. the World,” for pretty much the exact same reasons I dig “The Rocketeer”: It stays true to the spirit and tone of the comics, and it pushes and plays with its medium in ways that parallel what Bryan Lee O'Malley did with the original; and it's generally just a hell of a lot of fun. I like “Sin City,” too, but for the opposite reason. That was such a cinematic, and cinematically informed, comic to begin with that moving it from page to screen feels more like evolution than translation, and the result is aesthetically recursive in ways I find really cool.
Why: This is going to sound super cynical, but: Comics are visual stories that have been market tested and essentially pre-storyboarded. Looking at a comic and seeing how it could translate to a movie takes a whole lot less imagination than doing the same with a prose novel or a straight-up pitch.
Paul Guinan, multi-media artist and co-creator of the comics “Boilerplate,” “Heartbreakers” and “Chronos”
Fave: “Captain America” was not just beautifully designed and crafted, it captured the earnestness of the character, and tone of the original comic book. It trusted the strength of the material, and serviced it without irony or cynicism. That's rare in modern movies.
Botch: “Green Lantern” film overburdened itself with a backstory that took the comic title decades to develop. The legendary comic artist Alex Toth, who worked on "GL" in the '60s, would've make the notation "K.I.S.S.!": keep it simple, stupid!
I wish: A WWII “Wonder Woman” movie -- think “Thor” meets “Saving Private Ryan.”
Non-superhero: “Lone Wolf & Cub”: As a film series it was able to capture the epic quality of the long running manga series.
Why: Superheroes have been popular since the 1930s, but the digital age makes it possible to depict super heroics in new ways that are exciting for moviegoers.
Steve Lieber, Eisner Award-winning illustrator of such comics as “Batman,” “Superman,” “Hellboy,” “Star Trek,” “Road to Perdition” and “GI Joe” and the graphic novel series “Whiteout.”
Fave: Richard Donner's first “Superman” movie from 1978. I don't tend to seek out flashy action, which is a staple of most superhero films. “Superman”'s focus on creating a sense of wonder puts it ahead of the pack for me.
Botch: “The Fantastic Four.” I don't think much of the heart or the fun of the original comics survived the translation to the screen.
I wish: “The Interman” by Jeff Parker, published by Octopus Press. It's a sort of “Bourne Identity” story with a super-powered spy on the run from killers sent to eliminate all traces of the program that created him. It's smart and stylish, and delivers plenty of impressive spectacle without ever losing the human connection.
Non-superhero: “American Splendor.” Paul Giamatti was fantastic as Harvey Pekar, and I loved the multiple depictions between documentary footage, film drama, stage acting and animation.
Why: If you're making movies, your job is to tell stories with images. Comics artists have spent the past century telling all sorts of stories, but we have one thing in common: We make our points visually. Our collective body of work is an incredibly rich vein for them to mine.
Dylan Meconis, writer-illustrator of such online and print comics titles as “Bite Me!” and “Family Man.”
Fave: I really liked “Iron Man.” That was a great example of taking a brand with only a medium level of cachet outside the comic book-reading public and just making some smart, funny summer pulp with it that really revived a whole character. I never cared for the Tony Stark character at all -- in the ongoing grim-ification of superhero worlds, he came off as a booze-wrecked, mega-rich jerk in a nuclear suit - until Jon Favreau and Robert Downey Jr. et al. retrofitted him into a funny, likable character, one who's MORE likeable for being a bit flippant and spoiled.
Botch: I only see the ones that enough people assure me are worth the price of admission, and combined with my typically low expectations, I haven't been seriously disappointed as a result. I also don't read many superhero titles, so I don't have a burning desire to see that one story arc of “Ant-Man” made into a movie.
I wish: It seems pretty silly that nobody's managed to get a “Wonder Woman” movie out yet.
Non-superhero: “Persepolis.” The (animated) movie was an expansion and a deepening of what Marjane Satrapi did with her original two-book series about her youth in Iran. She was heavily involved in the creation of the film version, and the animation art keep very close to the style of her own drawing and presenting information.
Why: Because special effects technology has advanced to the point where movies can actually show all the crazy (and exciting) stuff that happens in a superhero comic, and in many cases do it with more dynamism and coherence than on the printed page. Movies also tend to understand that the audience is starting at Square One (ie, need to see Peter Parker get bitten by the spider at the beginning) and wants to finish a complete story arc in one sitting (the villain is defeated). In comics, there's often a great deal of complicated back-story that you need to know about to understand what you're reading. It can be hard to know where to start, whereas with a movie, you just buy a ticket and walk in and feel pretty certain that you're not going to leave confused. So in I think that, in some ways, movies do superheroes better than comic books do, now.
Natalie Nourigat, creator of the illustrated autobiography “Between Gears” and illustrator of titles for Oni Press, Graphic Universe, Image Comics and others.
Fave: “Iron Man” is great because in a very short amount of time it explains Tony Stark's origin and makes you really root for him, without getting bogged down by irrelevant details from the comics.
Botch: I think it was a missed opportunity to make a “Green Lantern” movie about Hal Jordan rather than John Stewart. John is the Green Lantern from the “Justice League” cartoons that aired 2001-2004; I think a lot of people my age and younger would have been more into a movie about him. He's a fantastic character and he's one of the most prominent African-American superheroes, of which there have been precious few in Hollywood adaptations.
I wish: “Batgirl: Year One,” “Wonder Woman: The Circle,” or “Mysterius the Unfathomable,” if we can stretch the definition of superhero a bit!
Non-superhero: “Scott Pilgrim vs. The World” is everything an adaptation should be -- true to the spirit of the source material but unafraid to explore new ground in the film. Edgar Wright was the perfect choice for director, and I think it was really smart that he consulted the comic's creator, Bryan Lee O'Malley.
Why: There are just so many good comic stories out there; Hollywood could never exhaust the potential adaptations (especially if they mine deeper than superhero titles). Popular superheroes like Batman span multiple generations; they appeal to young people but they're also nostalgic for people who grew up with other versions of the character. Film technology has also reached a point recently where it can keep up with the visuals that many action comics require (human flight, intergalactic battles, transforming into the Hulk, etc.).
Jeff Parker, writer and illustrator for such comics as “X-Men: First Class,” “Agents of Atlas” and his own “The Interman”
Fave: If you consider him a superhero -- he does fly -- “The Rocketeer,” from Dave Stevens' comics. It captures the spirit of old serial adventures with solid story and talented cast.
Botch: “Superman Returns” gave us this dour, creepy take on Superman that got everything about the hero wrong. And it doesn't work as a story, no one's motivations make sense. It's no fun.
I wish: Jack Kirby's “Machine Man” is a natural! An android built for war with endless visual possibilities and you can put him in any scenario.
Non-superhero: I like ones that build up the world of the characters and get the feel right. Right now I'm between “Hellboy” and “Danger: Diabolik.”
Why: Movies now can convincingly show you the unabashed power fantasies that comics have always excelled at telling. Of course, it takes a fortune and years to make the same story the books can give you in a couple of months.
Jamie S. Rich, author of such graphic novels as “You Have Killed Me,” “It Girl and the Atomics” and “Spell Checkers.”
Fave: “Iron Man” continues to be the most spontaneous, fun, and action-packed realization of its hero's four-colored adventures. While “The Dark Knight” is probably the better film, it's more specialized; “Iron Man” is universal. As an aside, the best overall superhero movie was not based on a comic. Brad Bird's “The Incredibles” is pretty much a perfect movie. It's full of pathos, action, humor, and unbelievable visual feats --everything a superhero story should have.
Botch: “X-Men: First Class” has a smarmy tone, like the filmmakers were above the material and could only approach it with their tongues in their cheeks. Plus, very few actual X-Men made it into the cast.
I wish: Mike Allred's “Madman.” Allred has hatched many a plan with Robert Rodriguez to make the film in a manner similar to the “Sin City” movie, and the character has the potential for the sort of gonzo fun-fest that the genre so far lacks. I wish it would happen.
Non-superhero: “American Splendor” captures the spirit of Harvey Pekar -- arguably a superhero himself -- and manages to find an inventive way to cover the man's entire career without losing sight of the small stuff, which is what made his autobio comics so great.
Why: Given the advances in special effects technology, I think audiences crave material that is larger than life. Comics come with a huge back catalogue full of the most imaginative visuals from the last 100 years. It's like the movies have finally started catching up with us in terms of the size of their canvas. Comic books have never been restrained by budget or aspect ratio.
Bobby “Fatboy” Roberts, podcaster, film critic, movie screening host, trivia emcee, and creator of the famed “Geek Remixed” music series
Fave: I maintain the best superhero film ever made was Brad Bird's "The Incredibles," but since that wasn't actually adapted from a comic (although it pulls very heavily from both the “Fantastic Four” as well as, believe it or not, “Watchmen” and James Bond), I'd probably have to go with “The Dark Knight.” Then probably “Superman: The Movie,” and then maybe “Spider-Man 2.”
Botch: The biggest botch job has to be "The Spirit," directed by Frank Miller, from the works of his mentor, Will Eisner.
I wish: I would like to see “Nextwave” by Warren Ellis make it to the screen, “Runaways” by Brian K. Vaughan, and a CG animated "Kingdom Come" by Mark Waid and Alex Ross, animated/art designed in Ross' painterly style.
Non-superhero: There are a LOT of graphic novel adaptations that are really well done. “Persepolis” is up there, “Road to Perdition” is up there, as is “Ghost World.” It's weird, but I think I'd have to call it a toss-up between “Scott Pilgrim vs. The World” and “A History of Violence.” Those two couldn't be any more different, but there you go.
Why: Easy mythology. Easy blockbuster potential. Easy brand recognition. I'd say "They're already storyboards" as many producers have and continue to say, but considering most movies aren't directly adapted from any one specific arc or graphic novel, I don't think that factors in. But it's a lot easier to just grab a character that was already pretty large on the pop-culture landscape and put him in a movie than it is to dream up your own take on Campbellian myth-making. Especially if he wears underwear on the outside that you can turn into some weird leathery-fishscale looking thing in the name of "reality."
Frozen: George Lucas in carbonite, complete with sleep drool.
New releases in Portland-area theaters not reviewed in this week's A&E.
“Americano” Feature debut of director Mathieu Demy (son of Jacques) who stars as a man investigating his late mother’s legacy. (Living Room Theaters)“Beyond the Black Rainbow” Trippy tale of life inside a futuristic commune. (Clinton Street Theater, Saturday through Monday only)
“Days of Heaven” Terrence Malick’s classic 1978 drama about a pair of con artists (Richard Gere, Brooke Adams) and an ailing farmer (Sam Shepard). (Laurelhurst)
“An Evening with Bill Plympton” The Oregon-born cartoonist holds court. Always a treat. (Northwest Film Center, Wednesday only)
“Forbidden Zone” “Rocky Horror”-style sci-fi/fantasy musical starring the immortal Hervé Villechaize. (Clinton Street Theater, Saturday through Thursday only)
“Friday the 13th Part III” The 1982 slasher sequel, in 3-D. (Bagdad, Friday only)
“Grosse Pointe Blank” The gloriously cracked hitman comedy/romance with John Cusack. (Academy)
“Mind Zone: Therapists Behind the Front Lines” Work-in-progress screening of a documentary about mental health care of combat soldiers in Afghanistan. (Northwest Film Center, Thursday only)
“Night of the Living Dead” and “Night of the Living Dead Reanimated” A screening of George Romero’s landmark 1968 zombie movie is bracketed by two showings of an animated feature, created by multiple artists, reimagining the film. (Clinton Street Theater, Friday only)
“North by Northwest” The great Alfred Hitchcock thriller starring Cary Grant, James Mason, Eva Marie Saint and a cropduster. (Clackamas Town Center, Wednesday only)
“Snake in the Eagle’s Shadow” and “Sabertooth Dragon vs. the Fiery Tiger” A pair of rare martial arts gems in 35mm. (Hollywood Theatre, Tuesday only)
“Swing Time” Fred Astaire + Ginger Rogers = perfection. (Hollywood Theatre, Saturday only)
“Taxi Driver” The stupefyingly powerful 1976 Martin Scorsese/Robert De Niro drama about a psychotic cabbie. (5th Avenue Cinema, Friday through Sunday only)
“Turn Me on, Dammit!” Norwegian comedy about a teenage girl becoming aware of her sexuality. (Living Room Theaters)
“We Grew Wings” Documentary about the University of Oregon women’s track team. (Hollywood Theatre, Sunday only, with repeat showings July 22 and July 29)
“You All Are Captains” Drama about a filmmaker manipulating street children in a film-with-a-film. (Northwest Film Center, Saturday and Sunday only)
The five films playing in Portland-area theaters that I'd soonest see again.
1) "Beasts of the Southern Wild" A dreamy and joyous film about life, death, hope, dreams and wonder on an island in the Mississippi Delta. The miraculous young Quevezhané Wallis stars as Hushpuppy, a wee girl who experiences life in the feral community known as the Bathtub as a stream of wonder and delight, even though her dad (Dwight Henry) is gruff, her mom is absent and a killer storm is bearing down on her home. Writer-director Behn Zeitlin, in his feature debut, combines poetry and audacity in ways that recall Terrence Malick, but with a light and spry touch. Still, all his great work pales in comparison to the stupendous little Wallis, whom you'll never forget. Cinema 21
2) "Moonrise Kingdom"
Wes Anderson films are such a specific taste that I'm a bit hesitant to suggest
that this might be his most approachable (but surely not crowd-pleasing)
work. In the wake of the delightful "The
Fantastic Mr. Fox," Anderson returns to live-action and his familiar tics and
habits in a tale of young (as in 'pre-teen') lovers on the run. Newcomers Jared Gilman and Kara Hayward fill
the lead roles delightfully, and Anderson's muses Bill Murray and Jason
Schwartzman are joined ably by Edward Norton, Bruce Willis and Frances
McDormand, among others. It's a light
and breezy film with a very sweet heart and old-fashioned sturdiness. Even if you were left puzzled by the likes of
"Rushmore" or "The Royal Tenenbaums" (still his best non-animated films, for
me), this is likely to win you over. multiple locations
3) "Bernie” It’s a term of deep praise to note that writer-director Richard Linklater (deepbreath: “Slacker,” “Dazed and Confused,” “Before Sunrise,” “Before Sunset,” “Waking Life,” “School of Rock”)
is capable more than any contemporary American filmmaker of making
terrific movies about nearly nothing. Here, working with a
based-on-truth story, he gives us life in the small East Texas town of
Carthage, where a beneficent funeral director (Jack Black) and a mean, wealthy widow (Shirley MacLaine)
become unlikely chums and companions...under she mysteriously goes
missing. Linklater weaves the dramatized version of the story with dry
and deft interviews of actual Carthaginians (is that what they’re
called?) and even several musical numbers in a perfect frappe of a black
comedy. multiple locations
4) "Your Sister's Sister" Seattle filmmaker Lynn Shelton spins a sweet and sad and true-feeling variation on a Hollywood romcom, with shlubby leading man Mark Duplass caught unexpectedly between two half-sisters, Emily Blunt and Rosemarie DeWitt.
There are machinations that could have been drawn from a higher-gloss
(and less appealing) film. But, as in her not dissimilar "Humpday,"
Shelton finds real grounding for the story in the personalities of her
cast, who improvised some of their scenes within guidelines. The result
feels theatrical and human at once, with three wise, low-key
performances and a credible air of confusion and hope. A sly winner. Fox Tower, Kiggins
5) "Monsieur Lazhar" This delicate, sweet and, surprisingly,
harrowing little drama was nominated for an Oscar as best foreign language
film, and it's a mark of its quality that it's a very good film despite that sometimes dubious
distinction. Mohamed Fellag stars as the
title character, a secretive and formal man who arrives at a Montreal school
out of the blue and volunteers to take the place of a teacher who has left
under horrid circumstances. Gradually
his compassion and wisdom come to heal wounds, just as his own personal pains
are revealed. Writer-director Philippe
Falardeau dances around the clichés inherent in the scenario as if they didn't
exist, eliciting wonderful performances from his cast (especially the kids) and
real emotions from the audience. Living Room Theaters
A triumphant debut blends dreams, fears and hardscrabble life in sometimes breathtaking fashion.
There’s a sense in watching any movie that you’re dreaming, albeit wide awake and amid a community of strangers. We sit with our eyes open and we gaze at the impossible: instant shifts of space and time, improbable plots, music from nowhere, animation, computer effects, montages.So if all movies are, to some extent, living dreams, what to say about a film like “Beasts of the Southern Wild,” which is dreamlike and poetic and symphonic and magical in ways beyond the ordinary movie -- and beyond quite a few extraordinary ones, too.
“Beasts” is a fantasy, perhaps, or maybe an alternative history of recent events, or it could simply be a depiction of the world as seen and felt by a curious, apt, precocious, and intuitive young child. At times it moves like a hallucination; at times it feels like journalism or, perhaps more to the point, sociology. You’re continually leaning into it, wondering what’s real and what’s imaginary, what the physical and moral laws of its universe are, and where it all might go. The only thing you’re sure of, virtually from the very start, is that you’ve never seen anything quite like it.
The film is the feature debut of director Benh Zeitlin, who is adapting (albeit, surely, very loosely) a play by Lucy Alibar. It centers on a little girl named Hushpuppy who lives on an island in the Mississippi Delta known by its couple of score of inhabitants as the Bathtub.
The Bathtub sits outside of what Hushpuppy calls “the Dry World,” that is, the land protected by the levees, just as it sits outside of what the rest of us might call ‘civilization.’ It’s a broken-down place, built of and strewn with garbage, overrun by weeds and feral animals, bereft of work and school and government and media, and yet (or, perhaps, ‘hence’) it’s a paradise. The children are raised communally, the lines between the manmade and natural worlds have dissolved, a sense of play permeates the lives of young and old alike, there’s little longing or despair because there’s little need or want. From some vantages, life on the Bathtub might look like mere subsistence; from others, maybe, it looks like purity.
And yet, even through the eyes of wise-beyond-her-years Hushpuppy, who narrates and is largely the focus of the film, we can see that there are things missing from the Bathtub, and dangers in it. For one thing, Hushpuppy has no mother, and is being raised, if that’s the word, by her gruff and often drunken dad, Wink. And for another, an apocalyptic storm a la (if not actually) Hurricane Katrina hits the Delta, inundating the Bathtub and threatening its way of life. The residents take drastic measures to save their community, and Hushpuppy herself sets out on a personal voyage of discovery.
Zeitlin, in the vein of Terrence Malick, dances through his story like a milkweed seed in the thrall of a breeze. He brings us close to Hushpuppy but never quite puts us inside her head; she informs us and counsels us, but we’re mostly on our own in trying to puzzle out who the inhabitants of the Bathtub are to one another and which of the events that we watch are actual and which make-believe. The ominous, destructive creatures Hushpuppy refers to as aurochs, for instance: do they exist only in myth, or are they real, or can’t she tell the difference? And, finally, does it matter? What Hushpuppy believes is, in this universe, what we must take to be true. And whether she’s dreaming or hoping things rather than experiencing them in an objective fashion matters not from the side of the screen through which we experience the movie.
“Beasts” is shot, quite beautifully, by cinematographer Ben Richardson on 16mm, which gives it a raw, documentary feel, but it gracefully includes some moments of computer-generated magic which give life to Hushpuppy’s speculations on the nature of time and the universe. And it moves to strange and intoxicating music Zeitlin composed with Dan Romer.
But for all the beguiling quality brought to the film by its creators, the most unforgettable contribution is made by Quvenzhané Wallis, the tiny slip of a girl who plays Hushpuppy with enormous heart, authority and daring. Looking impossibly fragile and yet enduring whatever the Bathtub and the fates throw at her, she turns Hushpuppy into the most unlikely movie hero you can imagine: a child of nature able not only to withstand but to comprehend the infinitude around her. Wallis is, like crusty Dwight Henry, who plays Wink with offhanded, hazy humor, a newcomer to acting. But despite her greenness she carries the film on her wee little shoulders like a titan. It’s breathtaking.
“Beasts” won the Grand Jury and cinematography prizes at January’s Sundance Film Festival and four prizes, including the one for best first feature, at Cannes in May. Inevitably, that has led to a backlash, with some people complaining that the film is a muddled headscratcher and others that Zeitlin infantilizes and patronizes Hushpuppy and the other inhabitants of the Bathtub in a way that reeks of colonialism, white privilege and liberal guilt.
I would argue, rather, that what disconcerts here is not only deliberate but liberating: just as she lives outside of what the rest of us think of as civilization, Hushpuppy has no concern for ordinary notions of narrative, whether that mean causality or the obligation to differentiate realism from fantasy. As for Zeitlin somehow demeaning his subjects, surely that charge is leavened by the deep intimacy the viewer feels with Hushpuppy. “Beasts of the Southern Wild” brings you into a world you didn’t know existed with a closeness that the movies almost never achieve. If that constitutes exploitation, then it’s a crime which all works of art should aspire to commit.
(91 min., PG-13, Cinema 21) Grade: A-minus
Greta Gerwig shines through a dim and uninspired indie romcom.
The best thing about the wan comedy “Lola Versus” is the extended opportunity to watch the emerging star Greta Gerwig, even if the material she has to work with isn’t always worthy of her offbeat gifts and charms.The film, co-written by director Daryl Wein and Zoe Lister Jones (the latter of whom plays Gerwig’s best chum), is the tale of a woman who’s about to get married and finish her Ph.D. on the cusp of her thirtieth birthday. It all falls apart, and in the ensuing throes of angst she relies heavily on her pals (Jones and Hamish Linklater) and her parents (Debra Winger and Bill Pullman) and endures the sort of embarrassing miscues and coincidences that only befall the heroines of bad romantic comedies.
Gerwig manages to infuse her role with dignity and heart, despite the goofy permutations of the script. As in “Damsels in Distress” and “Greenberg,” she combines a real-girl aspect and an arch, knowing calm that feels theatrical and distanced and yet intimate and warm. That strong presence in the center almost makes “Lola Versus” watchable even as it starts to get formulaic, preachy and tiresome.
(87 min., R, Fox Tower) Grade: C-plus
The coming week's menu of revival movies in Portland theaters.
"Days of Heaven" Terrence Malick's gorgeous 1978 romance. (Laurelhurst: full week)"Forbidden Zone" "Rocky Horror"-style fantasy musical with Herve Villechaize and Susan Tyrell. (Clinton Street Theater: Saturday through Thursday)
"Friday the 13th Part III" 1982 slasher sequel in 3-D. (Bagdad: Friday only)
"Gross Point Blank" Jon Cusack may never have been better than in this neurotic hit man comedy. (Academy: full week)
"Lost in the Desert" 1970 drama about a boy wandering the Kalahari after a plane crash. (Hollywood Theatre: Saturday only)
"Modern Times" Charlie Chaplin's great 1936 talkie with live musical accompaniment by the Filmusik gang. (Hollywood Theatre: Thursday only)
"Night of the Living Dead" George Romero's unparalleled 1968 zombie film, playing with a new film, "Night of the Living Dead Reanimated," in which animators re-imagine passages from the original. (Clinton Street Theater: Friday only)
"North by Northwest" For some, this is Alfred Hitchcock's shining hour, with Cary Grant and Eva Marie Saint. (Clackamas Town Center: Wednesday only)
"Return to Waterloo" Kinks frontman Ray Davies will be on hand to present this 1984 feature which he wrote and directed. (Hollywood Theatre: Sunday only)
"Snake in the Eagle's Shadow" and "Sabertooth Dragon vs. the Fiery Tiger" A pair of 1970s martial arts films shown in the original 35mm. (Hollywood Theatre: Tusday only)
"Swing Time" The perfection that is a Fred Astaire-Ginger Rogers film, from 1936. (Hollywood Theatre: Saturday only)
"Taxi Driver" Still stunning decades later, Martin Scorsese's portrait of a psychotic New York cabbie, built around an immortal Robert De Niro performance. (5th Avenue Cinema: Friday through Sunday only)
Game face: Marlon Brando (with Francis Ford Coppola) during the filming of “The Godfather” (via PickledElephant)
Catch 'em while you can!
I'm not sure if you could find a more distinct pair of films than this week's class of soon-to-be-gone movies: Jean Renoir's immortal 1937 World War I drama "Grand Illusion" and the Duplass brothers' pleasantly goofy sibling rivalry comedy "The Do-Deca-Pentathalon." Both are worth leaving the house to see, though: they have that in common.From "Lawrence of Arabia" and "The Lion in Winter" to "My Favorite Year" and "Ratatouille," he was born to be a star, whether he wanted to be one or not.
Peter O'Toole, age 79, has announced that he will no longer perform in films or on stage or TV, and with his retirement the world shrinks just a little.From 1962, when the relatively unknown Irish actor with the piercing sky blue eyes dazzled the world in "Lawrence of Arabia," O'Toole appeared for all the world to be born to act, with a booming voice, insanely good looks, a rakish way with booze and ladies, and an outsized personality. He was of the generation that included such epic lads as Richard Burton, Oliver Reed, Alan Bates and his longtime friend Richard Harris, reprobates all, and he is the last of them alive.
I can think of perhaps a dozen O'Toole roles that will always stay with me. "Lawrence," of course, and the great historical follow-ups "Becket" and "A Lion in Winter," which seemed of a piece with "Lawrence," somehow, revealing O'Toole's curious combination of grandeur and fragility. (The decision to cast him opposite Katherine Hepburn as feuding royal spouses in the latter was the sort of thing the word 'inspiration' was coined to describe.) In Clive Donner's "What's New, Pussycat?" and Peter Medak's "The Ruling Class" he put his good looks and perverse sense of humor to fine use, revealing a twisted sensibility that felt at once modern and classic.
And then the good roles seemed to stop coming to him as his love of drink and distaste for professional discipline became as legendary as those blue eyes. There were still great film roles -- the rascally director in "The Stunt Man," the Errol Flynn-inspired alcoholic actor in "My Favorite Year" -- but more frequently he appeared to be showing up to be paid rather than to deliver a performance. Very late, he had two fine autumnal roles: one as the aged actor inspired by lust in "Venus," the other as the voice of the acerbic food critic Anton Ego in "Ratatouille." But by then the memory of the brilliant young man seemed almost disconnected from the fellow in front of you.
He never quit working on stage, and I was lucky enough to see him. In 1982, traveling through London after college, I bought the cheapest ticket in the house to watch O'Toole perform George Barnard Shaw's "Man and Superman." Sitting way up in the gods of the Haymarket theater, and even though he was handicapped with a hoarse voice and his arm in a sling, I was bowled over by his energy, magnetism, force and intensity. He had something, alright, even when his reputation said that he'd lost it.
I speak about O'Toole as if he has died, which, of course, he has not. The irony is that a full decade ago, offered a lifetime achievement Oscar (he has never won an Academy Award competitively, despite eight nominations), he nearly declined because he declared himself far from finished in the craft. And, in fact, "Venus," his final Oscar-nominated performance, was yet to come. But his output since accepting that award wasn't very different from what he'd done. Announcing his retirement seems a fitting farewell, and even as a fan I feel
His retirement comes just days after the death of Ernest Borgnine, who lived to 95 and never quit working -- perhaps because he was of a stronger constitution, perhaps because success and stardom came to him later in life and had less to do with the random gift of physical beauty. O'Toole was one of those blessed to look like a movie star even when he taxed his body with hard living. You can't be sad to see him depart the stage, not when he seemed so shy about filling it maximally, not when he's leaving behind so many wonderful hours for us to watch and watch again forever.
As part of this coming weekend's epic Ray Davies Day, the rock legend will present the 1984 film he directed at the Hollywood Theatre.
There aren't many rock icons on the scale of Ray Davies, the leader and chief songwriter of The Kinks, who was wailing on power chords nearly 50 years ago with the likes of "You Really Got Me" and "All Day and All of the Night" and moved into more sophisticated fare with such hits as "Dedicated Follower of Fashion," "Waterloo Sunset" and "Lola."Davies will be in town on Sunday, July 15, to perform at the Aladdin Theater, but before that show he'll appear at the Hollywood Theatre to present a super-rare screening of "Return to Waterloo," a fantasy-thriller which he both wrote and directed. The film, which features a young Tim Roth in a small role, hasn't, to my knowledge, played theatrically in Portland before, so this is a treat indeed.
All of these events, by the way, have been ingeniously packaged as Ray Davies Day, with official mayorial certification and everything. So if you attend the film, not only will you behold a legend in the flesh and catch a film you'd likely never see otherwise, you'd actually be doing your civic duty as a citizen of our fair metropolis. Win-win-win, if you ask me.
(BTW, Ringo Starr will also be in town to perform on Sunday. I'm smellin' all-star jam or all-night booze session, but maybe that's just the nostalgia talkin'.....)
A visit to Portland by the legendary actor, who died yesterday, led to a phone call and an unforgettable night.
When Turner Classic Movies and the Northwest Film Center announced in late winter that Ernest Borgnine would be coming to Portland to introduce a screening of "Marty," I was puzzled. The event, a preamble to the TCM Classic Film Festival, seemed rather a lot to ask of a man who had just turned 95, and "Marty," as estimable as it may be, had no special meaning that I could see for a Portland audience.Dutifully I reported the news and when I was asked if I'd like to speak to Borgnine to help promote the event, I said 'sure.' I'd known about Ernest Borgnine as long as I could remember, after all, and if I was never a huge fan or a completist, I greatly admired his work in "From Here to Eternity," "Emperor of the North," "The Wild Bunch," "The Vikings," "Escape from New York," "Vera Cruz" and, of course, "Marty," and I remembered watching "McHale's Navy" reruns as a boy with real delight. I respected his longevity, his vigor, his apparent enthusiasm for any kind of work that came his way (such as doing a voice on TV's "SpongeBob Squarepants") and the sheer unlikely good fortune of his career, given his sack-of-potatoes face, meaty body, unglamourous name and late start in the biz (he didn't get his first film credit until age 34).
Came the morning and the phone rang and on the other end was the unmistakable voice of the man himself, and when I greeted him with "Good morning, Mr. Borgnine," he boomed, "What is this ‘Mr. Borgnine’ stuff? Ernie’s the name!" And off we went, starting with his account of enjoying his days in a cabin he once owned along the Rogue River in Southern Oregon. So robust and funny and happy was his talk that I simply ran it all in the Sunday Oregonian in q-and-a fashion; I would have felt like a churl cutting any of it out.
A few days after my story ran, the "Marty" screening was held before a packed house at the Whitsell Auditorium of the Portland Art Museum, and I arrived with my 12-year-old daughter early enough to greet Borgnine in the green room. When we got there, he was seated in a chair, dressed in a suit and tie and wearing a cardigan under his jacket as a redoubt to the wet chill of a Portland spring. He was conversing with characteristic animation with a woman who was identified to me as Robert Mitchum's daughter (and who got away before I could chat with her). She was mentioning a pet film project that her father never got to make and how there was a great part in it for Borgnine, and he responded enthusiastically and told her to contact his office when she had an indication that the movie might go forward.
My daughter and I were next, and I was honestly taken aback when Borgnine stood from his chair to shake my hand and thank me for the story I'd run, which he said he enjoyed. (He was looking right in my eyes when he said this, and even though I'm a lousy poker player, I truly don't think he was shining me on.) He then bent over and smiled at my daughter and shook her hand, and when I told him that she, naturally, knew him best from "SpongeBob," he immediately did a bit of dialogue in his Mermaid Man voice, and she literally startled in delight. We spoke with him for another minute or so, and then said goodbye and made way for the other guests whom he was meant to greet and to find some seats in the theater.
I had been recruited to introduce Borgnine and TCM host Ben Mankiewicz, and I did that quickly and left the stage to them. And then I watched Borgnine pretty much do with Mankiewicz in person what he'd done with me on the phone: use him as punctuation for a series of anecdotes and reminiscences and jokes. He went through some of the same stories he'd told me about making "Marty" and winning the Oscar, shared a few laughs about the reactions he'd gotten over the years from Italian tough guys and Los Angeles cops who were ticked off with him for killing Frank Sinatra in "From Here to Eternity," and remembered how he was just about to turn down the lead in "McHale's Navy" ("I'm a movie star," he told his agent) when a kid selling candy bars for his Boy Scout troop rang the doorbell and could name every lead actor on TV but didn't recognize the Oscar winner who was standing in front of him.
The audience, which had greeted him with a standing ovation, ate it up like the best gelato in the world, and Borgnine was clearly having a gas. But there was a whole feature film to screen, and so he was finally led off the stage, to another standing ovation. He and Mankiewicz and some others headed off to Mother's Bistro, where he held court over dinner, and we all settled in to watch "Marty," which was still vital and entertaining and funny and sweet nearly 60 years after it was made.
Yesterday, when news came of Borgnine's death, I was saddened, but only briefly. The man so exuded verve and joy and bonhomie and gratitude for his life and career that my mournfulness lasted only a moment. Ernest Borgnine was truly filled with life, and simply connecting with him for a few fleeting minutes enriched mine in a way for which I'll always be happy. And the work he left behind: I'll always enjoy that, too.
-- Shawn Levy
Ernest Borgnine, who died today at age 95, visited Portland in April to introduce “Marty” and wowed a crowd with stories. He stood to shake my 12 year-old daughter’s hand when they met and spoke to her in the voice of his “SpongeBob SquarePants” character Mermaid Man. He was a gentleman. I miss him already.
That girl (and that chick): Quvenzhané Wallis
That girl: Anjelica Huston (and a Happy Birthday to the Divine Miss H….)