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Boosts from Sundance and Cannes prizes don't translate into boxoffice appeal
One of the most eagerly awaited films of the summer is upon us, and it has no special effects, no comic book connections, no action scenes, no raunchy jokes, and no actors that you’ve ever heard of.Heck, you may not even have heard of the movie -- which, of course, makes it odd that it can be considered “eagerly awaited.”
The film in question is “Beasts of the Southern Wild,” a tiny, poetic and sometimes thrilling movie about life on an island in the Mississippi Delta, a place outside of civilization that’s radically altered by a massive storm. “Beasts” won the Grand Jury and cinematography prizes at January’s Sundance Film Festival, took home four awards from May’s Cannes Film Festival (including the Camera d’Or for best first feature), and has been rapturously received by festival audiences and critics in the other cities where it has appeared. (It opens here on Friday, July 13 at Cinema 21.)
If that gilded pedigree sounds enticing to you, you’re probably aware that you’re not exactly swimming in the widest stream of American moviegoing. “Beasts” began its commercial theatrical run in late June on four (that is FOUR) screens in New York and Los Angeles, or roughly 0.1% of the number of venues that have been or will be devoted to the premieres of “The Avengers,” “The Amazing Spider-Man” and “The Dark Knight Rises,” to name just the biggest of this summer’s blockbusters. A nationwide sensation “Beasts” is, in short, not.
In fact, it turns out that few films that win even the most prestigious prizes at the most prestigious film festivals ever become true boxoffice sensations. Consider these Sundance-winning titles: “Like Crazy” (2011), “Frozen River” (2008), “Sangre de Mi Sangre” (aka “Padre Nuestro”) (2007), “Quinceañera” (2006), “Forty Shades of Blue” (2005), “Primer” (2004), “American Splendor” (2003), and “Personal Velocity” (2002). It’s an estimable list, with some real treats and a couple of Oscar nominations in the bunch. But the eight films made a total of $14,980,000 -- combined. Boxoffice success is surely not a sign of quality, but it seems that films that get such a huge boost from America’s premiere festival ought to do better, no?
You could blame distributors (a few of those titles never even played in indie film-friendly Portland, for instance, let alone other, larger markets). And you can point out that the festival juries who award these prizes are obliged to choose from the films which are officially entered in the competition and thus unable to crown other films at the festival which might be equally worthy -- much in the way political elections are choices between the actual candidates and not always (if ever) a selection of the absolute best people.
But, too, there seems to be a disconnect between what film festival audiences and juries like and what the larger moviegoing public wants to see. As film industry analyst Jeffrey Wells of HollywoodElsewhere puts it, “There's always been a huge aesthetic gap between film journos and cineastes who attend film festivals and Average Joes who buy tickets to see films. Film dweebs tend to regard emotional currents askance, as many of them did with ‘Titanic.’ But a film generally has to deliver a clear and accessible emotional connection to gather boxoffice support.”
Another way of thinking about it is to realize that movies can take on an aura of urgency and impact in the heat of a film festival that doesn’t’ necessarily carry over to the plein aire of ordinary moviegoing. This can, in some cases, mean that distributors pay way more for them than they ought to. And it can mean that juries -- which are, after all, composed of humans and subject to whims, moods and pressures -- can mete out prizes in curious ways. “Like Crazy,” for instance, was selected ahead of “Martha Marcy Mae Marlene” and “Take Shelter”; “Quinceañera” ahead of “Half Nelson”; “Primer” ahead of “Garden State” and “Napoleon Dynamite”; “Forty Shades” ahead of (deep breath) “Brick,” “Hustle and Flow,” “Me and You and Everyone We Know,” and “The Squid and the Whale.” Boxoffice aside, the post-festival critical reception favored the also-rans in virtually all of those cases.
It’s worth noting that some Sundance winners have gone on to boxoffice success and even to make noise during awards season: “Precious” won the festival’s top prize in 2009 and “Winter’s Bone” the following year. And, too, Cannes, where the films in competition aren’t limited by budget size as at Sundance, can anoint some films that go on to do relatively big business: among recent winners of that festival’s top prize, the Palme d’Or, have been “The Tree of Life” (2011), “Fahrenheit 9/11” (2004), and “The Pianist” (2002). (It might also, of course, turn out that "Beasts of the Southern Wild" ends up the next "Avatar," but don't hold your breath until you turn blue....)
But it can be argued that each of those commercially successful titles had something -- a star (or star-making performance), a level of polish, a hot-button subject matter, directorial cachet -- to put it over at the boxoffice. In other words, a prestigious prize was only one of the things they had going for them. As Tom Ranieri, owner operator of Cinema 21, where “Beasts” will debut and where several other festival-winning films have had their Portland premeires, says: “While winning an award obviously raises the profile of a title, it has very little effect on the number of people whom eventually see it. A movie has to have a spark (hot titles seem to spontaneously combust) for there to be any chance of finding an audience. Winning awards is part of the overall marketing can of gasoline. A ton of fuel with no spark equals no fire.”
Reviews of this week's new releases in Portland-area theaters.
The big movie opening of the week is "The Amazing Spider-Man," but there's plenty of variety out there, and we review much of it, including Woody Allen's Italian rondelay "To Rome with Love," Oliver Stone's bloody, sexy crime film "Savages," the Duplass brothers' warring-sibling comedy "The Do-Deca-Pentathalon," and a restored print of Jean Renoir's 1937 classic "Grand Illusion." On top of that, you can, as always, count on "Also Opening," "Indie/Arthouse" and "Levy's High Five."A great tale of Oregon filmmaking: the climax of Buster Keaton’s “The General” (visit bustrkeatn for the whole story)
The five movies playing in Portland-area theaters that I'd soonest see again.
1) "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
2) "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
3) "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
4) "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 Romm Theaters
5) "Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter" Yes, I know it's an absurd premise and that in many ways it exists only to be absurd, but there's genuine skill and relish in director Timur Bekmambetov's adaptation of Seth Grahame-Smith's novel. The action, as in Bekmambetov's "Night Watch," "Day Watch" and "Wanted," is spectacular, the 3-D effects are top-notch, the woodenness of the historical bits is deliberate and cheeky, and Benjamin Walker is actually quite good as the title character, embodying the clumsiness and self-mocking qualities of the real man and the bloodthirsty venom that this over-the-top story requires. As a summer goof, it's swell. multiple locations
A quartet of stories set in the Eternal City find the director in a late-career glide.
In the wake of the popular and critical success of “Midnight in Paris,” Woody Allen has caught a flight to Italy and whipped up “To Rome with Love,” a hodgepodge of jokes and stories which adds up to little more than a simple -- and intermittent -- pleasure.In one tale, a young architecture student (Jesse Eisenberg) is counseled (a la Allen’s “Play It Again, Sam”) by the spirit of an older architect (Alec Baldwin, drily funny) as he veers between his steady girl (Greta Gerwig) and her flighty friend (Ellen Page).
In another, an ordinary Roman citizen (Roberto Benigni) becomes a celebrity overnight -- hounded by paparazzi, lusted after by women, sought for opinions -- with no explanation or rationale.
A third story features Allen as a retired opera impresario who discovers that his daughter’s prospective father-in-law, a Roman undertaker, is a brilliant tenor (opera star Fabio Armiliato plays the role) who can only perform at his best in the shower.
The last is a virtual remake of Federico Fellini’s 1952 comedy “The White Sheik,” with provincial honeymooners Alessandro Tiberi and Alessandra Mastronardi coming to Rome only to be separated and fall in with other lovers, he with a prostitute (Penélope Cruz), she with a movie star.
The tales have no points of common contact save the setting and are woven together willy-nilly; the story of the honeymooners, for instance, transpires in a single day but is intercut with the other tales, some of which transpire over weeks. This isn’t “Fellini’s Roma,” a personal meditation on the history of the city and one’s life in it, nor is it an anthology like “Love in the City,” in which Fellini, Michelangelo Antonioni and others crafted characteristic short films on themes of romance.
Rather it feels at times that Allen has pulled a few story ideas out of his desk drawer, none of which could stand on its own, and made a patchwork quilt of them. Some moments are inspired -- a staging of “Pagliacci” with a portable shower as a centerpiece, a confession of love during a thunderstorm -- and the settings are uniformly handsome (cinematographer Darius Khondji has a virtual love affair with the light and colors of the city). But most of the film seems content simply to pass like a gently rolling stream, however illogical, however random.
There’s an impulse to come down hard on an artist who doesn’t seem to give his all to a movie, but consider this another way. In his late ‘70s, Allen only has so many working days left in him, and if he has stories and ideas that he’s eager to get down on film, he’s earned the right. Decades from now, when the thumbs-up/thumbs-down have been totted up and the boxoffice accounts settled, “To Rome with Love” is likely to be seen as a single episode in the longer story of his art and career.
We don’t denigrate John Ford or Alfred Hitchcock or, pointedly, Fellini for not being as inspired toward the ends of their lives as they were in their artistic and mortal primes, and Allen’s 40-plus year career ought, at this point, to be seen in a similar light. So what if “To Rome with Love” isn’t a masterwork? We’ll always have “Paris”....and “Manhattan” and so on.
(112 min., R, Century Eastport, Fox Tower) Grade: B-minus
Jean Renoir's 1937 prisoner-of-war drama is one of the standards to which all films must aspire.
Sometimes I’m asked why I almost never give a film a grade of ‘A,’ and I reply that to do so is to declare a movie an immortal classic on a par with “Casablanca” or “The Godfather”: works of perfection as both art and entertainment and survivors of the test of time.I’d add “Grand Illusion” to that list. In 1937, with the threat of war slowly rising to a boil around him, director Jean Renoir looked back with a combination of nostalgia and horror at the War to End All Wars, as the conflict which we now call World War I was known.
It’s a prisoner-of-war drama, with a French officer (Pierre Fresnay) and enlisted man (Jean Gabin) shunted from one form of incarceration to another, often under the guard of a German aristocrat (Erich von Stroheim). In its course, issues of class, race, history, love, and art are considered with the most delicate of touches, the personalities of cast ooze through the masks of their characters, and the daily life mixes seamlessly with greater events.
“Grand Illusion” is humane and funny and profound and light and sober and dreamlike and hopeful and sad all at once. It’s showing in a new 35mm print (that, too, makes it something of a classic). See it and you may begin to appreciate the sorts of standards for greatness that the cinema is capable of setting.
(114 min., unrated, probably PG, Cinema 21) Grade: A
A sexy, gory, drug-infused novel gets a treatment worthy of the Oliver Stone of "Natural Born Killers" and "The Doors."
It’s been a while since Oliver Stone exercised his chops on something as juicy as “Savages,” Don Winslow’s novel about a pair of Laguna Beach pot growers waging war against a Mexican drug cartel that wants to buy their business. What ought to be a straightforward negotiation becomes personal -- and very bloody -- when the Mexicans kidnap the girl whom the two California dudes share and love.With all the smoke and skin and violence, with dazzling cinematography by Dan Mindel, and with a pair of gleefully wicked performances by Salma Hayek as a drug lord and Benicio Del Toro as her henchman (kudos, too, to John Travolta as a corrupt federal agent), Stone seems truly to be enjoying himself for the first time in ages.
The trio at the center of the film -- Blake Lively, Aaron Johnson and Taylor Kitsch -- are thoroughly credible as ironic innocents who find themselves in something deadlier than they could imagine. Stone seems to take a little vicarious pleasure in making these relative lightweights squirm in fear and confusion. He briskly navigates the Elmore Leonard-style twists of the story, and, as he did in films like “Salvador,” “Natural Born Killers” and “The Doors,” he transmits his hedonistic pleasure directly to the audience. It’s nice to have that Oliver Stone back.
(125 min., R, multiple locations) Grade: B
Brothers wage war -- in 25 steps.
In “The Do-Deca-Pentathalon,” the writing-directing brothers Duplass, Jay and Mark (“The Puffy Chair,” “Cyrus,” “Jeff Who Lives at Home”) once again confront questions of maturation and family ties. It’s a slight and likeable film that doesn’t go very far dramatically but churns up some interesting waves.Steve Zissis and Mark Kelly play Jeremy and Mark, estranged brothers who have engaged in an unhealthy and quite petty lifelong competition. When Jeremy, joined by his wife and son, travels to his mom’s to celebrate his birthday, Mark, uninvited, crashes the weekend, and the pair revive a contentious boyhood pursuit: a contest of 25 events (the do-deca-pentathalon of the title) to determine which is the “greatest” brother. Needless to say, it’s a bad idea.
There’s a real lifelike quality to the film: you squirm with both of these unformed boy-men as they struggle with their emotional issues. And it never balloons into parodic Hollywood-level comedy, which is a blessing. But there’s something a bit pat and staid to it as well: there’s never a real sense of stakes or danger. Still, the Duplasses know how to put a small film like this together with soothing ease, and they never tax the audience with contrivances or excess baggage.
NOTE: Kelly, who was raised in Oregon, will be on hand for the first evening shows on Friday and Saturday night to introduce the film and conduct post screening q-and-a sessions.
(76 min., R, Living Room Theaters) Grade: B
New releases in Portland-area theaters not reviewed in this week's A&E.
“A Clockwork Orange” Alex and his droogs, back on the big screen. (Clackamas Town Center, Wednesday only)“The Conversation” Francis Ford Coppola’s great sad, jazzy, paranoid portrait of alienation and espionage. (Laurelhurst)
“I Heart Shakey” Family comedy about kids scheming to keep their beloved pooch. (Clinton Street Theater, Saturday and Sunday only)
“Janadhaar” Documentary by Portland filmmakers about the fight over climbing rights to a mountain peak in India. (Northwest Film Center, Thursday only)
“Katy Perry: Part of Me” Part-documentary, part-concert film, all Katy. (multiple locations)
“The Limits of Control” Jim Jarmusch’s obscure cult film about a hitman. (5th Avenue Cinema, Friday through Sunday only)
“Meet John Doe” The classic Frank Capra portrait of an ordinary man rising above the mob and being crushed by the One Percent. (Clinton Street Theater, Monday only)
“Monty Python and the Holy Grail” One of the funniest films ever made. There can be no argument about this. (Academy Theater)
“Raiders of the Lost Ark” That rare movie that’s more fun than a videogame. (Hollywood Theatre, Friday through Monday only)
“Strange Brew” The McKenzie brothers, eh? (Mission Theater, Thursday only)
“The Terminator” He said he’d be back, and, by gum, under the auspices of Cort and Fatboy, he is. (Bagdad Theater, Friday only)
“Western Gold” Boulder-climbing film. (Hollywood Theatre, Wednesday only)
Catch 'em while you can!
Some of the best films you'll see this year are on their way out of Portland theaters. Only a few days remain to see the fantastic foodie documentary "Jiro Dreams of Sushi" and the heartening Japanese drama about kids and their dreams, "I Wish." Also departing: the comedies "The Five-Year Engagement," "Grassroots" and "Jeff Who Lives at Home."If "The Amazing Spider-Man" ain't your thing, you can go old-fangled for the holiday weekend.
A revived superhero franchise ("The Amazing Spider-Man") and a documentary about a pop star ("Katy Perry: Part of Me") are set to dominate the national boxoffice during the nearly week-long Fourth of July holiday. But in Portland-area theaters, you can escape the hype and novelty of the new with a nice selection of classic films. Playing now through Thursday are "The Godfather, Part II" (Academy) and "Logan's Run" (Laurelhurst). Wednesday brings "That's Entertainment" (Clackamas Town Center). On Friday, the merry prankers Cort and Fatboy will present "The Terminator" (Bagdad) for one show only, and week-long runs will start for "The Conversation" (Laurelhurst), "Grand Illusion" (Cinema 21) and "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" (Academy). Jim Jarmusch's "The Limits of Control" will be at the 5th Avenue Friday through Sunday, "Raiders of the Lost Ark" will play at the Hollywood Friday through Monday, and "Meet John Doe" will play at the Clinton Street on Monday. Who needs Netflix when you've got Portland movie theaters, amiright?A chance to meet and learn from a couple who helped invent the modern documentary.
D. A. Pennebaker started making documentary films nearly 60 years ago, and in that time he has been responsible for such exemplars of the genre as "Don't Look Back" and "Monterey Pop" -- two of the greatest musical documentaries ever made -- and, with his wife and collaborator Chris Hegedus, "The War Room," "Moon Over Broadway," "Down from the Mountain" and many others. On July 23 and 24, the pair will present twin-bills of their work at the Hollywood Theatre, introducing them and discussing them in q-and-a sessions. And they will be conducting a documentary filmmaking workshop on the 24th at NW Documentary. The screenings on the 23rd will be "Don't Look Back" and "The War Room"; the 24 will consist of "Down from the Mountain" and "Kings of Pastry." Workshop space is limited, so get cracking.Black-and-white in color: Anthony Quinn and Giulietta Masina on the set of “La Strada” (via CriterionCollection)
A documentary about West Burnside in the '70s opens eyes -- and maybe hearts and minds.
Tonight the Northwest Film Center will present an extremely rare film -- an artifact, really -- about a moment of change that swept through Portland in the early 1970s. "Death of a Sideshow" is a string of episodes filmed in 1972 for KGW-TV by Peter Maroney and Mike McLeod. It's eye-opening, in an era of keeping-Portland-in-the-news-for-being-weird, to see how rough and raw the town could be just a few decades ago."Death of a Sideshow" is an exploration of life along the skid row of West Burnside and Old Town at a moment just before the area filled with night clubs, restaurants and boutiques and was still home to flophouses, dive bars, a handful of one-man businesses and a few charitable institutions (some of which still stand). There are laments for the time when logging, shipping and other businesses filled the area with working men of a higher class than the winos and tramps who came to populate it later; there are glimpses of men working in fields outside of town to earn enough for a bed and a bottle of rotgut; there are conversations with business owners (including Sam Pshue whose legendary Jazz de Opus club was brand-new); there are scenes of arrests and ambulance calls; there are intimations of gentrification and urban renewal.
Of course, many of the problems of homelessness, lack of proper social and health services, and conflicts between investors and those without resources still remain. But nowadays they seem politicized and volatile, whereas in the era depicted in "Death of a Sideshow," a certain humane civility infused the conversations. The film, which will be presented by McLeod, doesn't proffer solutions for the conundrums it depicts. But it does bring them vitally to life, long after most of the principles have passed.
"Death of a Sideshow" is presented by the Northwest Film Center at the Whitsell Auditorium of the Portland Art Museum at 7 pm tonight, July 2. Admission is on a pay-what-you-will basis.
A superhero franchise is rebooted, and while it's not a disaster, it is a puzzle.
The tale of Spider-Man, the teen nerd turned web-slinging superhero, has been part of popular culture for 50 years now, which means that Baby Boomers who remember his debut might well join their grandkids in seeing the newest version, “The Amazing Spider-Man,” and that some of those grandkids will do the driving.As evinced by his longevity, Spidey, like such similarly long-lived comic book heroes as Batman and Superman, is one of the truly mythic characters of our time, a figure whose legend has been remade and retold over the years in different cultural moments to suit different generations. That’s one of the functions of myths, after all: to allow each subsequent epoch to define itself within a shared tradition by refashioning a standard icon in a way that expresses its particular sensibility and communal wishes, fears and needs.
None of which explains, exactly, why the folks at Marvel Comics and Columbia Pictures have given us a new Spider-Man a mere 10 years after Sam Raimi brought the character to the big screen so spectacularly in “Spider-Man” (followed by a splendid sequel in 2004 and a rotten third act three years later). Raimi’s origin tale, following more or less the story credited to Steve Ditko and Stan Lee, was filled with energy and zest and skewed humor and featured one of the greatest of screen kisses, with costumed Tobey Maguire literally turned upside down for Kirsten Dunst. It still feels fresh in the mind, a Spider-Man worthy of several decades tenure, surely.
But, no. Once again commerce trumps culture at the multiplex, and Spidey has been rebooted in “Amazing,” which has the shape of its predecessor but only a portion of its pep and wit. The film is directed by Marc Webb, whose sole previous feature, “(500) Days of Summer” was deeply charming but hardly seemed the work of a blossoming wizard of effects-driven 3-D action cinema. He’s pretty good with the human stuff, but little here is as vitally alive as the action that Raimi, a poet of kinetics, whipped up.
At times, such as in the sequences when a newly super-powered Peter Parker tries his abilities out for size, Webb sparks the film into life. And his star, Andrew Garfield (best known as the friend and partner stabbed in the back by Mark Zuckerberg in “The Social Network”), has a pleasantly saucy, angsty air. But there was an exhilaration in Raimi’s first two “Spider-Man” movies that this film never equals. As “Amazing Spider-Man” carries on, it accrues bulk rather than depth and becomes increasingly slow and murky, and during the unengaging moments that pile up, you can’t help but ask why it exists at all.
For non-initiates, the story involves high schooler Parker bitten by a genetically altered (as opposed to radioactive) spider and becoming infused with superhuman strength, the ability to cling to walls, uncannily acute sensory powers, and so on. One night, he allows a thief get away from a holdup, and when the stickup man subsequently kills his Uncle Ben (Martin Sheen, quite good), Parker dedicates himself to vigilantism as a costumed do-gooder.
Spider-man’s deeds and celebrity earn him the enmity of the NYPD, embodied by Captain Stacy (Dennis Leary), who happens to be the father of Peter’s sweetheart, Gwen (Emma Stone). And, worse, the scientist (Rhys Ifans) whose experimental spider bit Parker has turned himself into a giant, murderous lizard bent on transforming all of New York similarly. Parker, who’s partly responsible for the success of the mad doctor’s schemes, is the only one who can stop him.
In many ways, any Spider-Man movie is can’t miss material, with a hero much more irreverent and human than Batman or Superman and easier to empathize with, being, as he is, an ordinary fellow who receives an extraordinary gift. Simply by serving as a vessel for that story, “The Amazing Spider-Man” is agreeable. And occasionally it’s more. But, as with the American remake of the Swedish film of “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo,” you can’t help but feel that you’ve not only heard the story before, but that you you’ve seen it before, too -- and recently.
Sixteen years elapsed between Tim Burton’s first Batman movie and Christopher Nolan’s, and that span of time, plus the depths into which the series had fallen under Burton’s successors, justified a reboot -- and, of course, Nolan’s truly was a fresh vision. Whatever you may think of “The Amazing Spider-Man,” though, it’s hard to credit that the world was crying out for it or that Webb’s version of the story is on a par with Raimi’s. It’s not a dud, but it is a headscratcher -- and that’s something no summer blockbuster wishes to be.
(112 min., R, multiple locations) Grade: B-minus
“You tell him! Tell him I’m coming!”: Terence Stamp in “The Limey”
On the rocks: Terence Stamp during the making of “Blue” (photo by Lawrence Schiller)
Stamp the lad
Few films include the summer holiday in their storylines, but here are six that do so splendidly
Think of Fourth of July and you think ‘outdoors’: road trips and barbecues and ball games and fireworks and such.But since the mid-‘70s, when Hollywood discovered the summer blockbuster and the money that could be made from it, the Independence Day holiday has been considered one of the biggest movie-opening days of the year, and so for a lot of folks the celebration includes a bit of indoor times.
The exact opening dates of July 4th blockbusters may be before or after the holiday (some days of the week don’t work well for premieres), but among the holiday’s greatest hits have been “The Lion King,” “Back to the Future,” “Die Hard 2: Die Harder,” Tim Burton’s two “Batman” movies, “Spider-Man 2,” the second and third “Terminator” films, all three “Transformers” pictures, and the Will Smith quintet of “Men in Black,” “Men in Black II,” “Wild Wild West,” “Hancock,” and, of course, “Independence Day.”
Sequels and special effects films dominate that list -- and this year’s big Fourth of July film, “The Amazing Spider-Man,” is another. But what’s striking immediately is the fact that almost none of them have anything to do with the actual holiday on which they were released. Only “Independence Day,” which was in fact marketed/branded as “ID4,” and “The Patriot,” the Mel Gibson Revolutionary War film which kind of flopped, can be said to have included the idea or even the date of July 4th in their stories. The others were all, more or less, mid-summer rollercoaster rides: potentially fun, sure, but fleeting and not having anything at all to do with the idea of America or its creation or meaning.
In fact, very few movies capture the Fourth of July as most of us experience it or in the ideas behind it. And so, this being Oregon, where there is no guarantee that you can get outdoors without the raincoat on the holiday, it seems appropriate to recommend a selection of films in which Independence Day makes a memorable appearance and which you can enjoy at home. They come from a variety of eras and represent a number of genres, and each, in some way, rings true for the holiday.
“Avalon” (1990) One of Barry Levinson’s Baltimore films, it takes the shape of a multigenerational saga that begins when the paterfamilias arrives from Europe in America on the Fourth of July as a little boy and thinks all the festivities and fireworks he witnesses are in his honor. It’s just one scene in the film (which also memorably treats the other most American of holidays, Thanksgiving) but it’s a lovely emblem of the meaning of liberty in the minds of generations of immigrants.
“Blow Out” (1981) The celebration in this dark and paranoid reworking of Michelangelo Antonioni’s “Blow-Up” is actually called Liberty Day, which is meant to mark the signing of the Constitution, but in the hands of a master fabricator like Brian De Palma the connection to Independence Day is clear. The technology here is the antique medium audiotape, but the story of murder, corruption, conspiracy and heartbreak feels very contemporary -- and, alas, quite American.
“Jaws” (1975) Steven Spielberg’s breakout film, largely cited as the first true summer blockbuster, was actually released on June 20 and on a mere 675 screens -- about one-sixth of the number “The Amazing Spider-Man” will debut on. The July 4th holiday looms crucially as the big-money tourist event that local authorities do not want to threaten, even with a killer shark feeding off their beaches. There’s a metaphor for big summer movies in there somewhere, yeah?
“The Music Man” (1962) As if Meredith Wilson’s hit musical didn’t ooze Americana sufficiently, this sturdy and pleasant screen adaptation of it added a Fourth of July celebration to the goings-on concerning a con man (Robert Preston), a librarian (Shirley Jones), a Wells Fargo wagon and 76 trombones. Charming fun.
“One from the Heart” (1982) Francis Ford Coppola tried to reinvent the way movies were made with this musical about a troubled couple (Teri Garr and Frederic Forrest) hitting the rocks in Vegas on July 4th, and in some ways he did, with brilliantly fluid filmed-as-live-on-tape sequences and dreamlike storytelling. But the thing was a colossal financial failure and cost him a movie studio. Still, it’s underrated and overlooked.
“Young Mr. Lincoln” (1939) In one of the homiest of American classics, John Ford directs Henry Fonda as the death-haunted Illinois attorney defending a client charged with a murder committed at an Independence Day celebration. Lanky, drawling Fonda is superb, and Ford convinces you that you’re watching a man become a legend -- and not altogether in positive ways.
Reviews of this week's new releases in Portland-area theaters.
There's an intriguing variety of new titles in Portland this weekend: the foul-mouthed living teddy bear comedy "Ted"; the male stripper seeking meaning drama "Magic Mike"; the dysfunctional family tale "People Like Us"; the moving Japanese tale of boys trying to reunite their estranged parents, "I Wish"; the Oscar-nominated animated film "A Cat in Paris"; and the based-on-truth comedy about politics "Grassroots." And when you've worked through all that, check out "Also Opening," "Indie/Arthouse" and "Levy's High Five."