When our love was young: Opening Night, 2011 #rctid
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We’ll always have Vancouver at home, 2011 (even Pong smiled). Adieu, Spenny. #rctid
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
“….I think you’ll understand….” (via SerenadeFromHell)
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
Only the shirts change: Iniesta vs. Italy; Iniesta vs. Croatia
That girl: Anjelica Huston (and a Happy Birthday to the Divine Miss H….)
Last summer I met one of my heroes. (I’m the wee one.)
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.”
The irresistible Billy Preston!
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
That girl: Tina Turner (via ClassicalAllure)
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."Died on this date at age 27: Brian Jones (1969) and Jim Morrison (1971)
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?