Obviously I didn't see everything released in theaters this year. And, honestly, I was blown away by only a small percentage of what I did see. Here is my list of my personal favorites among what I saw at the movies in 2019 (no streamed projects).
1. Parasite
directed by Bong Joon-Ho
I started hearing buzz about this film early on, but had to wait until it rolled into theaters in my area. I had a dim idea of what the story was about, but man! My mind was blown. I love films that give me something I have never seen before, and Parasite delivered on every level. Beginning as a kind of dark comedy about class differences in South Korea, the film offers sly commentary on Eastern and Western culture, technology, privilege, economic survival and family relationships through truly impeccable acting, gorgeous set designs, and brilliant cinematography. Four members of the impoverished, live-by-their-wits Kim family slowly con and trick their way into service jobs within the household of the wealthy Parks. But their machinations have unforeseen consequences. The story contains an edge of suspense that steadily increases until the third act plot twist that catapults the film into a whole other level of jaw-dropping events. I really enjoyed the work of actor Song Kang-Ho, who plays the Kims' patriarch, Ki-taek; Song was also featured in director Bong's English-language thriller Snowpiercer. Parasite has to be seen to be believed, and then seen again. My favorite of the year.
2. Queen & Slim
directed by Malina Matsoukas
starring Jodie Turner-Smith, Daniel Kaluuya
This film has been controversial for its subject matter and its brutal ending. But I totally loved the journey of these two characters, out on a first date that isn't going well and then forced by circumstance to go on the run together. We know it's foolhardy of them to think they can outrun the law, but we root for them anyway. Along their journey, we see the layers of their personalities peel away as the characters -- who are not named Queen and Slim but whose real names are only revealed at the end -- learn not only to work together but to love together. The film is also a visual feast, a mid-American road trip that highlights the beauty of the landscape, the humanity of its citizens, and the ugliness of our culture. I loved the performances by newcomer Jodie Turner-Smith as a prosecutor weary of seeing justice distorted, and Get Out star Daniel Kaluuya as a warm-hearted, conscious brother shocked to find himself on the wrong side of the law. Bokeem Woodbine also stands out with another bravura performance, and I loved seeing transgender performer Indya Moore in a movie role. One film critic described Queen & Slim as one of the most honest portrayals of black life, and that may be so. Intricate family relationships, levels of education, the politicization of black lives, how acts of terror and defiance against the powers that be can be commodified and raised to legend.
3. The Last Black Man in San Francisco
directed by Joe Talbot, written by and starring Jimmie Fails
This is a beautiful, elegiac, often surrealist story of a young man clinging to his past to stave off his fear of an empty future. The cinematic imagery and pacing of this brokenhearted valentine to San Francisco is nothing short of stunning. As the film opens a young girl skips along in a childhood game, passing men in HazMat suits picking up trash while a roadside preacher delivers a blistering sermon against the city's neglect and decline. The film comments upon a once vibrant black community inexorably being altered by gentrification and greed as seen through the eyes of Jimmie, who clings to a myth that glorifies and elevates the city's distant golden age and his own fractured family history. It's also about the power of friendship and what it means to be a black man. Raised in foster care because his parents struggled with drug addition, Jimmie is crashing with his best friend Mont and Mont's blind grandfather (SF native Danny Glover). Jimmie is obsessed with the gorgeous and crumbling Victorian house he once shared with his parents before things went radically wrong. Though a white couple occupies it, Jimmie can't stay away, continuing to work on its upkeep even as the couple shoo him away and threaten to call the police. When the couple have to vacate, Jimmie and Mont become squatters, with Jimmie reclaiming what he feels is his birthright. But his world is shattered when the truth about the house's history is revealed. This film feels like a fever dream, a tone poem, a comic tragedy of Shakespearean proportions. Fails' performance tugs at the heart.
4. The Farewell
directed by Lulu Wang, starring Awkwafina
I was moved by this story of a Chinese-American woman with an uncertain future who joins her family on a trip back to China that is ostensibly about attending a wedding, but is really undertaken as a final visit with her ailing grandmother. Per tradition, everyone in the family knows that Grandma has cancer except Grandma herself. Star Awkwafina, who has shown herself to be an adeptly comic scene stealer in Ocean's 8 and Crazy Rich Asians, turns in a quiet, thoughtful performance that pulls the viewer into her deep sadness at losing her beloved grandmother, as well as her confusion over her identity and her future, Equally sad and funny, The Farewell examines also how immigrants are forced to straddle to very different cultures.
5. Rocketman
directed by Dexter Fletcher, starring Taron Edgerton
Though the Freddie Mercury paint-by-numbers biopic Bohemian Rhapsody seemed to get the lion's share of accolades earlier this year, I was more captivated by the imaginative structure of this biographical jukebox musical fantasy about Elton John (I confess, he was one of my favorite artists growing up). The film follows the benchmarks of his story, from chubby wannabe to piano wiz to his momentous partnership with composer Bernie Taupin, through his exploding fame, struggle with drug addiction and recovery, using his distinct discography as a springboard to flights of fantasy, as when the power of his performance causes Elton and the audience at Hollywood's Troubadour to levitate, and full-on musical theater-style production numbers, as with "Saturday Night's All Right." The songs were as often used to convey character and mood as they were to recreate pivotal concert performances. Taron Edgerton does his own singing, and he is truly amazing. The movie is as imaginative, whimsical, and dramatic as John himself, and I loved every minute.
6. Bolden
directed by Dan Pritzker, starring Gary Carr
A portrait of tortured genius during a tortured time in American racial history, the early 1900s, Bolden attempts to tell the story of legendary New Orleans trumpeter Buddy Bolden, who was credited as the father of American jazz. Unfortunately, there are few records of Bolden's existence and fewer recordings of his musical genius. Thus, as a film cobbled together from legend, a few recordings, and faint memories, the film is often dreamlike and foreboding, alternately joyous when Bolden's music is played, and hopeless as when Bolden is exploited and victimized by business partners, white racists, and hubris, and falls into alcoholism and ultimately mental illness. The film begins with a middle-aged Bolden confined to a sanitarium; when he catches the sound of the radio playing his music, he goes into a reverie in which he relives memories of his beginnings on the trumpet through his years astonishing audiences with his syncopated improvisations, then through his decline. As played by the marvelously expressive Gary Carr (a Brit who so deliciously played pimp C.C. in HBO's The Deuce), Buddy Bolden doesn't actually speak until 20 minutes into the film, but through the film's expressive imagery -- including a dreamlike sequence where we see how he learned complex rhythms as a child in the garment factory where his mother works -- give us a window in which to glimpse his spirit.
7. Harriet
directed by Kasi Lemmons, starring Cynthia Erivo
Cynthia Erivo is a riveting screen presence, no matter how you slice it. Here, she makes us understand the pure spinal steel of religious conviction and survival instinct that made real-life she-ro Harriet Tubman an indomitable leader and abolitionist crusader. A movie needed to be made about this singular personality, a woman born into slavery who defied all fugitive slave laws of the land, not to mention braving the elements and risking her life to find freedom not only for herself but dozens of other enslaved people. Still, the film feels slick and contemporized in a movie-of-the-week way. This is not to take away from the achievement of bringing this to the screen, and I enjoyed the performances of Janelle Monae, veteran actors Clarke Peters and Vondie Curtis-Hall, and Hamilton alum Leslie Odum Jr. in supporting roles. I was expecting a bit more from the story, but as a cinema primer for those who were not familiar or had forgotten the legend of Tubman, this is just fine.
8. Once Upon A Time in Hollywood
directed by Quentin Tarantino, starring Leonardo DiCaprio, Brad Pitt, Margot Robbie
Not among my favorite Tarantino works, but still a fascinating meditation on a more innocent era of Hollywood, and how the prospect of war, television, politics, and violence wrought havoc on those ideals. DiCaprio gives a layered performance, showing the insecurities of a complicated persona caught at a crossroads in his career, while Brad Pitt plays it laconic as his longtime friend and factotum. I found the Sharon Tate storyline confusing, as Tarantino reimagines history, but this film leaves a lot to chew on and has plenty of great acting moments.
9. The Good Liar
directed by Bill Condon
starring Ian McKellen, Helen Mirren
The Brits have a way of using the English language with whip-cracking accuracy and archness, something that only a handful of American actors can do with the same fluency. In Ian McKellen you have one of the masters of British acting, and Helen Mirren is no slouch. Far from being a geezer flick (like the dreadful Poms with Diane Keaton), The Good Liar is a twisted tale of an aging English con man deciding to do one last job, swindling a rich widow out of her holdings. But since that widow is Helen Mirren, we know that things will not go according to plan. Adapted from a book that I haven't read, the plot featured this elaborate WWII-era back story from Nazi occupied Austria involving teen rape, espionage, swapped identities, and thwarted love that seemed both way too complicated and way too convenient. Mirren gets her revenge, but her machinations leave you wondering how she kept focus after so many decades and got so much information at just the right time. And of course, any sort of battle scene between seniors is bound to give the audience visions of broken hips, lost dentures, and heart attack. Still, it's a sly film and worth it to see McKellen slip, slide, and give great line readings.
10. Us
written and directed by Jordan Peele
Starring Lupita N'yongo, Winston Duke
Jordan Peele's unique sensibilities -- infusing the horror genre with social commentary, existential paranoia, and racial fears -- has struck a chord with the viewing public. But, while I'm not a fan of psychological thrillers or horror, I nevertheless appreciate the achievement represented by this film, which reveals more of its unique brilliance upon repeated viewings. US is more of a psychological thriller that a straight horror film, especially once you get over the visual shocks of hollow-eyed, mechanical doppelgangers threatening to kill their mirror images. And yes, there is an element of the slasher film, in which the body count multiplies as victims fall prey to stabbings, bludgeonings, deliberate car attacks, immolation, and more. US provides constant dread, anxiety, tension, and small shocks as the killers keep popping up and doing their worst. When the elaborate explanation for all these goings-on is finally revealed, I really had to suspend all belief in a rational reality. So is it scary? It depends on your perspective. The best films are able to have you, the viewer, identify so closely with the protagonist, that you feel personally menaced by any physical threat to them. And we definitely root for plucky Lupita to get to the bottom of this and survive. A rollercoaster thrill ride.
Honorable Mentions for the actors:
"Gloria Bell" by Julianne Moore; "Judy" by Renee Zellweger; "Uncut Gems" by Adam Sandler; and "Hustlers" by Jennifer Lopez; and "Miss Bala" for Gina Rodriguez.
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Thanks for supporting Words On Flicks and I will see you in 2020. - Janine
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Saturday, December 28, 2019
This "Cats" Could Have Been Saved
CATS
directed by Tom Hooper
starring James Corden, Judi Dench, Jason Derulo, Idris Elba, Jennifer Hudson, Ian McKellen, Taylor Swift, Rebel Wilson, and introducing Francesca Hayward
No surprises here: Cats is a bad kitty.
I've read many of the reviews excoriating the film as beyond bad, but as a fan of musicals I felt I had to see it for myself and form my own opinion. I also have the (questionable) advantage of having seen the original musical on Broadway, and of reading the source material, poet T.S. Eliot's whimsical "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats." In truth, I wasn't a big fan of the musical (I thought the costumes were weird then), though I am fond of the original book, as it is a truly imaginative collection of poems that describe a variety of cats as having human traits, to humorous effect. However, the collected poems are very British and were first published in 1939 -- 80 years ago! Composer Andrew Lloyd Webber's NYC stage adaptation premiered in 1980, which is also quite a while back.
Why It's Bad
1. It's out of its time:
The time lapse is a large part of the problem. The material is significantly dated. Why the producers thought they could take this ancient monstrosity, which was an oddity in its time, and transfer it largely untouched to the screen is a mystery. In our high-tech, short-attention span, Disney-fied, action world, this kind of old-fashioned show fails miserably. Despite the efforts of an Oscar winning director, stunt casting, a couple of new songs, a lot of choreography, and CGI effects, the film is mostly dull, ugly and weird.
2. The cats are frightful:
I think of cats as elegant, attractive animals. These humans looked like something from the Island of Dr. Moreau, or from Dante's Inferno. They were mostly a repulsive-looking bunch other than the angelic young ballerina cat (Heyward) who wants to be a Jellicle. Jennifer Hudson looks like she'd been dragged over the streets on her face. Judi Dench seems to have been mummified. The venerable Ian McKellen appears to have been electrocuted. Idris Elba looks like the devil, both literally and figuratively, in a shiny dark leotard and tail, ice blue contact lenses, and ears set like horns -- in a way that skirts both taste and racial sensitivity. They don't really look like cats. There have been many musicals that cast humans as animal characters (The Wizard of Oz/The Wiz's Cowardly Lion, Johnny Depp as the Big Bad Wolf in Into The Woods, every other contestant on TV's "The Masked Singer"), and none of them looked this freakish.
3. The music is bad:
To me, the most unforgivable part of this film musical is the music itself. Other than "Memory," the songs are universally awful and what's worse, they are badly produced. Many a half-baked screen musical has been elevated in my mind because the soundtrack production was so fantastic (the Bee Gees' Beatles fantasia Sgt. Pepper, Andrew Lloyd Webber's superior Evita, even the recent The Greatest Showman). The minute I heard those cheesy synthesizers (unfortunately, synth is an apparent signature sound that imitates the mewling of the cats) and bubbling pseudo-disco basslines -- so emblematic of early 80s music -- my heart sank. Not-great songs can be updated, adapted, and produced to enhance their appeal and timeliness for modern audiences, but in Cats, nobody bothered. Andrew Lloyd Webber himself produced the music, and I can only imagine that he was either too married to the original arrangements, or he didn't have the time or money to reimagine them.
4. Bad songs/bad singing/ho-hum dancing:
Further, as a sung-through musical with literally no spoken dialogue, the singing is woefully second-rate. Rebel Wilson as Jennyanydots and James Corden as Bustopher Jones play it for laughs, and they seem to be in a completely different movie. The other characters should have taken a page from them. Taylor Swift does a sexy "Macavity," but it's unclear to me why Idris Elba's Macavity isn't singing his own song. Jennifer Hudson over-cries and over-sings her setpiece "Memory." Jason Derulo as Rum Tum Tugger tries to inject some soul into a corny uptempo number, but you can hardly understand his lyrics. Judi Dench doesn't even try to sing, nor does Ian McKellen, whose spotlight number is a snoozy dead spot. And speaking of Cats' lyrics, since they are adapted from poems, there are either too many words (as the Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat, Bustopher Jones, or Mungojerrie & Rumpleteazer) or simple phrases repeated ad infinitum (as with Mr. Mistoffelees). Specific references to London locales and British colloquialisms also go over the heads of most Americans. As for the dancing, its is ... unremarkable. A lot of cat writhing that is overwhelmed by the large-scale sets they take place in. There have been complaints that the dancing is oversexualized, but I didn't feel that. Have you ever watched cats move? They're slinky, sensual, seductive creatures. It never occurred to me that they were horny.
5. Not enough character development.
A lot of the cat characters aren't named in the film, but apparently they all have names and relationships. I didn't even know that the main tomcat's name was Munkustrap or that TaySwif was Bombalurina until the credits. Indeed, the plot is very thin; much like A Chorus Line, you meet all the characters in a kind of "I Hope I Get It" audition line, with the cats hoping to get picked to go to the Heaviside Layer, which I assume is the next life in their nine-lives cycle, though that is never explained.
I don't want to just pile on, though. I love musical theater. So could anything have been done to make it palatable for contemporary audiences? I think so.
How I Would Have Fixed It
How could Cats have been saved for 2019? Put it through a contemporary lens. Think of the framing of The Princess Bride, for example.
I would have made Judi Dench a kindly, modern-day grandma with a house full of cats that her young granddaughter comes to visit. Grandma keeps a copy of "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats" and shares it with her granddaughter, telling her that every cat in her house and the neighborhood is a Jellicle cat with a story. They go to the market, passing the junkyard, the theater, the railway station, a garbage dump, and Grandma points out all the cats. The perspective could then shift to the cat-ified human personifications singing and acting out their theme songs. And if these characters are identified as cats, they don't have to be drowned in makeup and fake fur for us to understand they are cats!
Back in modern times, Grandma tells the girl that there will be a full moon, a Jellicle Moon, and that it's a special night for the cats. Then the movie can shift back to the cat characters and their Jellicle Ball, Dench can still show up as Old Deuteronomy, Macavity can still be evil, and Grizabella can still ascend. Back in real time, Grandma sings about how to address cats and treat them with respect. They hear meowing at the back door, and it's a tiny multicolored kitten. "Hello, Grizabella," says Grandma. "Welcome to the Heaviside Layer." THE END.
Yes, some of the cats' song and dance numbers would have to be trimmed quite a bit, but I don't think that would be a loss, since so much of the movie is a slog. So what do you think of my fix?
directed by Tom Hooper
starring James Corden, Judi Dench, Jason Derulo, Idris Elba, Jennifer Hudson, Ian McKellen, Taylor Swift, Rebel Wilson, and introducing Francesca Hayward
No surprises here: Cats is a bad kitty.
I've read many of the reviews excoriating the film as beyond bad, but as a fan of musicals I felt I had to see it for myself and form my own opinion. I also have the (questionable) advantage of having seen the original musical on Broadway, and of reading the source material, poet T.S. Eliot's whimsical "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats." In truth, I wasn't a big fan of the musical (I thought the costumes were weird then), though I am fond of the original book, as it is a truly imaginative collection of poems that describe a variety of cats as having human traits, to humorous effect. However, the collected poems are very British and were first published in 1939 -- 80 years ago! Composer Andrew Lloyd Webber's NYC stage adaptation premiered in 1980, which is also quite a while back.
Why It's Bad
1. It's out of its time:
The time lapse is a large part of the problem. The material is significantly dated. Why the producers thought they could take this ancient monstrosity, which was an oddity in its time, and transfer it largely untouched to the screen is a mystery. In our high-tech, short-attention span, Disney-fied, action world, this kind of old-fashioned show fails miserably. Despite the efforts of an Oscar winning director, stunt casting, a couple of new songs, a lot of choreography, and CGI effects, the film is mostly dull, ugly and weird.
2. The cats are frightful:
I think of cats as elegant, attractive animals. These humans looked like something from the Island of Dr. Moreau, or from Dante's Inferno. They were mostly a repulsive-looking bunch other than the angelic young ballerina cat (Heyward) who wants to be a Jellicle. Jennifer Hudson looks like she'd been dragged over the streets on her face. Judi Dench seems to have been mummified. The venerable Ian McKellen appears to have been electrocuted. Idris Elba looks like the devil, both literally and figuratively, in a shiny dark leotard and tail, ice blue contact lenses, and ears set like horns -- in a way that skirts both taste and racial sensitivity. They don't really look like cats. There have been many musicals that cast humans as animal characters (The Wizard of Oz/The Wiz's Cowardly Lion, Johnny Depp as the Big Bad Wolf in Into The Woods, every other contestant on TV's "The Masked Singer"), and none of them looked this freakish.
3. The music is bad:
To me, the most unforgivable part of this film musical is the music itself. Other than "Memory," the songs are universally awful and what's worse, they are badly produced. Many a half-baked screen musical has been elevated in my mind because the soundtrack production was so fantastic (the Bee Gees' Beatles fantasia Sgt. Pepper, Andrew Lloyd Webber's superior Evita, even the recent The Greatest Showman). The minute I heard those cheesy synthesizers (unfortunately, synth is an apparent signature sound that imitates the mewling of the cats) and bubbling pseudo-disco basslines -- so emblematic of early 80s music -- my heart sank. Not-great songs can be updated, adapted, and produced to enhance their appeal and timeliness for modern audiences, but in Cats, nobody bothered. Andrew Lloyd Webber himself produced the music, and I can only imagine that he was either too married to the original arrangements, or he didn't have the time or money to reimagine them.
4. Bad songs/bad singing/ho-hum dancing:
Further, as a sung-through musical with literally no spoken dialogue, the singing is woefully second-rate. Rebel Wilson as Jennyanydots and James Corden as Bustopher Jones play it for laughs, and they seem to be in a completely different movie. The other characters should have taken a page from them. Taylor Swift does a sexy "Macavity," but it's unclear to me why Idris Elba's Macavity isn't singing his own song. Jennifer Hudson over-cries and over-sings her setpiece "Memory." Jason Derulo as Rum Tum Tugger tries to inject some soul into a corny uptempo number, but you can hardly understand his lyrics. Judi Dench doesn't even try to sing, nor does Ian McKellen, whose spotlight number is a snoozy dead spot. And speaking of Cats' lyrics, since they are adapted from poems, there are either too many words (as the Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat, Bustopher Jones, or Mungojerrie & Rumpleteazer) or simple phrases repeated ad infinitum (as with Mr. Mistoffelees). Specific references to London locales and British colloquialisms also go over the heads of most Americans. As for the dancing, its is ... unremarkable. A lot of cat writhing that is overwhelmed by the large-scale sets they take place in. There have been complaints that the dancing is oversexualized, but I didn't feel that. Have you ever watched cats move? They're slinky, sensual, seductive creatures. It never occurred to me that they were horny.
5. Not enough character development.
A lot of the cat characters aren't named in the film, but apparently they all have names and relationships. I didn't even know that the main tomcat's name was Munkustrap or that TaySwif was Bombalurina until the credits. Indeed, the plot is very thin; much like A Chorus Line, you meet all the characters in a kind of "I Hope I Get It" audition line, with the cats hoping to get picked to go to the Heaviside Layer, which I assume is the next life in their nine-lives cycle, though that is never explained.
I don't want to just pile on, though. I love musical theater. So could anything have been done to make it palatable for contemporary audiences? I think so.
How I Would Have Fixed It
How could Cats have been saved for 2019? Put it through a contemporary lens. Think of the framing of The Princess Bride, for example.
I would have made Judi Dench a kindly, modern-day grandma with a house full of cats that her young granddaughter comes to visit. Grandma keeps a copy of "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats" and shares it with her granddaughter, telling her that every cat in her house and the neighborhood is a Jellicle cat with a story. They go to the market, passing the junkyard, the theater, the railway station, a garbage dump, and Grandma points out all the cats. The perspective could then shift to the cat-ified human personifications singing and acting out their theme songs. And if these characters are identified as cats, they don't have to be drowned in makeup and fake fur for us to understand they are cats!
Back in modern times, Grandma tells the girl that there will be a full moon, a Jellicle Moon, and that it's a special night for the cats. Then the movie can shift back to the cat characters and their Jellicle Ball, Dench can still show up as Old Deuteronomy, Macavity can still be evil, and Grizabella can still ascend. Back in real time, Grandma sings about how to address cats and treat them with respect. They hear meowing at the back door, and it's a tiny multicolored kitten. "Hello, Grizabella," says Grandma. "Welcome to the Heaviside Layer." THE END.
Yes, some of the cats' song and dance numbers would have to be trimmed quite a bit, but I don't think that would be a loss, since so much of the movie is a slog. So what do you think of my fix?
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