Monday, October 23, 2017

Newman brings panache to age-old noir tale

TWILIGHT (1998)
Reviewed by Jerry Saravia
"Twilight" is as much about growing older with grace and wisdom than it is about its fairly tame noir plot, which could be written in the back of a napkin in one sentence. You know, there is a dubious suicide that has frustrated a cynical detective and it is about to be solved as a murder with probable suspect(s). Nothing new here nor does "Twilight" bring anything new into the mix - there is no Tarantinian or Coen Brothers mix of urgency and neo-noir twists in its plotting at all. What it reminds us of is the noir tales from the 40's, its only updates being that it was shot in color and it has a little more graphic violence, yet all told with Paul Newman's voice-over as the retired detective on one last call to right some wrongs.

It makes little sense to divulge much of the slim plot beyond a 20-year-old suicide of a man who was Catherine Ames' first husband, Catherine played by the always stunning Susan Sarandon. Catherine is a former actress married to former actor Jack Ames (Gene Hackman), who is dying of cancer. Jack asks Harry (Paul Newman), retired cop and detective and living with the Ames rent-free, to deliver a package to some address. This turns out to be payoff money that leads to the murder of another detective (M. Emmett Walsh, one of the shortest cameos he has ever given in a movie) who had investigated the decades-long suicide. The bare-bones plot involves some silly business with Harry's former Mexican sidekick who is more than a little inept, a fight in the beach that is awkwardly shot, some random shootings and a guy's head thrust into a plate of chicken wings.

The best parts of "Twilight" are the conversations between the real pros, the consummate actors of our collective film history, playing characters we love to listen to. Gene Hackman is always watchable despite not having much of a role to play here. James Garner is a magnetic actor who can make any line of dialogue sparkle - his last scene with Newman is a revelation in its subtlety. Same with Susan Sarandon, though her one scene of rage comes off a bit forced. The whole film could've chucked its plot and been about older people reminiscing about the good old days and that would've been right at home with writer-director Robert Benton (who previously helmed the wonderful "Nobody's Fool" with Newman, another graceful role about aging). But this movie truly belongs to Paul Newman, at the time 73-years-old, who brings finesse and grace to a tired detective who has seen it all. He is like fine wine and gets better with age, giving a slightly mediocre script and perfunctory murder plot a dose of real style and panache.  

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Fantastic Tales of The Boy Wonder Who Grew Up

SPIELBERG (2017)
Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

In the 1970's, Steven Spielberg was the new boy wonder of filmmakers - an assured, enthusiastic, talented and young Hollywood film director who brought the house down with 1975's "Jaws" and 1977's "Close Encounters of the Third Kind," the former being a genre movie that redefined suspense and thriller mechanics of B movies and the latter with a certain wondrous, exhilarating take on aliens visiting Earth without zapping to us to death. In the early to mid-1980's, however, he reached stratospheric heights as the King of Popcorn movies, blockbusters that in retrospect prove he knew not just how to entertain the audience, he had reached the populist movement that was once reached by Frank Capra. Whether it was Indiana Jones' swashbuckling adventures that redefined the summer escapist movie model or another alien tale of a lonely extra-terrestrial on Earth who wants to phone home, Spielberg wowed us with eye-popping spectacles and sentiment and genuine emotion. But his filmography started to include more serious work even in the 80's with his superb and controversial adaptation of Alice Walker's "The Color Purple" or his epic "Empire of the Sun." The tone changed extensively in the 1990's with "Schindler's List," a profoundly moving Holocaust story of a Nazi businessman who decided to save 1100 Jewish lives. Ever since then, Spielberg occasionally dabbled in escapism but his pop movies also had remnants of real-life terror using the prism of 9/11 with respect to aliens and privacy invasion namely the deliriously entertaining "Minority Report" and the frantic and effectively downbeat "War of the Worlds."

"Spielberg," which is written and directed by Susan Lacy, traces Steven Spielberg's career from his early days in suburbia making home movies, to his parents' divorce (reasons which were revealed only recently), to his days of making TV movies like "Duel," to hanging with the Movie Brats club (which included Brian De Palma, Martin Scorsese, George Lucas, to name a few), to making films that either were thrillingly escapist or serious-minded or both. Spielberg admits to not being the right director for "The Color Purple" (he was shy of showing some sex scenes, which he later depicted in films like "Schindler's List" and "Munich") though he doesn't share his thoughts on one of a couple of colossal disasters in his career, the dull and frenetic "Hook." He is shocked that nobody caught on with "1941," a bizarre comedy of Pearl Harborian proportions (one that John Wayne turned down due to its un-American attitude).

What is most fascinating aside from his films is Spielberg's upbringing as a Jewish kid who faced more than the occasional anti-Semitic remark. Therefore, as a result, Spielberg rejected his Judaism only until he made "Schindler's List" in 1993. Even more startling is that his parents divorced due to his mother having an affair with his uncle! This fact was unbeknownst to Spielberg and his sisters until very recently - their father claimed he was divorcing her but nobody knew Mama Spielberg was the real culprit. Considering Spielberg's films have touched on personal themes of divorce and father-son estrangement, this may have all played out very differently had the truth come out early in his childhood instead of when he reached his 60's.

 As for select film choices, the behind-the-scenes panic of trying to make the fake shark work in "Jaws" is the stuff of legend where Spielberg had to prove himself as a director by physically shooting in the water as opposed to a soundstage. His defense of the moral ambiguity of "Munich" is compelling, more so than the rather uneven though well-made depiction of that terrorist tragedy in 1972. It is fun to see a restored print of Spielberg's first major short film, "Amblin," and to hear Lucas describing this new boy wonder as a little too Hollywood-ish. I also love never-before seen photos of Kate Capshaw, current wife of Spielberg's, standing by the Bearded One's side while making "Schindler's List." Also of note is the personal connection he had to making "Close Encounters," especially the young kid in it who screams "Crybaby!" at his father (Richard Dreyfuss). This was the same word Spielberg used at his teared-up father when divorce was announced.

At the end of day, director Susan Lacy (who interviewed many people in his life, including Spielberg himself) shares Spielberg's own words as the filmmaker who is a "patriot," a man who is concerned with "separation and reconciliation." I always think of Spielberg as the artist who evokes the working class Everyman from suburbia as the hero, a hero from a time when America was Exceptional but also where the hero always wanted to go home. Spielberg applied it to fantastic thrillers and adventure stories, wondrous tales of aliens (both peaceful and antagonistic), and then eventually migrated to real-life historical tales of missing boys during WWII, American soldiers fighting the Great War or U.S. Presidents trying to work within the confines of a democracy for the greater good. Sure, Spielberg did it with sentiment, style and audience manipulation at its very core but those are tools of American and sometimes European cinema. He is not just an artist of populist cinema, he also makes the best mainstream movies. He is our Frank Capra and our Cecil B. DeMille.

Thursday, October 5, 2017

Screenwriter Guidance Suggested

MR. MOM (1983)
Reviewed by Jerry Saravia
When "Mr. Mom" ended, I felt a certain emptiness. Ostensibly a comedy-drama about a married couple with one partner laid off while the other is forced to work, the movie is a mildly comical trifle, an innocuous film that treats its subject matter with far too much innocence. And yet, even for its early 1980's timeline, I am sure most audiences watched this film and said, "Eh, I have been thru that and it is much harder work." The urgency is missing in "Mr. Mom" because the film is a cartoonish comedy, not a real-life evocation in the form of a solid comedy-drama but hey, the movies glamorize just about everything.

Follow me on this simplistic tale. Michael Keaton is Jack, a Detroit car engineer fired by his company, or more appropriately, laid off to save money. He is married to Caroline (Teri Garr, always appealing) who, once she discovers that her hubby is unemployed, decides to pursue her dream of working in advertising. Caroline is trying to help a tuna company sell its expensive product to regain its profits - her radical idea is to reduce the price of tuna by half. This delights the CEO which I found hard to swallow.

Meanwhile Jack is Mr. Mom, a stay-at-home dad who is struggling to find an engineer job. No surprise that hiring is practically nil in Detroit in the early 1980's when car manufacturers started belly-flopping. So Jack watches three kids who make a mess of the house while the vacuum cleaner operates on its own, the washer acts up thanks to Dad mixing powdered laundry detergent with the liquid detergent, burns breakfast for the kids in the kitchen, and plays card games with Caroline's female friends. Oh, he grows a beard and lays low in the couch all day fantasizing about a soap-opera love affair with one sizzling friend of Caroline's (Ann Jillian). Before you know it, thanks to Bill Conti's rousing "Rocky" score, Jack becomes a fastidious Mr. Mom, cleaning the house top and bottom and making fantastic candlelit dinners while Caroline is working long hours and never makes it home in time for a meal. Do you see where this is going?

"Mr. Mom" is a laid-back, respectable enough comedy but it fails at being a comedy of manners. Michael Keaton does not milk the role for wildness and true comic fervor the way Chevy Chase might. The film needs a real dose of adrenaline as well, never quite going the extra mile. It plays it far too safe and although the main performances by Keaton and Teri Garr are sincere enough, the movie doesn't feel like it is enough. The foreseeable ending makes one wish that the whole screenplay by John Hughes was rewritten with more genuine heart than the slight pathos of a TV sitcom. "Mr. Mom" (a great title) never really cuts loose.