Thursday, March 20, 2014

Movie Review: "Veronica Mars" by David Pretty


Y'know, it's great to have a Veronica Mars movie in theaters and all, but it's also a sad comment about the state of modern cinema. In order for audiences to get a genuinely-interesting murder mystery starring a smart, strong and resourceful female protagonist who isn't a professional victim, it has to be based on a prematurely-cancelled, nearly ten-year-old television show which was crowd-funded into existence by fans. 

My point is: why aren't there more original movies like this? Studios do know that half of the population is female, right? Fucking idiots.

Sorry, I digress. For the uninitiated, Veronica Mars is a solid "whodunnit" featuring a slew of great performances. For unabashed fans like myself, the movie is nothing short of a dream come true.   


Like every other decent T.V. show that had its existence tragically cut short ("Paging Joss Whedon...paging Joss Whedon..."), show runner Rob Thomas had a few plot threads a-danglin' when Veronica Mars was unceremoniously booted off the prime time stage. When we last left our super-sleuth she'd just parted ways with her edgy, on-again / off-again / on-again /off-again boyfriend Logan (Jason Dohring) and rebounded with sweet-but-whitebread music nerd Stosh “Piz” Piznarski (Chris Lowell).

Fast forward to present day and Veronica and Piz are now livin' in sin together in New Yawk City. Days before Veronica (Kristen Bell) is offered a high-profile job at a prestigious law firm, she finds out that Logan is back in the hot-seat, accused of murdering his current girlfriend Carrie (Andrea Estella), a former classmate who morphed into troubled pop music diva Bonnie DeVille. Even though she vowed to leave her checkered  investigative past behind her, Veronica jets back to her home town of Neptune, California in order to help Logan weed out all the legal vultures circling around him.

We're soon reminded of Neptune's Twin Peaks-like seedy side. After Veronica's doting pops Keith (Enrico Colantoni) got pulled through the mud during a contentious municipal election, the town now finds itself under the questionable auspices of Sheriff Dan Lamb, played with douchebaggy perfection by Jerry O'Connell. With corruption rampant and racially-motivated stop-and-frisks a regular occurrence, Veronica feels compelled to slip back into her old habits. 


The plot thickens when "pals" Wallace (Percy Daggs III) and Mac (Tina Majorino) drag Veronica to their conveniently-timed ten year High School reunion. Not only does this give our heroine some key insight into the suspects, screenwriters Rob Thomas and Diane Ruggiero take this opportunity to re-acquaint fans with a slew of minor characters. Pretty soon Veronica finds herself uncomfortably close to the truth, resulting in ample fisticuffs, stray gunfire, attempted murder and plenty of sharply-scripted sarcasm.

If it sounds like I just described the most elaborate in-joke in cinema history you'd be forgiven. I must confess: I probably wouldn't have enjoyed the film quite so much if I wasn't already a fan of the T.V. show. But don't let that deter you since the script for Veronica Mars is actually pretty freakin' good. Like all good murder mysteries red herrings abound, obvious suspects are eliminated, clues keep piling up and the viewer is kept guessing right up until the end. Even when the list of potential killers is narrowed down to only four, the particulars still came as a pleasant surprise to me.

Even though Rob Thomas was likely tempted to turn the film into an endless conveyor belt of high-profile cameos, he shows restraint and keeps the story moving along at a reasonable clip. Yes, a lot of familiar faces do crop up, but it's in service of the plot. For example, when a sleazy video of Bonnie DeVille appears online, a similarly-victimized real-life celebrity helps Veronica trace it back to resident dirtbag Vinny Van Lowe (Ken Marino) which, in turn, leads to a major plot development. Even if it isn't integral to the plot, sharp-eyed viewers will also have fun spotting Bell's real-life partner Dax Sheppard during the High School reunion.


Admittedly there are a couple of scenes which seem to exist just to appease the Kickstarter crowd. Even though the re-union between Veronica and casual fling Leo D’Amato (Max Greenfield) isn't what I'd describe as "pivotal", some character had to give us this info so why not Leo? For fans, this scene is a major highlight. Not only do the two actors play off of one another brilliantly, Greenfield even makes reference to the failed season four pitch which would have seen Veronica emerging fresh out of Quantico.  

Sometimes the script does sag under the crushing weight of collective fan expectations. The entire conspiracy sub-plot involving Weevil, Keith, Deputy Sacks (Brandon Hillock) and the police was clearly seeded here in order to set up a potential sequel. I completely understand why this was done, it just doesn't help the story currently being told here. Also, in a desperate bid to create complications, believability gets stretched to the limit at times.  The whole radio station tip off thing is a particularly goofy example of this.       

On a more positive note, the actors really run with the script's emotional heft and snappy dialogue. Kristen Bell deserved a freakin' Emmy for her work on the television show and she certainly brings her "A"-game here. No one delivers a Rob Thomas put-down like Bell who, more then ever, seems to be a constant target  for potential players, rank idiots and perverts.

 
Even when she's not armed with dialogue, Bell is still a formidable force. Every time she folds her arms, adopts that deadpan stare and takes aim at an unsuspecting mouth-breather, you'd be wise to duck n' cover. Nothing says "Please die in a fire" quite like a Veronica Mars stare-down. She's equally limber when tasked to deliver a complicated bluff or a pleased-as-punch accusation. Honestly I could watch this woman read C-Span transcripts for two hours and be perfectly entertained.

Jason Dohring is measured and low-key as Logan Echolls. Mercifully Thomas doesn't regress his main characters just because they've moved to the big screen. As such, our favorite tall, brooding, not-so-spoiled rich kid actually exhibits a modicum of, dare I say it, maturity? His first appearance on screen is a bit of a system shock and his downright Zen-like demeanor could easily be mistaken for resignation.

One thing that will never change is Logan's unflagging defense of Veronica. Clearly Dohring knows this role inside and out by now so he isn't exactly reinventing the wheel, but he does do a fine job bringing out the character's new subtleties. Oh, and what kind of Veronica Mars movie would it be if Logan Echolls didn't get involve in some sort of epic, knuckle-chucking dust-up. Needless to say, Dohring acquits himself quite nicely during this scene and as well as every other for that matter.  


And how great is it to see the dynamic duo of Percy Daggs III and Trina Majorino in action once again as Wallace and Mac? Both of them slip back into their respective roles with ease, delivering Thomas's high-octane dialogue with typical aplomb. Every time either of these two grace the screen they really drive home my belief that every good protagonist needs a practical and authentic support system.

The minor players certainly don't turn in minor performances. Of particular note is Krysten Ritter as Gia Goodman. Between her early stint on the television show and her role as Jane on Breaking Bad, Kristen has really perfected the art of what I can only describe as "breezy fraudulence". Not only was she blessed with stunningly-retro good looks, Ritter also has no problem switching gears between irritation, distraction and vapididty even during the same scene.

As the perennially-shirtless surfer-bro Dick Casablancas, Ryan Hansen had some pretty funny moments on the original T.V. show. Even though he's still a total dee-bag here, Hansen's natural charisma shines through and he easily walks off with pretty much every scene he's in. Despite the fact that Dick is a prime suspect this case, Hanson's limitless confidence keeps us guessing. Is he really that cocksure or is it all just an elaborate bluff?


It's also great to see Francis Capra back as ex-badass biker turned model(ish) citizen Eli "Weevil" Navarro. Capra sells this development so well that an unexpected close call actually elicited a collective gasp of surprise from the audience. Chris Lowell is also great as Veronica's eager-to-please nominal boyfriend Piz. He's earnest, inhumanly-patient and can wear a permanent "kick-me" sign without looking like a complete and total milksop. Finally Enrico Colantoni continues to provide the perfect parental half in what has to be one of the most positive, genuine and heart-warming on-screen father / daughter relationships.

The average film-goer can watch and enjoy Veronica Mars on a purely superficial level but for fans this one is a particularly tasty treat. The movie serves up plenty of great geek-out moments, a satisfying finale and, most importantly, offers up a modicum of hope that we'll see Veronica come back time and time again like sassier, blonder James Bond.

Please note: by reading this you are now contractually-obligated to take in a screening of Veronica Mars or be saddled with the permanent descriptor of 'big meanie face'. Legal disclaimer: of course I'm saying this for purely selfish reasons. I wants me some mo' Marz.


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Monday, March 17, 2014

Movie Review: "Dredd" by David Pretty


Ahhh, the Seventies and Eighties: when a new generation of cynical fan-boys thumbed their collective noses at corny paladins like Superman and embraced a host of bad-ass protagonists. Between Han Solo in Star Wars, Batman in The Dark Knight Returns, V in V for Vendetta, Rorschach from Watchmen, Snake Plissken in Escape From New York, Wolverine from the X-Men, Max Rockatansky in Mad Max, John Rambo in First Blood, and Harry Callahan in Dirty Harry not a single solitary fuck was given amongst all of these chaotically-good renegades.

Judge Dredd definitely deserves to be included with this company of violent, laconic assholes. Director Danny Cannon and writers William Wisher and Steven DeSousa tried to drag him kicking and screaming into the zeitgeist of pop-culture back in 1995 with the Stallone film of the same name but we all know how well that worked out.

Well, a modicum of justice has finally been given to this iconic but somewhat cultish character thanks to talented British T.V. director Pete Travis and novelist / 28 Days Later scribe Alex Garland. The results are a smart, well-paced action film that still manages to remain faithful to the spirit of the original character.


Rife with nuclear war phobia and rampant crime and drug paranoia the mise-en-scène featured in Dredd is definitely a product of the Eighties. The United States depicted in the film is nothing but an irradiated wasteland dominated by massive megacities that stretch from Boston to Washington, DC. Eight-hundred million people live within the confines of this urban hell, trying to eke out a pitiful existence while marinating in an environment awash in random violence, deadly drugs and abject poverty.

With seventeen thousand serious crimes being reported every day, the only line of defense against this incessant tide of chaos is the Hall of Justice and their one-man legal institutions: the Judges. One of their more stalwart representatives, Dredd (Karl Urban) gets a new partner in the form of rookie Cassandra Anderson (Olivia Thirlby), a mutant psychic with the indispensable but tricky ability to tap into the icky thoughts of criminal scumbags.


The two are dispatched to the scene of a gruesome triple homicide at the ironically-named Peach Tree, a massive two-hundred story tenement. A cursory investigation reveals that the three were taken out by a powerful and ruthless gangster *slash* drug kingpin name Madeline Madrigal a.k.a. Ma-Ma (Lena Headey). In order to set an example for her rivals she had them skinned alive and then hucked them off the top floor of the Peach Tree. Yikes.

After Dredd and Anderson capture one of Ma-Ma's knowledgeable lieutenants named Kay (Wood Harris), she immediately becomes concerned that he'll spill the beans about her home-grown drug operation. Before Dredd and Anderson can escape, Ma-Ma stages an emergency drill, triggers the building's blast doors and seals the two Judges up within the embattled tower block. Unable to escape or call for back-up, Dredd and his partner are forced to fight their way through waves of hostile goons in order get to their assailant.



Right off the bat director Pete Travis and his stunt coordinator Grant Hulley deliver a thrilling chase scene between a van filled with escaped criminals and a motorcycle-riding Dredd. Like the opening pursuit in Robocop, the scene is dynamically shot on location and positively charged with a real sense of peril. Filmed in downtown Johannesburg, the scene has a sun-baked and authentic quality that's both tangible and exotic.

The film's gritty visual appeal is assisted by some stellar production design by Mark Digby. The shops and hovels in Peach Tree evoke shades of Blade Runner and the warrens inhabited by the movie's skeezier elements are appropriately dank, cluttered and filthy. Add in some impressive costume design by Diana Cilliers and Michael O'Connor and the film's world building is complete. The standard-issue Judge uniform and accompanying hardware is pretty durned impressive. Arguably Dredd's "Lawgiver" handgun is Swiss Army Knife of sci-fi weaponry.  


The film-makers also get a lot of mileage out of Slo-Mo, the narcotic peddled by Ma-Ma and her minions. When ingested, the drug makes recipients perceive time at one-percent the normal rate. Not only does this give Travis and chief cinematographer Anthony Dodd Mantle an excuse to render their action scenes in something resembling "Bullet Time", it also creates an incongruously-gorgeous kaleidoscopic riot of color and sparkles. Violence hasn't looked this pretty since John Woo's last Hong Kong film.

Digital effects are used sparingly and blend in quite well with the practical sets and well-choreographed action scenes. The only thing that took me out of the movie were the CGI bullet hits. As someone who was reared on traditional explosive blood quibs, the digital versions still looks tremendously fake to me. On the flip side I was really impressed by the creatively-gruesome mayhem that the special-effects artists inflict upon the actors and extras. At various times in the film, concussive blasts distort and ripple flesh, cheeks are blown into ribbons by stray bullets and abdomens are pureed by gunfire.


Even the more conventional action sequences pop with creative staging and strategic planning. The "vulcan cannon" sequence is enough to cause post-truamatic stress disorder even if the final result looks suspiciously like a digital matte painting. Fire-fights are sweaty, claustrophobic and charged with dynamic motion. The scene in which two rogue Judges try to outflank and kill Dredd is staged with such clarity it feels like a real S.W.A.T. team drill. And when Dredd shatters his opponent's larynx with a well-placed gun-butt to the throat the effect is appropriately wince-inducing.

I also highly applaud the casting choices. Karl Urban deserves a fucking medal and not just because he cares enough about the character to wear a bucket over his head for the entire film. He also manages to convey a wealth of expression just by using the lower half of his face. It's actually fun to watch what on-screen circumstances prompt him to deliver the classic Judge Dredd lemon face.


Pixie-like Olivia Thirlby is also a tremendous asset. Quite often casting directors pick women for purely superficial reasons and then find out later on that they can't deliver the goods when it comes to ass-kickery. No fear with Olivia Filby; she takes the character arc inherent in the script and manages to sell it to the hilt. I also love that Alex Garland gives her a dénouement that doesn't cow-tow to screenwriting convention.

Speaking of defying convention, the casting of Lena Headey as Ma-Ma is quite inspired. Even though I would love to have gotten a few more scenes with her to flesh out her back-story at we are provided with some insight into her bleak worldview. Yes, I understand why she's ruthless, bitter, violent and angry but I don't know why she's peddling Slo-Mo other than the fact that she is not just a seller she's an addict herself.


Lena's normally-gorgeous visage has been completely defaced here and I really applaud her lack of ego. Decked out with decayed teeth, cracked lips, facial scars and a fright wig of reddish-brown hair, I suspect that the transformative make-up job really gave Headey a lot of impetus for her hard-boiled performance. Hunched, sneering and fueled by pure contempt for the world that damaged her, Headey approaches the role with a fatalistic quality that makes her interesting and surprisingly sympathetic.   

Dredd was a pleasant surprise for me. I sat down to watch it with zero expectations and came out the other end feeling quite sated. Even though the satirical edge present in the original comic books has been largely diminished, the film is still smart, visually inventive, dynamic, bravely acted and no less engaging then your average choke-hold.

I really hope that the flick made enough money in the ancillary markets to warrant a sequel because Dredd is definitely a promising start. I'd love to see a follow-up that retains all of the creative mayhem from the first film whilst blasting the viewer with both barrels of biting social commentary.  


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Friday, February 28, 2014

Movie Review: "Enter The Dragon" by David Pretty

 
Enter the Dragon is a fun, colorful and undeniably-funky chop-socky flick.


The eternal Bruce Lee plays a Shaolin martial artist who's tapped by MI-6 to infiltrate the island fortress of  the mysterious "Mr. Han". A fallen Shaolin student himself, the ludicrously-wealthy Han has decreed that a martial arts tournament be held every three years to satiate his own twisted desires.

Lee enters the competition to gather evidence on Han's illicit activities which include prostitution, opium production and gratuitous impersonation of a low-rent James Bond villain. Conveniently, Lee also discovers early on that one of Han's chief goons was personally responsible for his sister's death.


With the hoariest of kung-fu movie cliche's now set in place, Lee travels to the island to avenge her death and fulfill his mission. Once there he's joined by two other international competitors: a white American philanthropist named Roper who's racked up a massive gambling debt and Williams, a Black Panther/Soul Brother type who's on the lam after pummeling the crap out of two racist cops in L.A. who eventually took their frustrations out on Rodney King years later. True story. Well, no, not really. 

After faring quite well in the initial competition, Lee manages to infiltrate Han's sleazy inner sanctum, but not without getting into a dust up with some guards. When Han hears about the overt snooping the following day he immediately morphs into full blown super-villain mode. He kills a handful of his own men to make an example out of them, tries to extort Roper into becoming his stateside connection, pits Lee up against the meathead who killed his sister, and personally dispatches one of the competitors as a warm-up. 


Needless to say, it's only a matter of time before everything goes totally batshit nuts and Lee is forced to fight, by my conservative estimation, approximately ONE MILLION DUDES and then eventually finds himself in mortal combat with the evil Han himself.

Looking like the human equivalent of a coiled spring throughout the entire film, the iconic Lee is completely hypnotic to watch. It's also fun to see John Saxon in fighting form since up to now I've only seen him as Heather Langenkamp's dad in A Nightmare on Elm Street. Sporting an afro that could easily be considered the Eighth Wonder of the World, Jim Kelley as also great as the self-assured Williams. Finally Shih Kien is appropriately menacing as Han even if his interchangeable hands and habitual white-cat strokery make him a pretty derivative and cartoonish bad guy.


The film itself is rife with gaudy decor, psychedelic color and opulent access. Unfortunately, it's also guilty of trotting out a few sexist and racist stereotype but I'm will to let this slide a bit considering that the movie is a snapshot of a long-bygone era. Although some viewers might find the film too low-key they really need to know that it was made back when everything was done practically, on camera and without the aid of CGI or complicated special effects. These dudes were actually getting kicked around here; just ask Jackie Chan who briefly appears in the film. Supposedly he got clobbered by Lee for real during an alternate fight scene.

Although Enter the Dragon might seem a bit dated at first, as soon as Lee ditches the shirt, gets bloodied by claw marks and starts kicking extras in the chest while screaming eloquent lines like "WA-CHAAAA!!!" the film instantly transforms into pure pop culture gold. Honestly, it's akin to Marilyn Monroe's updraft skirt scene in The Seven Year Itch or Charles Foster Kane's exhalation of  "Rosebud!" in Citizen Kane. Not only is the film a unique time capsule it's also the perfect vehicle to showcase the charisma and talent of its unique and prematurely-departed super star.


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Thursday, February 20, 2014

Movie Review: "Robocop" (1987) by David Pretty

Just for the record, Robocop made the following prescient predictions:
  1. News will become infotainment.
  2. Compact discs will be employed for data storage by rich CEOs who are obviously too cheap to buy a flash drive.
  3. Corporations will start to privatize traditionally-nationalized enterprises such as the military, hospitals, prisons, education, space travel, and urban planning.
  4. Detroit will implode.
  5. Network television will get even worse.
  6. Ummm, hel-lo? How about the film's fucking premise?     
In fact, just about the only thing the film didn't accurately predict was unisex change rooms. 'Cuz, y'know, perish forbid we actually grew up a little bit about nudity.

But pretty much everything else has come to pass, making the original Robocop a film that belongs in the upper pantheon of great sci-fi. Admittedly, it also makes for a pretty ripe target for a remake since we obviously didn't heed the movie's warnings the first time around.

One of the main reasons for the film's success is Peter Weller. At first he seems like the unlikeliest of cops: scrawny, vaguely effeminate and conspicuously blow-dried. Hell, Nancy Allen's Lewis comes across as more kick-ass since she's first seen pummeling a rowdy prisoner into submission.

 
"Pretty neat," the buttoned-down Murphy wryly observes.

But just a few minutes later he's pulling rank behind the driver's seat, performing enough quick-draw stunts to generate a lifetime of paperwork, talkin' 'bout his wife and kid back home and then charging into battle with both guns a-blazin'. This flash-sketched characterization is more than enough to get the audience firmly in his corner. We're predisposed to Murphy because he's brave, he's a family man and, let's face it, he's kinda goofy. As such, when our two heroes are forced to confront THE BAD GUYS without the benefit of back- up, we're already rooting for them.

But then the script goes and does it's one and only supremely stupid thing. After Officer Lewis gets the drop on one of the crooks she inexplicably falls for the old "You mind if I...zip this up?" gag. This immediately gives every female watching the film a legitimate reason to roll their eyes while every idiotic male begins to ponder this tactic's probability of success against the average meter maid.
 
Anyway, this gives the gang a chance to flank, capture and then systemically dismantle Murphy in the most hideous and grotesque method imaginable. When I first saw this at the ripe old age of seventeen I was soundly traumatized. The concept of even fictional characters deriving such sadistic glee at the prospects of torturing someone else completely shattered my fragile eggshell mind. For the rest of the film I wanted Nancy Allen's character to enter a shame spiral and turn into a raging alcoholic, but for some reason she's completely nonplussed by her own catastrophic fuck-up.

 
The Jesus parable that follows gives director Paul Verhoeven a chance to flex his stylistic muscles. From Murphy's bleak perspective we witness a team of medics frantically struggling to save his life but to no avail. After the screen goes dark for an inordinate amount of time our point of view is then rebooted in robo-vision. This leads to a virtuoso reveal of Peter Weller in the Robocop suit as well as an introductory first-night patrol montage that, at the time, I hoped would one day find its way into an actual super hero film.

As an aside, I'm not surprised that comic book scribe Frank Miller was eventually brought in to pen the sequel since, either by design or by co-incidence, Robocop bears a striking similarity to The Dark Knight Returns which was published the previous year. You've got ironic/serious news reports, gobs of social commentary, a rogue hero, villains who refuse to play by the rules and the sort of gallows humor that would give Spalding Gray pause for thought.

The scene in which a former Mayor goes off the rails, takes a bunch of hostages and then threatens to ventilate the incumbent if he doesn't get his old job back is pure Miller-ian goodness. While a hostage negotiator keeps the lunatic engaged in a gloriously-dadaist conversation over demands ("And I want a new car! Something with reclining leather seats, that goes really fast, and gets really shitty gas mileage!"), Robocop bursts through the walls and then punches the lunatic through a window. Honestly, it's a wonder Frank Miller didn't sue screenwriters Edward Neumeier and Michael Miner for intellectual property theft.


Funny thing is, their script is actually a lot more even then many of Miller's disproportionately-bleak efforts. After Robocop video captures a confessional from one of his earlier assailants, he returns to the precinct, identifies the goon, pin-points the ringleader and then stumbles upon his own defunct police file. What follows is a powerful sequence in which Robocop returns to his now-deserted home and experiences a series of brilliantly-edited flashbacks. It's the sort of genuine emotional heft that Frank Miller seems increasingly incapable of.

You might scoff, but I maintain that the script for Robocop is actually one of the finest ever produced. Every plot element fits together like a puzzle. Witness the dramatically-sublime evocation of the mysterious "Directive Four", the scene in which Murphy's fellow officers hunt him down in a poetic evocation of his origin story, and the calm-before-the-storm "target practice" sequence between Murphy and Lewis. And, of course, who can forget the rousing climax which features the most timely termination in cinema history?

But perhaps the set-pièce de résistance is the satirically-vicious ED-209 demo / board room scene which kicks off the film. Speaking as someone who's been stuck in more then his fair share of business presentations gone comically awry, this has to be one of the best representations of corporate hubris ever commited to film. One day I hope to thank Paul Verhoeven and his screenwriters personally for trying to warn me at a young age that some of the biggest scumbags on the planet wear ties, not tattoos.

 
Of course a movie like Robocop is only as good as its villains and here we're treated to no less than three world-class creeps. Up first is Dick Jones, played by omnipresent 80's heavy Ronny Cox. If there's an actor that effortlessly manages to embody white-collar swagga, a cocksure attitude and a penchant for greasy machinations, it's Ronny Cox. The scene in which he bushwhacks an underling in an executive washroom is downright unnerving.

Speak of the devil, Miguel Ferrer is absolutely electrifying as Dick's coked-up understudy, the egotistical, ladder-climbing Bob Morton. He's the prototypical Reagan-era go-getter: a smarmy, opportunistic and ruthless little fuck who's more then willing to toss a co-worker into the gun-sites of ED 209, elbow his superior out of the way for a promotion or wallow in Wolf of Wall Street excess whenever possible. Just check out the scene in which he casually orders his medical team to lop off Murphy's salvageable arm just for sake of his own selfish vision.

But neither of these two weasels can hold a candle to the film's prime evil: Clarence Boddicker played by Kurtwood Smith. I'm going to go out on a limb here and make a bold claim: I believe that Clarence Boddicker is one of the greatest villains in cinema history. Here, let me lay out my case...


When we first meet the guy he's completely freaking out, verbally and physically assaulting his own cohorts for charring the cash they they just robbed from a bank. Not two seconds after Murphy and Lewis roll up on them in their squad car, Clarence gives his gang the order to open up on them like Tony Montana backed into a corner. And then, when one of his flunkies get shot in the leg, Clarence wrenches him close, asks "Can you fly, Bobby?" and then heaves him right out of the back of the van onto his pursuer's windshield!

Want more evidence that Clarence Boddicker is the number-one, bad-ass, stone-cold, pimp cinematic motherfucker of all time? Let me count the ways...
  • He looks like the love child of Les Nessman and Heinrich Himmler.   
  • "Bitches...leave!"
  • "Just give me my fucking phone call." 
  • The gift of gum.
  • The best way to test out a new weapon? Use it on your buddy's new 6000 SUX.
  • "Sayonara, RoboCop!" 
  • "Well, give the man a hand!"
  • He has absolutely no problem getting aggro with a mob boss.
As great as the character is written and as awesome as the dialogue is, it's the greasy assurance and crazed bombast of Kurtwood Smith and really brings Clarence to life. If you thought the dad on That 70's Show was intense wait until you get a load of him in this flick. Cold, calculating, arrogant, sexist, opportunistic, randomly violent and possessed of a craven self-preservation streak a mile long, Smith disappears within this vile role and sets the villainy bar impossibly high in the process.

Clarance's gang is fleshed out by a memorable pack of Grade-A assholes. Bug-eyed Ray Wise makes an impression as the ethically bankrupt Leon, Jesse Goins is appropriately annoying as the jackal-like Joe Cox and Paul McCrane is cheerfully anarchic as chief goon Emil Andenowski. The genuine enthusiasm he exhibits after trying out the Cobra Assault Cannon is almost infectious. 


Tons of stellar performances abound. Notwithstanding her character's monumental fuck up, Nancy Allen is both charming and convincingly tough as Ann Lewis. Robert DoQui is also very sympathetic as the put-upon Sergeant Warren Reed. Finally veteran actor Dan O'Herlihy is cheerfully unconscionable and deliberately oblivious as the "Old Man", OCP's Chairman. His delivery of "Dick, I'm very disappointed" after the ED-209 debacle is nothing short of epic.

The film's production design also strikes the perfect balance between contemporary and futuristic. The real world cop-shop contrasts nicely with the shiny environs of OCP, with its wall of monitors, splashy executive washrooms and exterior glass elevators. Augmented with expertly-crafted matte paintings, the then-relatively-new structures of downtown Dallas stand in for the Detroit skyline while a real steel mill in Pittsburgh provides an appropriately-gritty setting for the film's final confrontation.

For a pre-CGI flick, the special-effects still hold up quite well. Notwithstanding the fact that I could never understand why the bad guys just didn't shoot him right in the mush, the Robocop suit design is nothing short of iconic. ED-209 was cleverly realized using a full-scale, on-set prop combined with stop-motion model work, the jerky nature of which is actually quite forgiving when it comes to robotic animation. The inevitable brawl between Robocop and ED is clear, quick, brutal, and mercifully to the point.


Except for a jarringly-inept stop-motion puppet used in a few frames during the film's climax, the bulk of the special effects are actually pretty durned good. Particularly notable is the incredible makeup job done for Emil's close encounter with the toxic sludge vat. Not only is the full body prosthetic totally gross and convincing, it perfectly embodies Paul Verhoeven's fascination with blending humor with horror. The first time I saw this I was completely gobsmacked but now I think it's one of the funniest things I've ever seen. I just wish that Clarence would have made the scene perfect by turning on his windshield wipers for a seconds.

At the end of the film, when Lewis finds herself in pretty much the same shape that inspired Murphy's "upgrade" we get the following exchange between the two:

Lewis: Murphy... I'm a mess...
RoboCop: They'll fix you. They fix everything.

I always thought this presaged a sequel in which Lewis gets bull-rushed through her own MARK II Robocop process in order to save her life but then ends up going rogue. I still think that this would have been a better plot then the scatterbrained, trying-too-hard schlock that followed. Admittedly, I haven't seen Robocop 2 since it was in originally theaters so I'm keen to revisit it to see if it's as terrible as I remember.

Bottom line: the remake has a lot of potential for an interesting main character, over-the-top villains, creative action sequences and plenty of social satire but it has a lot to live up to. Hopefully it wont be the sort of inappropriate, poorly-designed dreck that OCP has no problem crapping off of an assembly line.     


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Monday, January 27, 2014

Movie Review: "W." by David Pretty

 
W. is a surprisingly soft-pitch biopic of the most polarizing U.S. President in its nation's history. It's milquetoast qualities are even more inexplicable when you realize that it was directed by Oliver Stone who gave us such incendiary classics as J.F.K. and Platoon.


Stone's film tries to cover a lot of ground, even taking us though "Dubya's" formative years as a carousing frat boy, his abandoned career paths, and issues with drugs and alcohol. At first he comes off as nothing more then an obnoxious, dim-witted, cut-up, but then something miraculous happens: Stone actually manages to generate some sympathy for the guy.

The film opines that the relationship between W. and his pops was downright adversarial. If we're to believe Stanley Weiser's script, George Junior was constantly compared to younger brother Jeb and felt buried under the weight of his own family's legacy. In fact, it wasn't until his father failed to secure a second term as President before W. gained the impetus to make his own bid for the White House.

Which brings me to the film's main thrust: that Bush sought to capture the most powerful seat of office in the world not because he thought he'd be good at the job but because he wanted to impress daddy. In retrospect, this is just as valid an explanation as any. It also speaks volumes as to why this half-baked plan didn't work out very well.


Although I was grossly disappointed that blatantly juicy areas of exploration (such as Bush's creepy "Skull and Bones" connection, charges of election-rigging and his bizarre reaction to 9/11) were either glossed over or jettisoned, I did gain a modicum of insight into the man's motivations. For example, in an early scene, after George looses a Congressional seat to a zealous local Democrat, he vows that he'll "never to be out-Christianed and out-Texaned ever again."

You also get the impression that Bush actually meant to do the right thing while in office but he was led completely astray by neo-con extremists who wanted to use their superior knowledge of geo-politics to bring about a "new world order". This is best illustrated in a chilling scene in which W.'s hawkish advisers make their case for the invasion of Iraq.

After Dick Cheney (played with masterful chicanery by Richard Dreyfuss) cynically observes that 40% of the world's oil traffic flows through the Persian Gulf and that the planet will soon reach peak oil production, he makes a coldly logical and compelling case for the invasion of Iraq. By marrying Iraqi freedom together with regional stability and America's continued dominance as an economic superpower, you begin to understand why Bush capitulated to Cheney's confident obfuscation. 


Wisely, most of the cast manages to avoid interpreting these people as broad SNL-style caricatures. Dreyfuss, as I've already mentioned, is quite good and you always get the impression that he's constantly scheming away at some sort of secret and nefarious agenda. Star Josh Brolin does an absolutely fantastic job capturing Bush's unique mannerisms and tics. The scene in which he's forced to contend with a hostile scrum or reporters is appropriately squirm-inducing.

James Cromwell as George H.W. Bush comes across as a human house of cards who's harsh appraisal of his own son conceals a reservoir of personal failings. I really value Cromwell's restraint in the role and could only imagine what a disaster it would have been if he'd attempted to do some sort of Dana Carvey-like impersonation. Jeffrey Wright's take on Colin Powell is a tad labored but his frustration is palpable and well-communicated.

The ladies also acquit themselves rather well. Ellen Burstyn continues to amaze with a nuanced interpretation of Barbara Bush. She's tough, maternal and sensible, often acting as a mediator and defender within her family. Since Laura Bush has always been a non-entity to me, it's great that Elizabeth Banks managed to realize her as appealing, supportive, and empathetic while still keeping her somewhat removed from her husband's trials and tribulations. Only Thandie Newton's broad, cartoonish take on Condoleezza Rice seemed out of place to me, bordering on parody at times.


Director Oliver Stone does a fine job keeping all of his story ducks in a row; no easy task when the script keeps jumping back and forth in time. Although his recurring use of the outfielder dream / nightmare motif effectively conveys Bush's state of mind at various pivotal points in time, it doesn't give us any real insight into the man himself. The script is like a resume checklist which dictates that a lot of things happen to this character, but we see precious few of the internal machinations which should result.

My biggest issue with the film, however, is that it just doesn't go far enough, ending just as Dubya starts to catch major heat over the Iraq insurgency. I get the impression that Stone didn't want to be accused of "piling on" or taking too partisan a stance on the guy. Although the film gave me a chance to view this oft-vilified man in a different light, it's also woefully non-committal and surprisingly tame when it should have been the biopic equivalent of a Texas brush fire.


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Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Movie Review: "The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug" by David Pretty


For awhile there, I was just gonna copy and paste my review of An Unexpected Journey. But ever since I saw The Desolation of Smaug a few days ago I have to admit that it's just enough of an improvement to warrant a full diagnosis in its own right.

First let me state this for the record: I wasn't bored watching this movie. It didn't drag for me and there were plenty of visual delights to behold. I just want to smack Peter Jackson on behalf of my bladder for delivering a final cut that was one-hundred and sixty-one minutes long.


Desolation picks up right where Unexpected Journey ends. Reluctant adventurer Bilbo Baggins (Martin Freeman) continues to serve as party rogue to a pack of dispossessed dwarves led by the grim and Ahab-esque Thorin Oakenshield (Peter Armitage). Their quest: to liberate their underground realm of Erebor and reclaim their prodigious wealth by evicting the titular dragon Smaug (voiced by the omnipresent Benedict Cumberbatch).

En route, our diminutive travelers get help from a "skin-changer" named Beorn (Mikael Persbrandt), the enigmatic wizard Gandalf (Ian McKellan), elves-gone-wild Legolas (Orlando Bloom) and Tauriel (Evangaline Lilly) and a hesitant barge-captain and archer named Bard (Luke Evans). Eventually our heroes infiltrate the Lonely Mountain and Bilbo is tasked to recover the Arkenstone, a grapefruit-sized opal that will re-establish Thorin's rule over the subterranean realm. Unfortunately, Smaug has other ideas.

  
J.R.R. Tolkien's The Hobbit was written long before test screenings, action movie tropes and screenwriting "rules" started to make movies homogenized and boring. For marketing purposes, things like romance subplots, false climaxes, and mandatory action beats every twenty minutes are often crammed into scripts whether they need them or not.

Since most of what I said about An Unexpected Journey applies here, I won't re-hash the same observations. Instead I'm going concentrate on the specific changes Peter Jackson and company made to Tolkien's original novel and then determine which ones take advantage of the medium of film and which ones are detrimental to the story.

First off, here's how filmsite.org describes the difference between "Action" movies and "Adventure" movies:

"Rather than the predominant emphasis on violence and fighting that is found in action films...the viewer of adventure films can live vicariously through the travels, conquests, explorations, creation of empires, struggles and situations that confront the main characters."

And that's a major distinction between these two genres for me. For a lot of viewers now, it's not enough to see new vistas, watch characters puzzle-solve problems or parley with strange creatures or situations. If the problem is anything more complicated then a nail to hammer, the average popcorn muncher with a Arkenstone-sized "entertain me!" chip on their shoulder ain't gonna be impressed.

So, with this established, here are the pros and cons of the film:

CONS

Legolas and Tauriel  I'm not going to disparage Orlando Bloom and Evangeline Lilly since both actors do a fine job inhabiting their roles and they're imminently watchable. But the reasoning behind their inclusion is distinctly wrong-headed.

Orlando Bloom's Legolas is in The Desolation of Smaug because:
  1. He's a link to the previous Rings trilogy and people like familiar stuff.
  2. Since the dwarves aren't exactly underwear models, minus KILI THE HAWT DWARF played by Aiden Turner and perhaps Peter Armitage as Thorin, Legolas gives something for fangirls to drool over.     
  3. Orlando Bloom gotta eat. Which, by the looks of him, should be a non-issue. 
There are two specific things that irk me about this. For one, it's been over ten years since Orlando Bloom was first introduced to us as the lithe, pretty, elven sharp-shooter Legolas in The Fellowship of the Rings. And let's be honest: the dude looks quite a bit different now. I don't care how many digital filters they slap on him, he needed to lose a Bombur-level amount of weight in order to look the same way he did back in 2001.

And here's the other thing that pisses me off: in the original Rings trilogy, Legolas displayed a series of increasingly-awesome moves over the course of three films. In Fellowship he had a few double-shots, quick-draws and did that whole "stab n' shoot" trick. In The Two Towers he did the improbable horse-mount and that goofy-looking multi-shot / shield-slide. By the time Return of the King rolled around, he was taking down Oliphants single-handedly like one of the freakin' "Avengers".

So, thanks to the ruinous screenwriting law that you have to keep upping your game, Legolas is depicted here as a combination of Spider-Man, Hawkeye and, well...Aragorn. Now, I know that elves are notoriously long-lived and the events depicted in both trilogies are an eye-blink to him but I really liked his evolution as an archer and fighter in the first three films. But here he displays so much effortless acrobatic prowess and combat aptitude that it makes his showing in Fellowship look like half-assery.            


As for Kate from Lost, she's here because:
  1. The Hobbit, as written, is a giant sausage-fest. Ergo, Evangeline Lilly's character was created from scratch to give fanboys something to drool over.  
  2. Her presence facilitates a completely extraneous romantic rivalry between her, Legolas and KILI THE HAWT DWARF.      
I'm of two minds on this one. I like that Peter Jackson and screenwriters Fran Walsh and Philippa Boyens expanded the roles of Arwen, Galadriel and especially Éowyn in The Lord of the Rings. As such, I'm willing to let this one slide a little bit. Nevertheless, this "love triangle" feels completely tacked on, especially when you consider that The Hobbit is essentially a kid's book and most of them wouldn't give a goblin's ass about such icky things.   

The Freakin' Elves Stick Their Pointy Ears Where They Don't Belong  Although Bilbo does most of the heavy lifting to rescue the dwarves from the spiders, Peter Jackson can't resist having Legolas and Tauriel swing in and save the day. Unfortunately, all this does is diminish Bilbo's role in the story. Sorry, but the last time I checked, the title of this movie was The Hobbit and not The Happy Little Ninja Elves.

A Barrel Of Monkeys  This one speaks directly to the aforementioned definition of "adventure". Back when Tolkien wrote The Hobbit, smuggling dwarves out of an elven camp in barrels was well within the wheelhouse of "adventure". He didn't feel the need to dress the scene up with an extended and completely superfluous running battle.

As a nominal burglar and someone who avoids confrontation like the Witch King, Bilbo wisely uses stealth in order to make a clean getaway. In the book he pulls it off, further emphasizing his role as a three-dimensional thinker and contrasting his tactics to that of the hot-headed dwarves. I swear, if The Hobbit had been made back in the Seventies or Eighties, this scene would have been reproduced exactly the way it was in the book mainly because:

(A) It would have been nigh-impossible and/or super-expensive to do.
(B) Tolkien purists would have murdered the film-makers in their sleep if it was done any other way.

Now I understand Peter Jackson's concern that this relatively-pedestrian sequence wouldn't sit too well with modern audiences, but his solution to the problem is completely ludicrous. As soon as Bilbo rolled the dwarves out into the river without sealing the barrels up I just groaned, rolled my eyes and braced myself for the idiocy to follow. And let me tell you, folks, the next scene is a real dilly. 


Notwithstanding the fact that the lidless barrels would immediately sink, you've also got punishing rapids, a horde of incredibly incompetent orcs who apparently lead with their necks, a pair of elves who were clearly bitten by a radioactive Mirkwood spider, more loosed arrows then all of 300 and Braveheart combined and a bunch of dwarves who openly participate in this mid-river melee despite the fact that they're RIDING IN FUCKING BARRELS!

Now, you might be saying "C'mon, Dave, you're complaining about realism in a flick that has dragons, elves and magic in it?" Yep, yer effin' right I am. Movies, especially fantasy movies, need a certain amount of internal logic and physical boundaries, otherwise there's no sense of peril and no stakes to create tension. As such, the scene is rendered frivolous, disposable and, at its worst, unintentionally funny. It ceases to be a meaningful action sequence and it strays too far into Looney Toons or Mario Kart territory.  

Another demerit for this brain-dead scene: sharp-eyed viewers will notice a few jarring frames from the P.O.V. of the barrel-bound dwarves which looks as if it was shot with the world's cheapest video camera. Even though it only last lasts a few seconds it completely ejected me out of the film, making me feel as if I was watching a particularly bad Seven Flags commercial.     

Greenscreen Blues Jackson's adaptation of The Lord of the Rings represented the perfect balance between real exterior locations, constructed sets and the occasional green screen effect. For these Hobbit flicks, I fear that Jackson has gone "Full Lucas", cutting and pasting his actors into abstract green-tinged playgrounds and then using his prodigious computers to create digital holodecks.

Although its not nearly as bad as Attack of the Clones, there's an alarming amount of dubious-looking environments on display here which completely shatters the illusion for me. Sorry, but the small yet tangible Edoras set from The Two Towers is a million times more convincing then the digital panoply of Laketown. Whenever Jackson takes the time to shoot his actors out on location those scenes are like a refreshing breath of fresh air to me. 

Smaug's Reveal  In the book, a lightly-dozing Smaug is already in plain view when Bilbo first ventures into the treasure chamber. Frankly, the idea of trying to sneak past this immensely powerful, incredibly-deadly creature is a much scarier prospect then the reveal they used in the movie.

"Hey, That Was Easy!"  In the movie, Bilbo finds the Arkenstone almost immediately. In the book, he tries to impress the dwarves but making off with a random gold cup. At first the gambit seems to work but when Smaug wakes up, the greedy bastard can immediately sense that one of his minor trinkets is missing from the Scrooge McDuck-sized loot pile and this minor transgression is enough to inspire his first shit-fit. This really drives home just how evil, sharp and miserly Smaug really is. That and the fact that he'd probably get along really well with Annie Wilkes from Misery. 

More Wacky Action  Enslaved to the notion of providing an obligatory but ultimately false climax, Peter Jackson gives us yet another dumb action sequence reminiscent of the hyperactive slapstick that characterized the Goblin cave escape in the first film. Even though the scheme to kill Smaug would be vetoed by any self-respecting dwarf, the screen-writers force them to go through the motions of spectacle. 

This is all just an excuse to show dwarves leaping heroically away from fireballs, swinging around on pulleys and chains and dancing around on the fangs of a dragon. Conveniently, this also gives Jackson an opportunity to really stretch out Smaug's screen time. Again, I can't help but think that goofy scenes like this only exist to appease the lowest common denominator in the audience. 


PROS

Beorn  Yes, his appearance isn't integral to the plot, but he does give Bilbo, Thorin, Gandalf and company some great travelogue tips as well as some foreshadowing. More importantly, Beorn is just the sort of strange and interesting character you might expect to encounter on a real, bona fide adventure. I mean, c'mon, the dude looks like a half-transformed werewolf with a fetish for livestock and beekeeping.  Now that's interesting!

Added bonus: Swedish actor Mikael Persbrandt delivers a memorably intense and quirky performance for the short time he's on screen.

Gandalf's Side-Quest  I love Gandalf. I love how, just seconds after reaching the terrifying outskirts of Mirkword Forest, he announces "Welp, sionara, bitches!" and then stone cold abandons Bilbo and the dwarves. Since he does this in the book as well, I have absolutely no problem with Peter Jackson showing us what he gets up to, just as he did in Return of the King when Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas rally the Army of the Dead.

After all, that's the point of a visual medium like film: to show us what happens instead of Galdalf just showing up in the final act and saying "Whoof! Man, that road trip was a real bee-hotch! So, not only are there a bunch of friggin' Ringwraiths running around now, Dol Gildur is lousy with orcs. Oh, and FYI, if you thought that Smaug's a bastard, wait 'till I tell you about what's coming next!"

Besides, more screen time with Ian McKellan as Gandalf is always a good thing. He owns this role in the same way that Hugh Jackman will always be Wolverine. Although he doesn't really get anything new to do, he's still fun to watch nonetheless.


Foreshadowing  Even on his own Bilbo is starting to suspect that the One Ring that he acquired from Gollum in the previous flick is starting to have an adverse effect on him. In a couple of economic little scenes we get some precious (pun not intended) screen time with Martin Freeman and Jackson gets another chance to build more connective tissue with his Rings trilogy. Which brings me to...

Martin Freeman  Although a part of me wishes we could invent a time machine just to see what Ian Holm would have done with the role, I can't think of a better contemporary choice to play Bilbo Baggins then Martin Freeman. I've already talked about his ability to combine irritation and befuddlement better then anyone else, but his performance is so chock-a-block with interesting subtleties and asides that I really wish there was more focus on him. In addition to his aforementioned struggles with the Ring, Martin's "Why bother?" posture of resignation after encountering Smaug for the first time is just one example of his smart, insightful acting.    


Azog & Bolg  Since our protagonists needed something more then just a bunch of anonymous orcs to fight,  I applaud Jackson's decision to include these two name-level bad-asses. Their design and animation is fantastic, even though I'd still prefer a dude in a prosthetic suit then a completely CGI character. To me, Lurtz from Fellowship will always be scarier then these guys. 

Although their mid-movie tap-out is pretty ham-fisted, it leaves second-ringer Bolg as a first-reel casualty in the third film while holding Azog back as the finale's ultimate "Big Bad". Hey, I don't know if this is gonna happen fo' sho', but based on "The Movie Cliche Handbook", the odds are pretty good. Maybe I'm wrong about Jackson's plan for these two guys but right now I'm be willing to put money down on it. 

Which brings me to a major point: I seriously hope that film-makers stop kowtowing to audience expectations and start throwing us some freakin' curve balls already. 

Again With The Spiders!  Man, just how arachnophobic was Tolkien, anyway? After giving us a horde of murderous, but downright-chatty, web-spinners in The Hobbit he then went on to trump this nightmare with the monstrous Shelob in The Two Towers. Kudos to Jackson for making this action scene engaging and tense, despite the fact that we've already covered similar ground in Return of the King and Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

The Bard...No Not That Bard  We've already established that Tolkien had absolutely no inkling about cinematic writing, which is why The Hobbit is almost completely devoid of modern-day conventions. Unfortunately this created a few "out of left field" resolutions, as anyone familiar with the character of Bard the Bowman will attest. His eleventh hour appearance in the original Hobbit novel actually reveals a pretty hefty flaw in the original source material and I have to credit Peter Jackson for recognizing this and beefing up this pivotal role.

In a related point: although some of the intrigue in Lake Town feels a bit dragged out to me, I liked the fact that the dwarves weren't all welcomed with open arms like they were in the novel. In fact, the only thing the Master of Lake Town is concerned about in the original book is pissing off the elves by harboring a bunch of fugitives. It just makes sense to me that the people of Lake Town would be shitting bricks over the prospects of some dodgy, renegade dwarves breaking into the Lonely Mountain and then sticking their collective, jerkin-sized dicks into a sleeping dragon's ear.  


"What?!?  This Level Is Timed?!?"   In order to gain entrance to the Lonely Mountain the dwarves need to find a secret door and open it before the end of some specific day. This creates a nice little time lock and really adds to the tension. 

"Oh My God, They've Killed Kili!"   In the book, the dwarves pretty much get through all of these perils scot-free. Peter Jackson and his scribes rectify this and, in turn, create more urgency in the final act.

Smaug the Tremendous / Magnificent / Staggering  Thanks to some amazing computer animation and terrific voice-over work by Benedict Cumberbatch, Smaug is a completely believable creation. He's expressive, detailed and has a genuine sense of enormity and scale. Just like the Gollum/Bilbo riddle-off in the first film, Jackson wisely ports over Tolkien's dialogue almost verbatim from the original novel, providing some much-needed street credibility. Although Cumberbatch's voice has clearly been modulated into oblivion, his delivery and enunciation communicates a healthy dollop of wit, ego and menace.

Smaug's Reveal: Take Two Although I still think it would have been more nail-biting if Bilbo tried to sneak past a snoozing Smaug who's lying out in plain view, Jackson's reveal of the character is admittedly pretty cool. I've heard of dragons sleeping on top of treasure troves, but never inside. Oh well, maybe it's kinda like when people go to the beach and then bury themselves in the sand.  


Pippin' Ain't Easy: Making Middle Earth  Jackson and his team of production designers have delivered an imaginative interpretation of Tolkien's realm. Beorn's pad looks very "druid-y", Mirkwood is dark and foreboding, Thranduil's elven-realm manages to wring plenty of aesthetic appeal out of the dim forest floor and the abandoned halls of Erebor show off the dwarven penchant for masonry and overcompensation. Although I still grouse about a few phony-looking CGI backdrops, Jackson certainly had a lot of ground to cover and the film's visual eye is generally pretty solid.
      
It's Better Then The First One  Between all of the set-up, backstory and appendix-raiding, An Unexpected Journey felt like an OCD patchwork of plot ideas and pointless deviations to me. Not only did that first movie feel completely scatterbrained, it was also...dare I say it...kinda dull? Fortunately, things eventually do kick into high gear around the mid-way mark and the movie gets much better. 

Yes, Jackson and his writers dragged a lot of irrelevant mush into The Desolation of Smaug, but at least things mesh together a lot better here. Like I said before, the cloak-and-dagger shenanigans in the second half of the film feels a bit prolonged but at least we've got Stephen Fry as the Master of Lake-Town and his Wormtongue-like majordomo Alfrid (Ryan Gage) to keep us duly entertained.  

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A lot of people are saying that Peter Jackson made all of these contentious changes because Tolkien's original novel is "flawed". I'll be the first to admit that The Hobbit isn't a perfect book, but I think that many of these alterations were done to appease the casual movie-goer who would be sorely disappointed if they didn't get some wild action scenes, lavish special effects and plenty of elven eye-candy. I guess modern audiences don't have a lot of interest in old-fashioned "adventure" movies anymore. 

Not that I'm overly-precious when it comes to book-to-screen adaptations. After all, a slavish devotion to the first two Harry Potter books yielded a pair of pretty turgid and color-by-numbers films. Stuff that was irrelevant to the plot should have been left out, but it wasn't. This is in stark contrast to the Hobbit flicks, which are clearly trying to shoe-horn in as much vaguely-related crap as possible in order to make it as "epic" as the original Lord of the Rings.

And that's the main problem with these films. The Hobbit is a reasonably non-violent kid's book in which the untried Bilbo Baggins has a bunch "(mis)adventures" with a pack of dwarves and uses his guile, stealth and diplomacy to make it through. Maybe the book's gotterdamerung-style climax inspired Jackson to dial everything else up to "11" and then break the knob off.  

Pity. I was perfectly happy to go on a simple little adventure.  

      
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