Friday, July 1, 2016

Ali** (2001) 8.25, 7, 8.5, 23.75

So, this evening I perused HBONOW alphabetically and quickly found my eyes resting on a film, 2001’s Ali, that seems to be timely given its historical protagonist’s demise recently. So I popped it on and just finished its lengthy two hour and thirty-seven minute runtime. I was a little underwhelmed, as I remember from my first viewing.
As for acting, the real standout here, I feel Will Smith did a pretty great job. The hardest thing for a high-profile movie star like him to do, especially when playing such iconic figures, is to make us momentarily forget that we’re not looking at the original. I had moments when Smith assumed the legendary charisma of Ali and his manic energy so well that I genuinely lost the sense of watching a film and felt like I was watching a man just putting on a great show.
Another person who deserves a note is Jon Voight as Howard Cosell. Both in his dry onscreen persona and in his more tender and personal moments with Ali, Voight managed to maintain that balance of humanity and affability that I have seen in footage of Cosell. Credit should also be given to the makeup department in hiding the recognizable face of Voight, allowing him to inhabit the role more completely. In that spirit, it also seems worth mentioning part of Smith’s accomplishment in taking on this role and inhabiting the spirit of Ali, without really looking that much like him.
A quick shout out to Jamie Foxx as Bundini, Mario van Peebles as Malcolm, and the actors playing Ali’s three main opponents: Sonny Liston, Joe Frazier, and George Foreman,  seems incumbent on me. Foxx plays the hype man and friend of Ali with a frantic quality that matches the portrayed personality and troubles. Mario van Peebles has the thankless duty of following Denzel in one of his most powerful and pivotal roles. He shows in a limited situation the humanity and tenderness of Malcolm, especially in relation to Ali.
The three roles of the opponents are played well in each case, showcasing the brute strength of these men. James Toney as Joe Frazier has a great moment, switching naturally, in an unnatural moment, between the hardness of his battling personality to the softness of a man having compassion on another and offering Ali money to get him to their fight.
Now, in spite of a number of good performances, even one remarkable one, this film fails to wow me. I lay this to what I assume is a writing issue. The film is well longer than it should have been for one that portrays a shortened version of Ali’s career.
It often portrays situations somewhat impressionistically, which can be done well, as in Stoppard’s Anna Karenina, but this film often seems to lazily try to build the emotional background to a scene through repeated cuts to musical performers. This motif seemed tired before they’d even finished it the first time and they repeated it several times. Numerous scenes of dialogue, especially between Ali and his lovers, seem directionless, the opposite of stilted, over-written dialogue, the characters meander, vaguely addressing the issues between them and then the scene moves on.
The most annoying instance is in the strange post-facto revelation of Ali’s infidelity. There seems almost no indication during Ali’s relationship with his second wife that he has a wandering eye, but when she leaves Africa to attend to their sick daughter, which is preceded by one of the strangest, most poorly written arguments I remember from a movie, he’s suddenly got an eye for everything that moves, or so the first person camera would have us believe.
After his wife returns, they have an argument revealing that he’s been unfaithful before and I was a little shocked, because no mention of it came at any point earlier in the film. We are now over two hours in and during the first hour, Ali yells at his father, insisting he’ll never run around on his wife. This reversal of his ideals of fidelity would have had more effect if it had been gradually revealed, but now it looks lazy and doesn’t have the intended effect.
A couple of other items should be given positive mention after that little tirade. The physical aspect of the numerous, lengthily portrayed fights are extremely well done. I think this film portrays boxing nearly as well as has been done in a film, which is accomplished by telling a clear narrative of the fight and all the lead-up. Yet, A couple of mistakes seem to be made.
As a sports film, I can see the allure of portraying Ali’s prowess and success as coming from on-the-spot genius, but in a little research into things, I can now see that the “rope-a-dope” style was developed from the later rounds of his fight with Frazier and didn’t occur to him at the second round of the “Rumble in the Jungle.” The desire to show Ali as a genius, misunderstood by all around him, which the film goes out of its way to do, makes them show him out of step with his partners in the corner, which is probably false.
A similar thing happens in Ali’s induction ceremony. It seems to portray Ali as temperamentally deciding to refuse induction, possibly because the representative of the government calls him Clay, instead of acting on his genuine conscientious belief, which makes him seem petty, instead of brave, which seems pretty unfair, considering how serious he seems to have taken the whole thing. It also shows him giving his famous quote, “No Viet Cong never called me nigger,” over the telephone in a fit, to the surprise of his friends, making his whole campaign feel very emotion-driven.
Overall, I felt this film failed in a lot of ways to do much more than give good moments to Smith and spur an interest in understanding Ali better. It didn’t accomplish its task in terms of cohesion, thoroughness, or consistency. Moments shine through, rather brightly, but the film as a whole in unspectacular. Its true goal may well have been as a vehicle to propel Will Smith to bigger things. In that way, it was very successful.

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Wimbledon** (2004) 8.75, 9, 8.5, 26.25

So this is one of those middling romantic comedies from my youth that I found for $.50 at a store that was moving locations. It's a simple sports film at its core, centering around an aging tennis pro named Peter Colt playing in what might be his last professional tournament at Wimbledon. He comes in with singularly low expectations, but he gains a new perspective when he meets Lizzie Bradbury, as young tennis phenom who takes an interest in him and makes him embarrassed to lose.
I gave it an 8.75 for wit because though it's charming and has moments of snappy dialogue and beautiful romance, it generally doesn't seek to do anything out of the ordinary acting-wise or in terms of the plot and dialogue.
For wisdom, I gave it a 9, in part because it betrays a little bit of the thought of Andreas Capellanus, a fantastic medieval thinker, whose Art of Courtly Love I heartily recommend. Beyond the -.25 for misunderstanding sexuality, hardly worth mentioning, there's also some nice stuff about family and aging romance I enjoyed, though the ending was a little much, which I'll discuss beyond the spoiler screen for those interested.
For wonder, I gave a pretty standard 8.5, because besides some interesting stuff in the music department, not enough to warrant any extra consideration, there's nothing in terms if cinematography, directing, or effects to warrant anything more.
I can hardly recommend this as prime romanticism, for those not inclined to it, but it fills a need. Paul Bettany is a great underdog everyman. Kirsten Dunst is bewitching, though maybe that's just me.
Enjoy, friends!
===============SPOILER ALERT=============
That was probably hardly necessary, because this came out in 2004, but War and Peace was published in 1869 and it takes I'm taking a lot of care and still having parts spoiled. The only bit worth mentioning is the end. Sports movies have a complex issue, particularly singles sports. If your character begins to be successful, which is practically required to make the movie interesting, how far do they have to succeed to avoid anticlimax? If they're the underdog, as here in Wimbledon, the further they get, the more improbable and the greater stretch on the suspension of disbelief. Having forgotten the end, I wanted him to fail before winning it all, so it would feel more real, but a film like this is built on the improbable. That said, when he, ranked 119th in the world, deep into his thirties, wins one of the most prestigious tennis tournaments in the world, it just snapped for me. The suspension couldn't hold. My disbelief flooded in and so 9 for wisdom. There you go.
Thanks if you made it this far. Enjoyez!

Perfect Sense* (2011) 9.25, 9.5, 9.25, 28

This one's been on my Netflix queue for a while. I've always thought the idea was interesting, I have a deep affection for Ewan McGregor, and have been interested in Eva Green since Casino Royale. But I was pleasantly surprised by the depth of artistry and imagination this film contained.
I'll begin with a very flattering comparison to La Jetée, a somewhat obscure French film that awed with its simplicity and use of arresting visual techniques. It's only a half an hour, but uses its time economically and accomplishes more than most two hour films. In Perfect Sense, a similar simplicity leaves us with an hour and a half, which sees a beautiful romance unfurl with a haunting worldwide pandemic as a backdrop. This pandemic involves the loss, one by one, of the senses, in each instance preceded by a violent bout of emotion. In this way, it acts mostly like a fable for the blindness of our selfishness, but in such a way as to offer a kind of hope to be found in love.
This beautiful idea and ideal is extracted by means of a fascinating exploration of the importance of the senses and emotions and aspects of our lives connected to them.
Ewan is great at exploring characters that sit outside the regular Joe mold. In this, we have a aesthetically minded chef that's a bit of a cad, but meets a dejected, recently rejected epidemiologist, who happens to be studying our pandemic, just as she is coming down with the first symptoms.
The acting, from them and the rest of the little cast is always good, occasionally profound. But its the fascinating plot that earns it the extra to get to 9.25 for wit. After taking off the standard .25 for profound misunderstanding of sex, a thing films rarely avoid these days unless they simply ignore sexuality, I felt the acting and writing made up the .5 to get us back.
For wisdom, I gave it 9.5 because of the subtle beauty of the pandemic allegory and the idea that love is the thing that allows us to live, even when we're not whole, as well as the wisdom of the portrayals of love, heartbreak, and despair.
I gave it 9.25 for wonder chiefly on account of the interesting techniques used to play with the loss of the senses.
I really enjoyed this little gem. I hope you enjoy it as well.