Tigerland (2000) dir. Joel Schumacher
Starring: Colin Farrell, Matthew Davis, Clifton Collins Jr., Shea Wingham, Tom Guiry
***1/2
By Alan Bacchus
How good is Colin Farrell in this movie? Great. Sadly, he would never again even come close to the cinematic charisma and complexities he puts into the role of Pvt. Roland Bozz, the enigmatic shit-disturbing soldier who affects the lives of the scared witless grunts he trains with during the lead-up to their tour in the Vietnam War. His memorable performance seems to inspire every other creative element in the film, from his supporting actors, Joel Schumacher's direction, which has never been better, and the awesome cinematography of Matthew Libatique.
Jim Paxton (Davis) is a humble middle-class WASP private training in the continental US before being shipped out to Vietnam. It’s Advanced Infantry Training at Fort Polk to be exact, nicknamed Tigerland for its ability to create the military’s ruthless fighting machines. Through Paxton’s written diaries and voiceover we get to see the horrific life of a soldier through his innocent and naive eyes. Another newbie is the less identifiable presence of Pvt. Bozz (Farrell), a wildcard crackerjack who marches to his own beat and at all times exudes superiority to the hyperbole of military training.
While his self-imposed right of personal freedom and expression is admired and looked up to by Davis and some others, Bozz is also a frustrating stick in the mud for his officers and fellow soldiers. The main source of conflict comes from a near psychotic bully, Pvt. Wilson (Wingham), who resents Bozz’s libertarian ways. As others, like the cowardly Corporal Miter (Collins Jr.), crack under the strain, Bozz becomes an angel of comfort for those who will likely not survive the stress of battle.
Joel Schumacher has never been better. Ever. He’s made 22 feature films, many of them extremely successful, yet he’s never made a great movie except for Tigerland. Like his discoveries in previous pictures St. Elmo’s Fire and The Lost Boys, his casting is sharp. Not only Farrell, but look at the performance of Clifton Collins Jr., who matches Farrell’s veracity with a less show-offy role, but one he burns into our memories. Same with Shea Wingham, who like Collins is certainly not a star, but an equally respected character actor today. His performance as Wilson, the antagonist to Bozz, is frightening.
If not Colin Farrell, then Matthew Libatique’s muddy and grainy 16 mm photography is at the helm of this ship. This was a time before acceptable quality high-definition, before the Red Camera and before the extensive colour timing capabilities in post that we have now. Libatique employed good old fashioned 16 mm to create an earthy and grainy newsreel feeling. The format also allows for a distinct type of colour saturation not present in regular 35 mm.
Though this aesthetic was likely influenced by the Danish Dogme films that were hot at the time, Libatique and Schumacher create their own rules. Despite the gritty feeling, they don’t always handhold the camera. Many of the shots are on tripod and dollies for a traditional steady and smooth look, which demonstrates that realism needn’t be exclusively achieved using a handheld or ‘shaky’ camera.
In Citizen Kane, Orson Welles famously shared his title credit on the same card as his cinematographer Gregg Toland to honour his immense contribution of the visual design to the picture. If any film deserves a similar co-authorship, it’s Tigerland.
Tigerland is available on Blu-ray from MGM Home Entertainment.
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Thursday, 28 January 2010
Sundance 2010 - TWELVE
Starring: Chace Crawford, Emma Roberts, Rory Culkin, Zoe Kravitz, Curtis Jackson
*
By Alan Bacchus
Having knowing nothing about this film, from the opening scene, listening to Kiefer Sutherland’s voiceover describe the landscape - Upper West Side Manhattan, Chace Crawford as a high class dealer supplying the superficial children of the wealthy elite with drugs, I doublechecked the press notes, is this Gossip Girl: The Movie? No, apparently it’s based on an acclaimed novel by Nick McDonell. Whatever form the novel took, Schumacher has turned it into a grade z version of Gossip Girl.
The story, setting and casting is the just tip of the iceberg of crap. The title refers to a new street drug called ‘12’ a mixture of coke, ecstasy and other expensive drugs which is getting all the upperclass kids high, Crawford plays ‘White Mike’ (seriously that’s his name), a drug dealer who doesn’t drink, smoke or do drugs, just sells them. His cousin Charlie, addicted to the new stuff has gotten himself killed by Lionel (Curtis ‘50 Cent’ Jackson).
Meanwhile Chris (Rory Culkin), a runt of a kid and wannabe of the in crowd hosts a bunch of parties as his house, which serves as the gathering place for the good looking people to get wasted.
Molly is a clean cut gal with good grades, who accidentally takes some of the new drug and instantly gets hooked but finds herself doing anything to score some '12.'
There’s also Claude, Chris’s older brother, a psychopath who returns from rehab to hole up in the family mansion to lift weights and practice his skills with a samurai sword.
Rounding out most of the other characters some of the typical stock airhead rich girl characters from Gossip Girl.
All the subplots come to a head at one raucous party at Chris' house with the demand for the ‘12’ drug at the centre of the conflict. Molly gets raped and Claude goes off on a shooting rampage
Kiefer Sutherland’s faux poetic narration is so intrusive, when he’s not explaining what’s in the character’s heads, he’s giving us inane and useless details of the characters lives.
All character speak ridiculously overwrought soap opera melodramatic dialogue that makes Gossip Girl look like Shakespeare.
The plotting, the drug deals, and the petty teenage cliquey conflicts are written and executed with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, I’m still not sure it was intended as comedy or drama.
The final nail in the coffin occurs at the very end, the inclusion of a quote from Albert Camus.
The only respite comes when Schumacher blasts a Julian Plenti song 'Only If You Run', which pulses over the picture credits.
How does Joel Schumacher keep making movies? ‘Twelve” is the unintentionally hilarious non-comedy of the year and the biggest disaster of the Festival, which puts it in the company of ‘Showgirls‘ and ‘Glitter‘. A drinking game based on this movie is not far off.
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Sunday, 26 July 2009
St. Elmo's Fire
St. Elmo's Fire (1985) dir. Joel Schumacher
Starring: Ally Sheedy, Judd Nelson, Emilio Estevez, Demi Moore, Andrew McCarthy, Mare Winningham
*1/2
“St. Elmo’s Fire” was successful, a film from which the term ‘Brat Pack’ term was coined. In addition to the familiar cast of young actors hopping in and out of each other movies, the film also became Joel Schmucher’s first hit, and the beginning of a career of big budgeted, successful but underwhelming movies.
“St Elmo’s Fire” is so underwhelming, it’s almost unwatchable. The story of six college grads searching for their place in the world and reconciling their increasingly divergent lifestyles in a world of 1980's decadence.
Most of the characters are unequivocally written to be dislikeable. I imagine this was the pitch – to showcase these young actors without the John Hughes softening of ‘The Breakfast Club’ and with real issues facing young people. Unfortunately writers Schumacher and Carl Kurlander choose to dramatize his characters and scenes with base emotions, base relationships with less complexity than those Hughes films.
There's Alec (Judd Nelson) a Republican aide whose own immoral and idiotic internal logic has convinced himself that if he marries his girlfriend Leslie (Ally Sheedy) it will stop him from cheating with other women. There's Kevin (Andrew McCarthy) the writer whom everyone is convinced is gay because he actually respects women and whose pining after Leslie will eventually cause a rift in his best friendship with Alec. Rob Lowe is Billy a trainwreck self-destructive drunk who walks around everywhere with a saxophone, who is also married with a child whom he never sees. Demi Moore is Jules, a party girl, who desires to use her good looks to sleep her way to the top. Mare Winningham is the rich girl wallflower virgin Wendy who actually is in love with the big douche and deadbeat dad Billy. And then there's Kirby (Emilio Estevez) the law student who lasers in an older woman with headlong love-smitten abandonment.
Making someone a coke abuser, a drunk driver or an adulterer is not enough to complicate their character if their scenes are written and acted with blockhead subtly. In virtually every scene the internal logic of interaction of the characters is headshaking. Emilio Estevez’s entire existence in the film is based on his love-at-first-sight pursuit of a woman he hasn’t seen in 4 years since high school, and despite the fact she has not given him even a wink of acknowledgement in return for his irrational desire.
The only thing Schumacher gets right is the attitude of 1980's Reaganomics which trickled down into social behaviour - and era of irresponsible self-indulgence. Films like "Wall Street", "Bright Lights, Big City" captured this, but "St. Elmo's Fire" relies so heavily on embellished character and literary stereotypes everyone, including the nice characters, ring false. The only reason this film hasn't faded into obscurity is David Foster's pop-magnificent score, which is dates the film in a good way.
"St. Elmo's Fire" is available on Blu-Ray from Sony Pictures Home Entertainment
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