Topol used to sing about tradition, and that’s exactly what the Oscars are all about Fiddler on the Roof name drops aside, each year beautiful people walk the red carpet showing off their dollars and fashion sense, and chatting it up with press on their respective film and nerves for the night. Once they get inside, the telecast traditionally runs overtime and anoints predictable winners and yawns. This year wasn’t any different. The King’s Speech and star Colin Firth were knighted as expected, while Natalie Portman danced her way to an
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Off to a good start with the hosts, James Franco and Anne Hathaway, inserted into scenes from several of the Oscar nominees, on an Inception theme. The writing is funny and their performances sparkle – but mostly, the writing is funny. Best gag: Morgan Freeman narrating Alec Baldwin’s dream. Then Franco and Hathaway opened up with a decent opening banter poking fun at themselves as tools to attract a young
The Academy Awards on ABC opened very well. Okay, not so original, inserting Oscar hosts into nominated film clips, but it was fun. Plus, considering the question mark of having non-comedian movie stars James Franco and Anne Hathaway as hosts, it seemed to dispel the notion they weren’t up to the task.
Then it happened and the bubble burst as the couple tripped over the obligatory monologue. Flatly written and seeming more like a very extended bit of pedestrian patter by two ordinary presenters, the only good thing was it was mercifully
Julie Taymor is a visual artist who uses film and theater as her medium. But no matter how you parse his work, William Shakespeare is about the words. The images – the time frame, the setting, the makeup – only carry you so far. Then the script – the text – has to take over and do the heavy lifting.
But in Taymor’s The Tempest, the script seems to be weighted down, freighted with ideas that never come to life. While Taymor’s cast seems up to the task of bringing The Tempest to life, the film never comes alive, except when Taymor explores a visual idea – usually having to do with the sprite, Ariel (Ben Whishaw).
Otherwise, the one fresh idea – of making Prospero a female character named Prospera (played by Helen Mirren) – doesn’t enlighten or enliven. Meanwhile, the play’s low comedy – involving the drunkards Trinculo and Stephano and the monster Caliban (Russell Brand, Alfred Molina and Djimon Housou) – is dead on arrival.
Indeed, Taymor doesn’t seem to have much of a vision here, at least not one that’s obvious if you don’t read the press notes. Her desert island really is a desert island, which makes for limited scenic possibilities. The vastness of the island, in fact, makes the whole story seem smaller, less powerful – these are not characters in imminent danger of running into each other. It seems more of a stretch to imagine that the victims of the shipwreck – brought to the island by Prospera so that she may redress the wrongs they’ve done her – would find each other after they’re washed up on different parts of the land mass.
Listening to Mirren speak Shakespeare’s words is a pleasure. But the younger cast members (Felicity Jones as Miranda, Reeve Carney as Prince Ferdinand) seem to babble lines they don’t comprehend. The party of the Duke, meanwhile, which includes David Strathairn, Alan Cumming, Chris Cooper and Tom Conti – seems to have wandered in from another, even duller movie.
And the clowns – Brand, Molina, Hounsou – are choreographed in ways that emphasize the most obvious jokes without adding to them. Only Brand seems to know how to make the torpid material come to life. Well, to life seems an exaggeration – it at least has a pulse, as opposed to the stagey performances of Molina and Hounsou.
Slow and grinding, Taymor’s version of The Tempest would be dwarfed by any teapot she might decide to set it in.
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I don’t usually pick up the supermarket gossip rags — In Touch, Us Weekly, Life & Style, the Star, and the like. They all seem to be covering the same celebrities in the same ways, and it just doesn’t appeal to me. I think these types of magazines and websites, together with the current overflow of “reality” TV programs, have taken celebrity worship to dangerous levels.
Imagine my surprise then, on a recent trip to London, at developing a quick affection for Grazia magazine. Published by Bauer Media (the huge European parent company of several magazine, radio, TV and online properties, including In Touch and Life & Style in the U.S.), Grazia certainly gives you the requisite celeb gossip — who’s dating, sleeping together, pregnant, breaking up, etc. But I find the British magazines add a slightly more interesting edge to their coverage.
Also, the magazine feels different, which adds to the experience. Grazia is slightly oversized, larger than her American counterparts. Her pages are not glossy, but of a soft, matte-surface quality, reminiscent of the old-school department store catalogs (don’t act like you don’t remember them).
The real thrill here is Grazia’s fashion coverage. She gives you an incredible mix of high and low: street looks of the H&M and Zara variety, all the way up to the best of designer fashion, accessories and beauty. Their editorial fashion pages are on par with any of the top American fashion magazines. (A recent “urban highland” layout, styled by Anna Foster and photographed by Neil Kirk, was particularly strong.)
While I could personally care less about Courteney Cox and David Arquette’s break-up (and even less about the Katy Perry and Russell Brand wedding), there were a few things that peaked my interest — tales of a long-ago gay affair involving pop star Gwen Stefani’s husband, rocker Gavin Rossdale; Lady Gaga strolling down the aisle in a “secret” Greek wedding (really?); a great piece on The Kids Are All Right director Lisa Cholodenko (responsible for one of my favorite films this year); 52-year-old Madonna’s latest boy toy, 24-year-old, mixed-race French dancer Brahim Zaibat (with whom the superstar has been hitting London’s hottest nightclubs).
In a nod to their male fans, Grazia has just launched a test issue of sister publication Gaz7etta, fully fitted with all the things on a proper lad’s radar — sports, fashion and powerful men to emulate (advertising/art magnate Charles Saatchi; will actor Daniel Craig quit the Bond film franchise?).
Kudos to editor Jane Bruton and her hard-working staff. I think I’ve found a new source for my fashion/lifestyle/fabulosity fix.
Memory can play tricks on you. I fondly recalled the TV series Ellery Queen Mysteries ($59.98; E1), with a tall gangly Jim Hutton (father of Timothy) shambling his way through an episode and then turning to the camera (to me!) and asking if we’d figured it out. The Ellery Queen mysteries were famous for that: they provided all the clues upfront so that if you were clever and smart, you had just as good a chance of figuring out whodunit as the sleuth. Oddly, Ellery Queen has never been very successful outside of books and short stories, where he’s sold a reported 150 million copies and counting. A hit radio series lasted quite a few years, but every TV incarnation was a flop, including this one, which lasted only one season. Still, it’s warmly remembered by fans as faithful to the spirit of the books, due in no small part to the easy charm of Hutton and dependable character actor David Wayne as his dad. Dipping into the 22 episodes plus the TV movie pilot, it’s very clear this was a warm-up for Murder She Wrote: a weekly anthology of crime with a genial host and a raft of guest stars like Don Ameche, Ed McMahon, Sal Mineo, Vincent Price, Joan Collins – you get the idea, the Love Boat, Fantasy Island sort of gang. Pretty mild stuff, in other words. A solid presentation, with modest extras like an interview with co-creator William Link.
GET HIM TO THE GREEK ($39.98 BluRay; $29.98 regular DVD) — I do not get Russell Brand. But this spin-off from Forgetting Sarah Marshall played and played in movie theaters, obviously getting great word of mouth. So when I was in the mood for silly fun and ready to give Brand another try, I knew it was time for this comedy about a hapless record company employee (Jonah Hill) who must play nanny with a drinking and drugging rock star (Brand) and get him to a massively important concert on time. When the movie began with a feeble rock parody (showing Brand in a pathetically “important” video called “African Child”) I knew I was in trouble. It did not get funnier as the rock star loosens up the employee and the employee gives some heartfelt advice to the rock star about how to live his life and lessons are learned all around. By and large a time waster, some modest pleasure can be had on the fringes, namely Sean Combs pretty amusing as a record company exec and Elizabeth Moss of Mad Men sexily appealing as Hill’s girlfriend. I dread Brand in the Arthur remake more and more.
RUSH CLASSIC ALBUMS: 2112 AND MOVING PICTURES ($14.98; Eagle Vision) — It’s a banner year for Rush, what with the acclaimed documentary film Beyond The Lighted Stage and this look at their two most important albums. The Classic Albums series is a dependable one for fans of the acts involved and the formula is simple. A brief rundown of the band and their history is provided as a lead-in to discuss one or two of their landmark albums, including fresh interviews with band members, a rock critic or two, record label execs, producers and engineers and so on. If you’re a fan of the band involved, you can be sure the DVDs won’t disappoint and most likely will dig up some info you didn’t know before. (Finally, I know why that instrumental is called “YYZ.”) Of course, it helps when the band is articulate and smart, as Rush is in spades and the commentary ranges from pressure from the record company to breakdowns of individual tracks that reveal interesting little flourishes. Extras include extended interviews, some new and classic performance footage that doubles the running time to two hours.
THE KILLER INSIDE ME ($29.98 BluRay and $19.98 regular; IFC) — Casey Affleck is obviously flustered and surprised by the reaction to his performance art piece/mockumentary I’m Still Here with Joaquin Phoenix. But he should take comfort in the fact that if you want to talk about the movies of 2010 you need to see his directorial debut and you need to see his work on The Killer Inside Me, a darker than dark noir based on the Jim Thompson novel about a small-town sheriff who has to cover up one murder with more murders and — more distressingly — finds he doesn’t mind so very much. Affleck has a gift for playing unpleasant, awkward characters and that’s used to full effect here in scenes that are uncomfortably violent in a disturbing, unflinching manner that divided critics and audiences but made it one of the most talked about indie films of the year. It’s the latest curve ball from the ever-restless director Michael Winterbottom. Clearly not for the delicate, it’s noir without the romanticism.
RICH MAN, POOR MAN ($79.95; A&E) — This is the miniseries that made a star of Nick Nolte AND a star of the miniseries in general. The first 12 hour miniseries aired during the early months of 1976 and exploded in the ratings, ranking #2 for the year, right behind All In The Family. Naturally, it was brought back that fall for a second full season of 22 episodes, though Nick Nolte for obvious reasons was not involved. The Irwin Shaw novel was pure soap opera but the first edition had fun with it, to a degree, jamming the film full of actors like Ed Asner and Steve Allen and Robert Reed to join Nolte and Peter Strauss in the epic tale of two brothers and their struggles from the end of World War II through the Sixties. Though dated on every level (acting, dialogue, production values, etc.) the first miniseries is genius compared to the Falcon Crest-level intrigues of season two. As with many A&E TV releases of catalog titles, the video transfer is merely passable but certainly watchable despite wavering video and lines of age noticeable now and then. Fans will savor this release but the uninitiated will soon realize this is no American equivalent to Upstairs Downstairs, just trashy fun gussied up as art.
LET’S HEAR IT FOR THE LAURIE BERKNER BAND! ($16.99; Paramount) — Wildly popular fixture on Jack’s Big Music Show, Laurie Berkner pulls together some (but by no means all) of her videos found there and elsewhere on Nick Jr and Noggin. You get 16 songs, intro’d by Moose and Zee with encouragement to get up and dance along, as well as four more music videos. “Rocketship Run,” “Victor Vito,” the hard to argue with “I’m Me and You’re You” are some of the cuts included, all of which are catchy and clever enough to keep parents engaged as well.
I’M GONNA EXPLODE ($24.98; IFC) — This “Mexican New Wave” drama follows two misfit teens who pretend to run away from home but really camp out on the roof of the boy’s residence while his corrupt politician father and her easily distraught mother seek them out all over the country. Writer-director Gerardo Naranjo has a pretty good eye and a certain talent for stringing out an entire film from this very modest premise, which barely develops more than I’ve described here. The boy is sexily confused about his life of privilege and the girl is blunt and no-nonsense but we don’t know much more about them at the end than we did at the beginning and they certainly don’t seem like star-crossed lovers a la Romeo & Juliet. Late in the film, when they crash a birthday party and the boy is a boorish drunk, we really start to question liking him at all. Maybe he is just a spoiled kid. Then the movie lurches into unearned melodrama that’s utterly out of step with the previous 95 minutes and they lost me for good. Maybe Naranjo will develop more, but this is a part-boring, part-pretentious Godardian riff.
MY FAVORITE SPY ($24.95; Olive Films/Paramount) — Olive Films is an imprint that’s been diving into the Paramount vaults and rescuing the movies that the studio hasn’t released for one reason or another. After months of releases, it’s safe to say that Olive is a dependable label. Their movies have no extras to speak of usually (something I personally don’t care about, frankly). But the important point is that they take good care to present a decent print. I wish the price point were lower but they’re probably doing what they can to eke out a profit on movies that are curiosities even to most film buffs. So if the movie interests you, rest assured the quality should be fine. This Bob Hope vehicle will hopefully prove one of their best sellers. It’s Hope in fine form as a cowardly comic dragooned into the spy business and (growllllllll) happily paired off with Hedy Lamarr. It’s all handled ably by Norman Z. McLeod and ranks as one of Hope’s solo best. Also out is the Danny Kaye vehicle Knock On Wood, a so-so movie star biopic Harlow, late period Bette Davis in Where Love Has Gone and Kirk Douglas slumming it in the gloriously tacky Jacqueline Susann’s Once Is Not Enough.
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TV sets come out in such a deluge, it’s hard to keep up. Here’s a rundown of the latest.
Petty Blue ($19.99; Paramount/CMT) — This won’t interest non-fans, but for people who love NASCAR and know the Petty family legacy, this Kevin Costner-narrated documentary is a fine look at the men who literally made NASCAR from its earliest beginnings to its heyday with Richard Petty and into the future.
The Lord Peter Wimsey Mysteries Set Two ($49.99; Acorn) — I do enjoy Lord Peter Wimsey (the books are splendid) and Ian Carmichael is good in these three mysteries, all of which are four-parters of 50 minutes each. But since we had this series in a complete (if bulky and expensive) boxed set, it seems a step back to release them again in multi-set offerings. Anyone who wanted to rent or buy Set One will surely want Set Two and vice versa so why bother doing them alone?
CSI Tenth Season ($79.99; Paramount) — Marg Helgenberger becomes the de facto head of the team even as Laurence Fishburne settles more into his role. You get the usual season-long arc of a serial killer, crossover episodes with the other CSI’s (included in the extras) and the high-tech wizardry that has about as much to do with most police work as Formula 500 racing does to your regular commute.
Legend Of The Seeker 2nd Season ($45.99; ABC Studios) — As so often happens, this show — based on the much darker Sword Of Truth novels by Terry Goodkind — started to find its way in season two just as the plug was pulled. A little more action, a little more freedom to hew closer to the books (rather than create standalone episodes) and a realization that this was NOT Hercules or Xena all helped. Not great but fantasy pickings are slim on TV.
Magic & Bird: A Courtship Of Rivals ($19.98; HBO) — Earvin Johnson and Larry Bird comprised one of the great rivalries in all of sports and that’s lovingly captured in this look at how the bitterest of on court enemies later become the closest of friends.
Law & Order: Special Victims Unit Year Eleven ($59.98; Universal) — Since this L&O has always delved more into private lives, SVU has peaked much sooner than the original and it’s time to call it a day. Guest star arcs from Sharon Stone and Christine Lahti only emphasize that. Still, Christopher Meloni and Mariska Hargitay give it dignity.
SNL: The Best Of Eddie Murphy/Adam Sandler ($14.98 each; Lionsgate) — New editions of these greatest hits compilations, both with an extra 20 minutes of sketches added in. It’s been a long time since they were originally released, still it’s a shame the “extra” footage wasn’t just included in the first place. But if you’re a fan and didn’t buy the earlier set, it’s pretty much fool proof. If you did buy the earlier set and aren’t certain if you should buy it again, ask yourself this question: do you know all the words to The Hanukkah Song?” If so, buy it.
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