Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Film Review - "The Omen" (2006)

(I came across this review on my hard drive from a Film Critiquing course that I had taken. It needed to fulfill a word-quota, so there's a lot of extra bullshit mixed in, but it's a fairly accurate review of the Omen remake.)

2.5/5 Stars


Director: John Moore
Robert Thorn: Liev Schreiber
Katherine Thorn: Julia Stiles
Length:
110 mins
Rated: R

A great film can be compared to any other film and hold it’s own. It is unique enough to be original, yet it follows, to a degree, the consistencies we’ve come to expect from cinema. If either of these two aspects are abandoned, you get a couple of hours of boring redundancy or an experimental mess that’s too inaccessible to have any real impact on the audience. Or both. These cinematic consistencies are fairly obvious. There must be a compelling story delivered in such a way that it’s constantly moving the audience from point A to point B, visually through editing and cinematography, as well as through character and plot development. The film must be identifiable within its genre, but avoid being bogged down with cliches from it’s categorical ancestors. And the most important feature on the checklist of a great film is the concept of verisimilitude, a sense of believability and authenticity. Not necessarily in the sense that the concept of the film might actually happen in our reality, but considering the world that the story exists in, do we buy it? How do the actors react to death, or birth, or anything? Are there holes in the story? We apply our knowledge of the way things work from our own experiences in real life to this false, two-dimensional world in front of us. Do things progress naturally or does the story completely depend on plot devices arbitrary to the director? The filmmakers can only ask the audience to accept so much fiction before we lose our connection with the film’s reality.

Thirty years after The Omen (1976) was released, apparently someone thought it would be a good idea to remake the bone chilling film about the devil (or son of the devil; it’s not exactly a clear distinction, similar to the whole Jesus being God while simultaneously being the son of God-thing) being born into our modern world. Might it have something to do with the available release date of 06/06/06? Maybe? Definitely. At least Wesley Morris seems to think so, stating, “It's a terrible sign for a movie when the sole reason for its existence is a satanic opening date.” I agree. And as far as the story goes, it’s nearly an exact replica of the original. Both versions of this film have been written by David Seltzer, who, as Morris puts it, “...merely appears to have dusted off his original and handed it in to the studio.” Don’t get me wrong, it’s an excellent story. It’s eerie and dark. Extremely dark. Exploring the most terrifying prophecies of a religion halved by evil. But I’ve seen it before. I know what happens. I know how it ends. A faithful reproduction? Maybe. Seems more like laziness to me.

Remaking a movie can't be easy, especially when that movie is a classic. Since the story remains nearly untouched, this film has to rely on something, everything else to prove it was worth making. Its most obvious strength is the cinematography. The entire film moves effortlessly from angle to angle. Smooth, long pans, often beginning with a close shot of something normal, like Damien’s mother (Julia Stiles) watering a house plant, then backing off to reveal the suspense or tragedy that’s about to ensue.

The cinematography also helps bring forward the gorgeous set design and spot-on location selection. There’s a theme of red and black running through the film, from the obvious, blood, to the subtle passing of someone with an umbrella. The black is mostly embodied by the darkness surrounding every shot. Not that anything was hard to see, but there was often a contrast of dark colors with vivid red accents. Much of this was visually stunning, but sometimes it seemed to go into overkill with the color theme. At the very least, director John Moore gets style points to replace some of those he lost with the lack of invention in the story.

Moore gets some more points for some extremely creepy, quick edits of unnerving visuals. As the relationship between Damien and his mother deteriorates and his evil barometer starts to rise, she begins to see terrifying visions. These are presented as dreamlike sequences. Surreal, with an eerie calmness supplemented by flashes of figures and even Damien himself, well, a much more devilish version of him. The editing makes this look almost like subliminal messaging, which adds a bit of depth to this child’s deviousness. Considering we are supposed to believe that this woman is falling out of love with her own child, that kid better be scary.

As it should, this remake has its moments. But again, much of the impact is lost if you’ve seen the original. The atmosphere is the creepiest thing. Silence is used quite well, it adds a lot of tension, especially when Damien’s ominous stare is involved. It also sets up a few exceptionally startling moments. The story itself plays on the innocence of a child very heavily. When we think of childhood, we want pleasantness, safety, pureness. The idea that evil-incarnate has to grow up the same way our children do, and the fact that you may not know that you’re raising the devil, is disconcerting to say the least. But as far as take-home fear goes, this Omen doesn’t give you much.

Speaking of, Damien is played with genuine lackluster by Seamus Davey-Fitzpatrick. Though he may not have the acting chops yet to deliver a convincing performance, he has the sinister-stare down pat. It’s creepy. Really creepy. If they could have figured out a way to keep him completely quiet throughout the entire thing, the film would have been better off. Overall, the acting was tolerable. Most of the secondary and below characters shouldn’t be crossing their fingers for a leading role anytime soon, but this was somewhat balanced by the strong performance of Julia Stiles. Damien’s father, who thankfully wasn’t as eagerly naive as Gregory Peck’s version of the character in the original, was competently played by Liev Schreiber. The most interesting and frightening performance comes from Mia Farrow, who plays the mysterious replacement nanny. This isn’t her first time dabbling with evil children, as her character birthed one in Rosemary’s Baby.

As far as believability goes, you kind of have to buy into the Christian religion to get something out of this concept, but if you allow yourself to accept the mythology as truth, or at least the potential for truth, then this is a very scary idea. The mythology of Christianity comes down to a period of Armageddon. And the “end of days” in the bible is an intimidating and terrifying situation lead by a man, or beast, of pure evil. He/It has many names: Lucifer, Satan, the Devil, Beelzebub...in this case, it’s Damien. Why an American today would name their child after what is commonly known to be one of the devil’s monikers is beyond me. But then again, actress Shannyn Sossamon named her daughter Audio Science, so I suppose Damien is a more conservative choice in comparison.

Applying religious mythology to film is nothing new, especially the darker parts of it. As Roger Ebert calls it, “theological sensationalism,” has become a popular subject matter in feature films. The Exorcist, End of Days, and The Exorcism of Emily Rose to name a few, all manifest variations of the Christian struggle between good and evil. I’m not sure if it’s been due to their measured success or just coincidentally many filmmakers are interested in this subject, but Christianity seems to be the front runner of religion-based horror films. Referring to this 2006 remake of The Omen, Ebert goes on to say:
"...When it comes to dealing with demons and suchlike, Roman Catholics have the market cornered. Preachers of other faiths can foam and foment all they want about satanic cults, but when it comes to knowing the ground rules and reading ominous signs, what you want at the bedside is a priest who knows his way around an exorcism."
I would like to point out a very bold move by Moore to use actual footage of recent, devastating events to initiate the plot of the film. It starts off with a meeting among the Vatican’s top religious leaders interpreting a series of events that seem to be straight out of Revelations. Then again, relative to your beliefs, it’s not too hard to interpret reality as theology. But these devastating events JUST happened. They may incite a reaction, but I don’t think I’m alone in thinking how tasteless it is to prey on these tragedies so soon in a work of fiction, especially one evoking doom. Peter Travers of Rolling Stone Magazine, who did not care much for this film altogether (he states, “Not since Gus Van Sant inexplicably directed a shot-by-shot remake of Hitchcock's Psycho has a thriller been copied with so little point or impact.”), agrees by saying, “...adds insult to injury by exploiting clips of 9/11 and Katrina as portents of doom.”

Despite most of my negativity, you really need to ask yourself what you want out of a remake of The Omen. If you loved the story, maybe it’s good that it isn’t overhauled. But, outside of a few new startling moments, Moore really just gives the film a face-lift. Like a brand updating their logo every generation to keep up with the times, this production only scratched the surface. This is not a great film, but it’s worth a watch for the atmosphere, or if you’ve never seen the original. But I suggest you buy it used if you insist on owning it.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Writing again...And someone who thinks I'm an idiot

So I haven't blogged in a few months. I've been busy. Whatever. Anyway, I've been getting the itch, so here I am.

I haven't visited the blog since around the time I last posted something, so I looked at the review (Avatar) and saw that someone had commented. Instant author-boner; I'm always curious to know how I'm perceived. As it turns out, Anonymous was not exactly dazzled by my critiquing skills, which of course lead to the flaccidification of my aforementioned author-boner (if Palin can say refudiate and Bush can say embetterment, than I can say flaccidification). Anonymous seems like a smart enough contributor, but I don't think he/she really got the review. I'm not defending my review, I mean, this person totally called me out in one spot. But I'm bored, so I'm going to review Anonymous' comment.

Anonymous said...
"Fortunately for Van Gogh and M.C. Escher, they didn't have to bother with dialogue, plot lines, sound effects, music... you get the idea."

You're an idiot. Way to compare completely different individuals who were trying to accomplish different things altogether. Nice choices by the way--Escher and Van Gough...Did you bother to learn about any other artists after your second grade art class?

"The story itself is fairly formulaic, but so is every other epic adventure."

No, actually. Epics like The Odyssey set the formula to begin with. Way to just throw in internet cliches. "LOL EPIC!" Such unconventional wit!

"heartwrenchingly human"
Your writing is fucktasticly awful.
Ok, to start off...Ouch. Fucktasticly awful? I'm not even mad. Fucktastic just made my Top Ten Word list. But still, ouch. Now to the negatives:

Concerning the first half of Anonymous' comment about comparing a filmmaker to single-image artists, I don't understand what the problem is. I clearly state that Avatar is "an incredibly stunning visual experience..." and I also call it a "visual masterpiece" just before. Referring to this single aspect of the application of technology to the art of visual image creation (I don't typically write that technically because it tends to bore people) is completely legitimate as it is the exact concept that James Cameron, M.C. Escher and Van Gogh presented with much of their work.

There are galleries that display still images neighbored by moving ones on flat-screen televisions, both being appreciated for aesthetics and techniques of strictly visual presentation.

And as to the comment about me not taking any art classes after the second grade, I chose those two common names because the review is supposed to be accessible to a wide range of readers, it isn't meant to send them on a search of obscure dead painters' Wikipedia pages just so they can understand a reference in the second sentence of a movie review. Plus, I didn't have my first art class until 3rd grade, so as you can see, I was already at a disadvantage.

Next. Referring to an epic as formulaic is not cliche, but a basic principle of literature and storytelling. The word gets thrown around now in sentences like "that shit was epic!" and I can see how it might not mean to most what it actually means. An epic, when referring to a story, has a set of traits that define it, like every genre (comedies are supposed to be funny, hopefully). A hero, a quest, typically lengthy, victories, losses, narrated in an elevated style, the list goes on defining organization of events and all that noise. It is true that the Odyssey and Iliad and the likes were stories that developed the formula (not exactly sure why that was thrown in there, all genres have to have an origin, of course), but it doesn't make the structure of an epic any less formulaic. And yes, now is the time to think about the implications of an epic shit.

At last, Anonymous commented on the line "heartwrenchingly human" from my review, referring to the blue aliens of the Avatar world. I mean, I get what I was trying to say, but you're right, that's just bad writing. Shit.
I leave you with this: I appreciate comments, the good and the bad. So, thank you to Anonymous, though I only give your comment 2.5 Stars, I still think you are fucktasticly awesome.

In the words of our last leader...“I understand small business growth. I was one.” - George W. Bush (New York Daily News (2/19/00)).

Friday, January 22, 2010

Film Review - "Avatar" (2009)

4/5 Stars

Director: James Cameron
Jake Sulley: Sam Worthington
Neytiri: Zoe Saldana
Dr. Grace Augustine: Sigourney Weaver
Length:
162 mins
Rated: PG-13

Wow! was my initial reaction after the credits appeared, ending this visual masterpiece. That's what Avatar really is, an incredibly stunning visual experience that belongs right beside the Van Goghs and M.C. Eschers in the annals of history.

Here's a situation where a director took the peak of technology in computer generated effects, filmmaking, and three-dimensional presentation by the balls and squeezed every last drop of baby-making juice out of 'em to bring this behemoth of a movie to life. Then he took it to the next level. He wasn't going to let technology restrict him; there wasn't a 3D camera with the capabilities that he needed, so he dumped $14 million into developing a new one.

It's not too often you get a filmmaker that not just attempts put on such a spectacle, but actually succeeds. And it almost never happens that you get one that exceeds not only your expectations, but your hopes. Enter: James Cameron and his expectation-killing machine known as Avatar.

Fortunately for Van Gogh and M.C. Escher, they didn't have to bother with dialogue, plot lines, sound effects, music... you get the idea. I don't think anyone is going to dispute the marvels that Avatar treats the eyes to, but those other elements, those are the ones that can be debated.

The story itself is fairly formulaic, but so is every other epic adventure. If you predict how everything plays out within the first half hour, don't pat yourself on the back, it's not too hard to do. Don't get me wrong, Avatar isn't even close to boring. And just because it's formulaic doesn't mean it's not creative as hell. You've got future Marines traveling to a distant moon called Pandora where levitating mountains, flying monsters, and blue aliens with cat-eyes called the Na'vi are the norm. There is love, betrayal, battle, and some crazy shit you've never seen before. There is plenty to keep you interested for the full 2 hours and 42 minutes.

The dialogue is a little cheesy here and there, but tolerable at it's worst. The acting fit; no one's taking home an Oscar for their performance, but no casting director needs to be reprimanded either. No one is too good or too bad to distract from what we all know is the real focal point here. Though, I would like to point out the performance of Zoe Saldana whose plays Neytiri, a tall, alien princess of a tribe of the Na'vi. At one point, she erupts with anger towards the hero, Jake Sulley (Sam Worthington), with emotion that is so heartwrenchingly human, yet still captures the unique traits of expression of this imagined race of Smurfed-up American Indian metaphors. I was impressed; tip of the hat to her.

Some have called Avatar preachy, or political, but the references and metaphors in the film are obvious and you can read into them what you want, or you can just enjoy the movie.

Go see Avatar in a theater. And for fuck's sake, pay the extra couple of dollars to see it in 3D. You wouldn't watch a color film in black and white... Duh.