Friday, May 21, 2010

Robin Hood: Enjoyable Entertainment Despite 'Epic' Cliches...



Tonight I saw Ridley Scott's new Robin Hood, starring Russell Crowe and Cate Blanchett. I hadn't read any reviews going into this movie, and knew only what I'd heard briefly from my mom and from snippets of the trailer I'd seen on TV.

Here's my overall consensus: Entertaining and enjoyable but ultimately forgettable film rife with content borrowed from everything from Braveheart to A Knight's Tale.

The Breakdown:

-Russell Crowe and Cate Blanchett (obviously) did a wonderful job acting-wise. Do I even need to say this? It would be more shocking if either of them turned out a bad performance. However, I do have to say that trying to pinpoint how Robin "Longstride" is different demeanor-wise (or personality-wise, speech-wise, or looks-wise) from Maximus Decimus Meridius would be...difficult. A little older maybe, but this is typical noble/renegade/tough guy/respected leader fare that we've seen time and time again from Russell. Not sayin' it was bad; just sayin' it was nothing new.

Care Blanchett on the other hand made what could have been a really annoying role into a really likable role. (I cringe when I think of the original casting of Sienna Miller in this role...no one, at least not me, wants to see a posh, hipster Maid Marion. I don't care how unfair it is that she got fired because she made Russell Crowe look fat.) Her maturity, both as a person who is over thirty and as a renowned actress, added a gravity to the role that rendered some of her "sassy female" lines more bearable. I'm still not down with the whole "woman-going-into-battle-dressed-as-a-man" gig that modern films seem determined to do (ahem, Keira Knightly in every film!), but I do have to admit that she made it more believable than a lot of other actresses would have. Still, I wish filmmakers/writers/actresses wouldn't feel that being a strong, independent woman means that you have to go into battle with the men. I personally consider myself strong and independent (if not in body at least in mind) but would go to great lengths to avoid gashing open the flesh of my enemy alongside thousands of filthy and randy men. I do not consider this a weakness; I consider it common sense. Bottom line: the film industry needs to broaden their view of what it means to be a strong woman, and every portrayal need not include quippy banter and physical acumen.

Some other cliches:

-A villain in a dark cloak with a scar. (Do bad guys always have to look like bad guys?)
-A pouty, playboy, slightly effeminate prince.
-Raucous bar scenes with singing, dancing, and dirty people with bad teeth. And dangling boobs.
-Dirtiness all around. (Modern filmmakers are so adamant to make things "gritty")
-Shots of thousands of arrows flying through the air.
-Ethereal choral music when respected old men die (or anyone for that matter).
-Cheeky sidekicks, often with red hair.
-"Epic" battle scenes (NOT EVERYTHING IS EPIC!! Sometimes fights are small village affairs - mere scuffles and kerfuffles...I am sure of it. There simply weren't enough people for every battle to be 100,000,000,000,000,000,000 vs. 100,000,000,000,000,000,000) (I exaggerate)(But so did they.)
-Storming of a beach by thousands of ships...Holy Ben Hur, Batman! Ramming speed! (also, *cough* TROY *cough*)

Some things I did really enjoy:

The scenery - wherever it was filmed, I want to go there. I especially loved the scene where the men galloped out through the water to deliver Richard the Lion Heart's helmet to his men. I would give almost anything to gallop along the shore somewhere. And ride in an old-fashioned ship with sails. And sailors (with teeth.) (Clean teeth.)

Cate Blanchett's quote - "I sleep with a dagger. If you ever move as to touch me, I will sever your manhood." Strangely, I've felt compelled on multiple occasions to recite something similar.

Prince John - He grew on me. There's something about royal poutiness that just tickles and amuses.

Seeing MR. DARCY (Matthew McFadyn, from the most recent Pride and Prejudice) as the SHERIFF OF NOTTINGHAM! What an odd duo.

On a side but related note, there were multiple instances of "I've-seen-you-before-but-where?" actors and actresses in this film, including but not limited to John Hurt (Sweet Land), Mark Strong (Sherlock Holmes), Eileen Atkins (What A Girl Wants, Vanity Fair), Max von Sydow (Shutter Island), and Mark Addy (A Knight's Tale), to name a few.

In closing, I'll just say that if I had made this movie, I would have made it differently, and here's how:

I can't speak for anyone but myself on this matter, but the reason I'm drawn towards the story of Robin Hood is neither for its "epic" scope nor its historical truthfulness. What I love is the idea of the character of Robin Hood himself - an impish, mischievous, rascal with a lack of regard for authority and a soft spot for the poor. I like the idea of a band of outlaws living a scallywag lifestyle in the forest amusing themselves by playing tricks on the pompous and getting really good at archery. I like the idea of a romance with Maid Marion, a jolly Friar Tuck, and some loyal, "up-for-anything" buddies in the form of Little John and Will Scarlet. I do NOT care if they are "gritty" or if they behave according to every historical nuance.

Maybe someday I will make my own romping and lighthearted version of Robin Hood. Until then, I will have to remain content writing this review or maybe making some really cheesy paper dolls.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

The Departed



I don't know what it is that makes me love this movie so much. I've thought about it a lot, and though I can come up with some reasons, no answer has been satisfactory enough to account for how happy this movie makes me.

Part of it of course is the Leonardo DiCaprio + gangsters + Martin Scorsese combo. But it's more than that. I can literally watch this movie 2x in a row back-to-back and not get sick of it. I'm sure the swearing and the violence of this movie should bug me, but they don't. I'm sure it's sacrilege of me to say they're necessary, but I'm going to go out on a limb and say it anyways.

I think part of it is the extremity of it all - the reality that there are certain parts of being human felt so intensely that they can only be expressed physically. I'm not saying that I actually want to go around punching people and shooting people and swearing and screaming all the time. But maybe I'm saying that there's something cathartic about watching other people do so.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

2 movies in one day




Today I watched both Lars and the Real Girl, which I hadn't seen, and The Curious case of Benjamin Button, which I had. Reviews or at least reactions to each pending...

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

I'll start while I'm behind



I have so many half-written movie reviews from this past year that I'm not even going to try to start this thing caught up. I'll catch up eventually but for now I'm just going to do what I can.

Most recent movie watched:

The Sandlot.

Crazy, I remember seeing this movie in THEATERS when it first came out, which either makes me really old or the movie a lot younger than it seems. I saw it with my kindergarten co-ed soccer coach and her daughter (my friend) Dagney. I remember my coach asking afterwards, "Did you think it was better than Mary Poppins?" Our response was yes, that it was better than Mary Poppins, but not as good as Beauty and the Beast. This may seem like sacrilege to the Mary Poppins fans out there (or painfully obvious to the die-hard Sandlot fans), but I was never a huge Mary Poppins fan myself (no romance!), so this is probably still an accurate personal assessment.

Anyways....some things I remember about that first viewing:

...thinking that my mother would probably not have wanted me to see this movie (seems silly now, but at the time there were some things that I knew were crude or pervy even if I didn't understand what they meant...like when Squints makes out with Wendy. Exciting but shocking to a 5 yr old!)

...having the phrase 'pee-drinking crap face' outlawed by Dagney's mother as a result of this movie (she used it on her brother Ryan in defense for him calling me 'a little piece of poop;' he thought she should get in trouble but not him because his insult had not been SPECIFICALLY vetoed)

Some things I don't remember thinking/noticing the first viewing:

....how cute Benny "The Jett" Rodriguez is....wowza. I'm allowed to acknowledge that he appears as though he would grow into quite an attractive man. Thus, the mustachioed actor they chose to portray him at the end is wholly disappointing.

...that it was set in the 50's/early 60's. I guess as a kid, time period is something a little more difficult to pin point. I just always remembered it being set in the year it was released in.

...how charming of a movie it really is. I know this movie is so oft-quoted and such a cult classic that constant references can get somewhat annoying, but after my recent viewing, I realized that despite its popularity, it really is something special. If this movie were to be made now, it would either be too precious or too serious. As it exists, it seems to have been created with complete obliviousness to target markets...a little too crude to truly be a "kids" movie, but lacking a heavy-handed historical nostalgia that would make it an adult film. In summation: I liked it. I'm sure I saw it once or twice, at least in part, between kindergarten and two nights ago in my 22nd year, but I really only recall my first viewing and this most recent one. Both were memorable.

And, as a fitting end to this blog post: my current housemates all call me Smalls. I was vaguely aware that this was a Sandlot reference, but never really put two and two together. After having rewatched the movie with such satisfaction, and after my initial dismay at being nicknamed after the wimpy kid, I can now say that I am honored to be called Smalls.

And also that I am going to imdb Benny 'The Jett' Rodriguez as soon as I post this.