Unintentionally, this mid-August week became a 90’s flavored one. Apart from the American Pie project we are working on (soon on Anyclip with lots of cool other stuff), half the films I’ve seen this week were 90’s productions.
I was born in 1983 so the years that influenced me and shaped me the most were between 1994 and 1999, which makes me a big fan of this decade, its cinema, music and television. Though, you know… after the eighties… everything kinda look good.
This is the 6th My Week in Movies. We have growing-up matters, nostalgia for the masses and Oscar fetish. Enjoy.
Knocked Up
Saw it over the weekend with a friend of mine. It’s over two hours, it’s vulgar and extremely conservative (get an abortion will you?!!?) but I can’t seem to get enough of this film. I still laugh every time, I still root for Seth Roegen like he’s my own brother, I still fall in love with Leslie Mann. Again and again.
My theory is that what makes a comedy a good one is its ability to survive repeated viewings. Only a few can pass this test. Knocked Up is fun each and every viewing. Kudos. My only question is, will it withstand the test of time. When, somewhere in the distant future, I’ll sit with my 14-year-old kid in front of this film, will he laugh as much as I did? Stay around for 30 years or so, I’ll get back to you with that.
The Rules of Attraction
Another film I’ve seen about 15 times. Have no idea what connects me to this movie so much. I’ve seen it in the the theater for the first time in 2003 and something just clicked. Something changed. From all the people I know only a few saw it. From those few I know only one who liked it. But I’m returning to this film every once in a while like it’s my own photo-album.
These days I’m working on a screenplay centered a love triangle with some obsession going on and with every scene I realize how much The Rules of Attraction influenced me. I’m even planning on stealing the last shot of Shannyn Sossamon (where is that girl?) and Ian Somerhalder standing together in the snow.
The thing that bugs me the most, which can be silly, but still, is the fact I’m 26 now. Is it possible that a few years from now, at some point in my fourth decade, I won’t be able to relate to that film anymore? I mean, I’m afraid that at some point I will see that film and think to myself, Oh, my god, this is not anywhere near your world at all. This film is not for you anymore…
Last Action Hero
There are two conditions for enjoying Last Action Hero: to be between the age of 10-14 OR to be older but in 1993.
I’ve seen it for the first time this week (I know. I know) and though I could feel the nineties boy in me smiling, the older film-buff in me was kind of bored. I think that the main thing that troubled me was that the film is so ironic, so full of awareness and reflexivity, that there was no emotional core. The film didn’t touch me once. It was a cold showdown of action related jokes. Don’t get me wrong, there are some brilliant moments in the film and as nostalgic entertainment it’s pretty nice, but it’s too long for its own good and without a doubt has the most annoying kid in cinema until the over-smiley boy in The Blind Side.
Batman: Under the Red Hood
It’s a 2010 straight-to-DVD animation film based on the DC comic. While the animation itself is pretty basic, I have one short thing to say, at the risk that you will probably click your way out of the blog and never return: I wish the Christopher Nolan‘s Batman was be good as this animation piece. Yes, I’m not a big fan of the recent Batmans, as you might’ve realized by now. Still, Under the Red Hood, the running time of which is about the half of an average Nolan film, has a very good plot-line, fully developed characters, a touch of existentialism that is intelligent yet not tedious, and some very nice action. Watch it if you’re a Batman fan. You’ll enjoy it.
Tom & Viv
In 1995 I’ve seen my first Oscar ceremony. It was the show where Forrest Gump won 6 awards, Quentin Tarantino took his only Oscar to date and gave a terrific speech, The Shawshank Redemption lost in every category it was nominated for and David Letterman was a terrible host. It was the beginning of an obsessive Oscars fetish which I am nursing to this day.
In the years that passed since then I managed to watch all the nominees from the 1994/5 Oscars’ main categories except for one film that I never managed to find anywhere. It was Tom & Viv, a British drama that was nominated for two Oscars that year for Best Actress (Miranda Richardson) and Best Supporting Actress (Rosemary Harris). The film lost in both categories and never been heard about since. After telling that to Maor, he managed to find it and I watched it with great anticipation. Unfortunately it wasn’t that good. I mean, it was OK. Kind of a dry British BBC thing. Which isn’t bad… just not that good. At least I can put the 1995 Oscars to rest.
The Book of Eli
First viewing of Denzel Washington‘s apocalyptic action film. I have to tell you I didn’t quite get this one. After a very impressive opening the film kinda lost me. There are some very cool sequences and it’s fun seeing Gary Oldman in his most Draculish role since Dracula, but to me there were more questions than answers and not in a good way. I was also disappointed by Mila Kunis whom I adore. Her casting is not a wise choice. She’s too sophisticated and Californian for that role. And she’s much better as a comedian.
American Pie
Embarrassingly enough, that was the first time I’ve seen this smash hit. And I didn’t like it. Not at all.
At first I blamed myself. I told myself I’m too old for that one and I missed the time and age where I might’ve actually enjoyed it. It took me half the film to realize that it’s bullshit. Animal House is one of my favorite films, I can watch The Breakfast Club once a day and still fall in love with it, and of course my never-ending love for Accepted, Wet Hot American Summer and, as mentioned above, The Rules of Attraction, made me understand that if a film works, it works. It doesn’t have anything to do with age or maturity (hell, I even enjoy a Glee episode now and then). No excuses. American Pie didn’t survive the decade that passed. It’s not that funny, horribly acted, and predictable to the dot. I refuse to feel old because of that!
L.A. Confidential
1997 was a good year. It’s the year that gave us Titanic; the year that dropped Matt Damon and Austin Powers on us; The year that gave Robin Williams his best role; when Kevin Spacey was the coolest thing around and when Paul Thomas Anderson debuted with Boogie Nights. It was also Julia Roberts‘ come-back and Quentin Tarantino’s most mature film ever, Jackie Browne. It was the year of Lost Highway, Princess Mononke, As Good as it Gets, Chasing Amy, Men in Black and Funny Games.
The pick of that year, though, was Curtis Hanson noir-epic L.A. Confidential, based on the James Ellroy novel. I saw the film at the 1997 Haifa Film Festival with my family in the festival’s auditorium which was then the biggest movie theater I’ve ever been to. It was actually watching a classic being born.
We can ridicule American cinema as much as we want, but every now and then it gives us a shiny pearl such as L.A. Confidential just to show the world where cinema’s really made (even when the writers and the director are Australian…). Every frame is meticulous to the last detail, every cut is perfect, every line is delivered with great precision.
There are only a number of films such as this 1997 masterpiece and it’s your responsibility to watch it.
Here’s to another week and some other films.
Keep letting me know what you have in mind…