Thursday, August 27, 2009

That Thing You Do!: More Evidence That '90s Tom Hanks Kicks Present-Day Tom Hanks' Ass

Last night I watched Tom Hanks' directorial debut film, That Thing You Do!, and oh boy was it adorable. The movie is the comedic story of '60s teen sensations The Wonders/Oneders, a band from Erie, PA consisting of Jimmy, Guy, Lenny and The Bass Player (he's never named). Lenny, a.k.a Steve Zahn, was definitely the most hilarious. His best quote is as follows: "Are you crazy? A man in a really nice camper wants to put our song on the radio! Gimme a pen, I'm signin'! You're signin'! We're all signin'!" The Bass Player disappearing in Disneyland with some Marines was also funny, and Tom Everett Scott was too cute. But above all else, the music was unbelievably catchy. "That Thing You Do!" has not left my head once since 9 p.m. last night. I even caught myself singing it to my dog earlier today. Clearly, things are getting out of hand.

Approach its music video, embedded below, with caution. If you haven't already heard it, it's going to be stuck in your head. And you're going to wish you were a '60s teen who would look normal dancing to this song rather than a sad sack living in 2009 who can't express her love for it without a weird look or two (dozen). Just warning you....



Right now, The Wonders are ranking up with the musicians from Once and The Blues Brothers as my favorite made-up movie bands (thought I realize The Blues Brothers are technically a made-up TV band). And they're also kicking my Mad Men-magnified '60s nostalgia up another level. It sounds like a great era to live in! Well, apart from the sexism, racism, assassinations, missile crises and general unrest. Let's focus on Guy "Shades" Patterson instead.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Summer 2009 Movie Wrap-Up

While a few stragglers like Taking Woodstock have yet to hit theaters, the 2009 summer movie season has essentially come to a close. That means it's time for some reflection on the summer that gave us battling robots, a poor man's When Harry Met Sally reenactment, the first universally acclaimed Iraq war movie and the return of the boy who lived.

Looking at the line-up back in May, I was struck by how few superhero movies popped up. Sure, there was Wolverine, but just last summer, three comic book crime fighters graced the silver screen (Iron Man, Batman and the Hulk). One measly X-Men spin-off seemed a little strange. Yet there was no shortage of popcorn flicks. G.I. Joe, Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, Star Trek, Terminator Salvation, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince and several others filled the gap that the absence of The Joker left.

Initially, there also seemed to be less sequels, but five, along with two reboots and a remake, made for standard fare. And don't go giving the remaining summer '09 filmmakers too much credit for originality: book adaptations (Julie & Julia, The Time Traveler's Wife, My Sister's Keeper, Public Enemies), TV show adaptations (The Land of the Lost) and even toy adaptations (G.I. Joe and Transformers) were in the mix, too.

But there were some startlingly unique movies. The three that deserve the most credit in my mind are (500) Days of Summer, District 9 and The Hurt Locker.

Unsurprisingly, (500) Days of Summer was my favorite movie of the summer. This charming indie flick was one of the most genuinely delightful and different romantic comedies I've seen in years. While some of the old cliches are there -- a Twinkie-fueled post-break-up slump, an idiotic best friend -- (500) Days of Summer found wonderful ways to make them its own. Moreover, the nonlinear storyline was a refreshing approach that made the characters' interactions all the more intimate and enjoyable...and at times, completely devastating. I've been a huge fan of Joseph Gordon-Levitt since his awesome turns in Brick, The Lookout and 10 Things I Hate About You, but he has forever cemented a place on my favorites list with this movie. His Tom was not only loveable, but interestingly assumed many of the traits typically assigned to rom-com heroines. On the flip side, the always adorable Zooey Deschanel took the cynical "I don't believe in love" stance so often propagated by reluctant male protagonists. But even more important than inverted gender norms is this. I have watched it at least eight times online, and shamelessly bobbed along to the music when I first saw the movie in theaters. I'm going to choose to ignore how pathetic that makes me and instead focus on how infectious it is, along with the whole damn movie.

Another original and awesome movie I saw this summer was the recent sleeper hit, District 9. The documentary style, notably adopted by Cloverfield, and lack of any A-listers created a movie that -- despite the presence of aliens -- seemed surprisingly real. The allegory to apartheid and immigration has been discussed enough, so I'll limit myself to this: it's rare to see a sci-fi popcorn flick that makes you think, too. As with (500) Days of Summer, what struck me the most was the movie's unconventional lead character. Wikus van de Merwe was certainly sympathetic and, on the whole, a really nice guy. However, there were moments when he was selfish. He didn't always think of others or look for opportunities to be the hero, as with typical action protagonists. Ironically, this made him more identifiable to audience members. Because let's be honest, if you were in Wikus's situation (which I refuse to spoil), you'd probably be a teensy bit concerned about yourself. It's nice to see a movie that finally reflects such human flaws, and provides a suspenseful and intelligent sci-fi story.

The final most creative summer movie award goes to The Hurt Locker. Billed as the one good Iraq War movie, it's unquestionably the most intense and nail-bitting film of the summer. It follows three members of a bomb squad unit, who have about a month of service left. Though adequate time is spent developing these characters and showing more quiet interactions, the focus is several isolated calls to diffuse explosives. You'll find yourself muttering "oh shit" or "holy crap" at least five times -- the biggest one for me was the moment depicted in the poster -- and fascinated by relative unknown Jeremy Renner's performance. The movie's already considered a frontrunner for Best Picture, but there's some buzz around Renner (soon to be Jon Hamm's costar!) as well. It's a testament to the uniqueness of this movie that he and costars Anthony Mackie and Brian Geraghty dominate the story, while the few famous people in it are limited to about five minutes of screen time. Unlike previous Iraq War movies, you won't find a political message in  The Hurt Locker. But you will find an amazingly suspenseful and perfectly executed movie on the dangerous lives of three soldiers.

I'm also giving Moon a first runner-up for most creative. Though it was clearly influenced by past sci-fi movies, the twist it took was very interesting. Plus, this is the opportunity for all those Iron Man 2 enthusiasts to say they knew Sam Rockwell (soon-to-be villain Justin Hammer) before he faced off with Tony Stark.

My remaining (though admittedly less original) favorites from the season include Up, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince and Star Trek. I had never seen so much as a Spock action figure, let alone a Star Trek episode or movie, before May, but J.J. Abrams' reboot was too much fun. The Kirk-Spock banter was excellent, and the action was awesome. As for Up and Harry Potter, they were both just as great as I expected. Call me crazy, but I actually liked Up  even more than Wall-E (though I could just be a sucker for talking dogs and floating houses). Like all Pixar movies, it was imaginative, funny and ridiculously cute. Then there was Harry Potter, so cruelly held from us an extra eight months. But I found it to be worth the wait. It was definitely the funniest of the series, to start with. Too often the characters' adolescence is forgotten in favor of mysterious potions and CGI creatures, so it was refreshing to see the comical side of being an awkward Hogwarts teenager. The dark tone was still appropriately maintained, notably in the opening and the later, extremely disturbing scene with Katie Bell. Draco may be looking a little old for a 16-year-old, but I'm pumped for the last two.

Thankfully, I avoided most of the worst summer movies. Well, minus an unfortunate encounter with The Ugly Truth. And a less aggravating yet tiresome viewing of Terminator Salvation. (After watching him yell for almost two hours, I'm starting to think Christian "Are You Professional?" Bale's rant was just a leaked rehearsal.) So I'll spare you an equally lengthy condemnation of the potential 2009 Razzie winners. All in all, this was a pretty standard summer. Now that we're approaching Oscar season, though, it's time to leave behind the wham, bam, thank you ma'am blockbusters for some more understated prestige. And Sherlock Holmes. I haven't mentioned that movie, have I?

Saturday, August 22, 2009

(Outdated) Angry Observations: Why the Last King of Scotland DVD Cover Blows

So I noticed this in the Borders discount DVD bin the other day and almost screamed in frustration.

I've already talked about how absurdly underappreciated James McAvoy is for his role in The Last King of Scotland, but this takes the cake. We get it, Fox. Forest Whitaker was really good in this, and won an Oscar. That doesn't give you a free pass to ignore the rest of the cast. Oh, what's that?You popped Kerry Washington in the corner? What. The. Fuck. Though you refuse to admit it, James McAvoy was basically the second lead actor in this movie. Kerry Washington, on the other hand, was in maybe 1/3 of it. Maybe.

So what have you got against James McAvoy? While he's not a huge name, he's done consistently well with the critics and even has one Golden Globe and two BAFTA nods under his belt. He also won the BAFTA Rising Star award in 2006. (And even more impressively, he built himself up fast: he only started getting major roles in 2002/2003. Though maybe you remember his less-than-ten-minute spot on Band of Brothers.)

Let's see, he's also got a devoted fan base, and, most importantly, he's so freakin' likeable I can't stand it. How on earth could you not love him? I submit this video, and every other interview he's done with Craig Ferguson, as evidence of what has been dubbed "the Scottish vacuum of charm."

Oh and b.t. dubs, he's currently pegged as a favorite for Peter Jackson and Guillermo del Toro's surefire hit The Hobbit. Even supposed (and hilariously absurd) rival Daniel Radcliffe is pulling for him. So yeah, pretty soon he might be kind of a big deal. People will know him. And you, DVD cover designer, will not be invited to his apartment, which I'd imagine smells of rich mahogany and features many leatherbound books. You smelly pirate hooker, you.


Update: The brilliant Tarra has remedied the problem.


Sunday, August 2, 2009

Actors That Need to Be Saved from Themselves, Professionally: John Cusack

Before I get to the second installment of "Actors That Need to Be Saved from Themselves, Professionally," I thought I'd mention a few things. First: the Emmy people actually (sorta) listened to me! I was happy enough that Elisabeth Moss, Jane Krakowski and -- although they weren't on my official list -- Tracy Morgan and Jack MacBrayer made it. But the Emmy people didn't stop there. Jon Hamm got not one, but two Emmy nods! I guess the voters loved his turn as the too-pretty-for-his-own-good Dr. Drew Baird just as much as I did. If only he could have been nominated for his completely deserving SNL hosting gig, too. Then again, three occasions to see his way too handsome face on the five-way-split screen? He might have caused another plane crash.

As much as I enjoyed those Emmy choices, there was one glaring error that has not stopped bothering me. How the hell did Jemaine Clement get a nod for Flight of the Conchords while his partner in crime Bret McKenzie got nothing? As Seth Meyers and Amy Poehler would say...really? You finally decide to nominate Flight of the Conchords, after a significantly weaker season, but you can only spare one nod for lead actor? Charlie Sheen and Tony Shaloub made the cut again, but Bret couldn't? Are you trying to make this lovable duo hate each other? If you make Bret cry (and it hasn't just been raining on his face), I swear to god, I will sick Albi the Racist Dragon and a pack of epileptic dogs on your sorry ass.

Anyway, back to someone who needs a little more attention: John Cusack. The man whom Chuck Klosterman claims any woman born between the years of 1965 and 1978 would "sell her soul to share a milkshake with" has been suffering a pretty lackluster career lately. His last string of movies -- including The Contract, Igor, Martian Child, Grace Is Gone and War, Inc. -- all bombed or disappointed. His next big movie is the disaster epic 2012, which looks pretty craptastic. The last genuinely amazing movie of his I've seen was back in 2000 (though 2003's Identity was enjoyable) and the last movie of his that people truly cared about was in 2001. What happened to the former '80s heartthrob turned interesting and/or charming leading man?

Truth be told, John Cusack has always been a little hit or miss when it comes to his script choices. Looking at his IMDB filmography, there's a startling mixture of movies I liked or at least recognize (High Fidelity, Being John Malkovich, Grosse Point Blank, etc.) and movies even the Internet has largely forgotten (I'm unconvinced that This Is My Father and The Jack Bull are actual movies). I guess Cusack's precarious track record was finally compromised. Mid-life crisis? Bad agent? Who knows, but he needs to fix it.

Luckily, this is one "Actors That Need to Be Saved from Themselves, Professionally" that has a (likely) happy ending. And it's all thanks to four magical words: Hot Tub Time Machine. I'm not talking about my ideal mode of time travel transportation -- I'm talking about a movie. A 100% real movie, starring John Cusack, called Hot Tub Time Machine. Now, instinct tells me that this will be the greatest movie ever made, but reason (that dumb whore) tells me that this could end up being a moronic bore rather than campy excellence. So I'm not going to close Cusack's file just yet, but he's one of the few "ATNTBSFTP" cases I'm optimistic about.

Besides, even if Hot Tub Time Machine ends up bombing, it's nice to see John Cusack returning to his '80s roots. I said it once and I'll say it again: whoever says Say Anything... is Cusack's best '80s movie has clearly never seen Better Off Dead. For evidence, see below.