25 Şubat 2013 Pazartesi

For Presidents' Day: The prescient politics of Air Force One...

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In a two-for-one deal, today we discuss both an above-average Die Hard riff and a film explicitly about presidential politics.  As an action picture, Air Force One remains a rather terrific adventure, even if it follows the beat-for-beat structure of Die Hard a bit more than the likes of Under Siege or Speed. It's superbly acted by Harrison Ford and Gary Oldman, while containing several strong action beats and a thoughtful adult presentation of its subject matter. But putting aside its worth as a genre exercise, it was and remains a fascinating piece of subtly political cinema.  First and foremost, it stands as a prime example of the pre-9/11 idea that a big studio popcorn film could have explicit politics, even morally complicated politics, without being considered overtly political.  Second of all, it stands as a potent and prescient meditation on the personality-driven nature of today's governmental bodies, the 'cult of personality' if you will.  The whole film becomes a meditation on the political legacies of George W. Bush and Barack Obama, especially when it comes to our reactions to their respective foreign policy.

The film kicks off with an American Seal unit sneaking into Kazakhstan and abducting its leader in a hail of gunfire.  While the picture doesn't explicitly comment on the gray morality of such a thing, it neither presents it as a glamorous affair.  The violence is quick, brutal, and bloody, something that will last over the course of the very-much R-rated picture.  The opening capture sequence is scored to the same music that will be used during the plane hijacking around 20 minutes later.  Since we aren't told what's happening during this opening scene, the film offers discomfort as armed guards are executed and a man is dragged out of his bed at gunpoint for reasons not yet made clear.  The later hijacking sequence is indeed jolting both in its intensity and its casually brutal violence.  But while we may be more disturbed by the second major action sequence because of our own personal prejudices (Americans being gunned down on Air Force One!) the film doesn't make an attempt to cast one act of armed intrusion and extraction as any better or worse than the other.

What follows that first raid is of course Harrison Ford's "Bill Clinton is very sorry we didn't go into Rwanda sooner" speech.  Parables aside, the speech is fascinating when viewed in historical hindsight.  It's not all that different from George W. Bush's second inaugural address, which was greeted by derision by liberals eight years ago.  One of many sad ironies of the proverbial war on terror is that we had a Republican president claiming to want to use American military might to spread freedom and justice around the globe purely because it was morally wrong to let evil reign yet we had lefties saying "No!". President James Marshall's "peace is not just the absence of conflict but the presence of justice" speech would almost be considered Neo-Conservative today. If it were given by Barack Obama, lefties would cheer while righties would hiss.  But give that speech to George W. Bush and the opposite would likely occur. The person saying the words and/or conducting the policy sadly affects our reaction to said policy.

The film goes out of its way to flesh out its lead villain, offering Gary Oldman's lead hijacker a wealth of thoughtful opinion.  In the pre-9/11 era this was simply good screenwriting, merely a case of making your villain more than a cardboard bad guy. His periodic reference to the American policy of ordering fiery death from hundreds of miles away via smart bombs was not only prophetic in relation to how the 9/11 hijackers were discussed but also the current debate over Obama's use of unmanned drones. The charge that America "murdered 100,000 Iraqis so that we could save a nickel on a gallon of gasoline" goes unchallenged because it cannot be logically defended.  But because we like the Commander In Chief it also mostly falls on deaf ears. Harrison Ford's President Marshall overthrows the leader of a sovereign nation because he was killing his own people and because he was stockpiling weapons of mass destruction and we cheer.  George W. Bush gets the order backwards and we howl in protest.

Air Force One asks unnerving questions and is at least somewhat honest about the situation it depicts. The question it most explicitly asks and certainly dares not to answer, one that stuck out even on the first viewing back in 1997, is whether or not the presidency is merely about the man or the institution.  Defense Secretary Dean Stockwell clashes with Vice President Glenn Close, as the former wants to invoke the 25th Amendment while Close wants to trust Marshall's judgment.  Considering that Marshall folds ten seconds after his own family is directly threatened, it's tough to argue that Stockwell was wrong.  As we watch countless people die violently, Secret Service agents, pilots, random passengers, pretty much anyone who has the bad luck to pilot an airplane of any kind, a frankly shocking number of "good guys" die bloodily in this picture, all to save one man.  The question that the film cannot explicitly ask is "Why should all of these people die so that this one man can live?"

James Marshall was arguably intended to represent a fantasy hybrid of Bill Clinton (charming, humanistic baby boomer with a politically engaged first lady and a generic liberal philosophy) and George H.W. Bush (a sterling war record and the skills to engage directly against hostilities).  He is the prototypical 'nice guy' president, moved by the suffering of others, appalled by violence in all of its forms, endearing to his family, but really just wanting to relax with a beer and a football game. Today he comes off like a variation of Barack Obama, specifically the incredibly mixed feelings that his policies endanger on the would-be political left.   Viewed sixteen years later, the picture is a rather potent look at the arguable hypocrisy of our current political system, one that values 'cult of personality' over whether we like the guy's policies.

Would we lefties have been opposed to the various post-9/11 foreign policy choices that Bush made if, respective competency aside, they were instead made by President Al Gore? Would those on the GOP isle have called for President Al Gore's impeachment for merely allowing 9/11 to happen on his watch.  If you're a hyper-partisan GOP-er, you probably think the recent siege on the Benghazi embassy was a bigger intelligence screw-up than the 9/11 attacks.  Whether intentional or not, writer Andrew W. Marlowe and director Wolfgang Peterson's Air Force One represents a powerful condemnation of the idea of preferential patriotism. If we believe that the slaughter of Iraqis for the benefit of oil-related interests was immoral when George W. Bush did it, we too should be appalled when Bill Clinton ordered sanctions that caused countless Iraqis to basically starve to death.  If we condemned the Dick Cheney-ordained post-9/11 policies of torture and rendition, then we too should condemn Barack Obama for ordering what amounts to a super-secret kill list.

Air Force One arguably isn't *about* any of this stuff, it just mixes it into the action-adventure spectacle in order to give the film a bit more weight and depth.  Again, it contains politics without being considered political, something that I'd argue doesn't happen all that much in the post-9/11 era. More importantly it is a fascinating document about how our modern political system has truly become a cult of personality, where we gladly support the wrong policies as long as they are from the right politician.  Casting Harrison Ford is an uncanny trick, as Mr. Ford, like Morgan Freeman (and original choice Kevin Costner) is someone who automatically commands the moral benefit of the doubt whether his character deserves it or not. We give James Marshall the benefit of the doubt for what amounts to a potentially reckless foreign policy because it 'feels good' and because we damn-well trust Harrison Ford.  Air Force One may not be about the moral gray zone of American foreign policy or the potentially disastrous cult of partisan personality in American politics, but it stands as a shining example.  Oh yeah, and it's also still a terrific action picture, but you already knew that.

Scott Mendelson

Rooting against action: How Die Hard 5 is like Lilo and Stitch.

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There are any number of problems with A Good Day to Die Hard.  But the biggest sin is that it constructs its "story" in such a way that we end up rooting against John McClane.  No, I don't mean the film makes him a villain or anything that creative, I mean that we spend much of the film not wanting McClane to do what he does best: interfere with the carefully-laid plans of others with impromptu and kamikaze acts of violence.  The other prior Die Hard movies basically operated on a simple premise: John McClane is minding his own business when he gets reluctantly pulled into a horrible situation, a situation for which he is the only real hope to save the proverbial day.  He doesn't want to be the hero, but he damn-well is going to stick it out until the day is saved.  This time it's different.  This time John willingly inserts himself into a situation that he does not completely understand.  This time John is *correctly* viewed as an unwanted nuisance and a distraction by the other good guys who are trying to do their jobs.  For most of the film, John McClane is the problem rather than the solution.  In short, John McClane in A Good Day to Die Hard has become Stitch.

Those paying to see a Die Hard movie arguably want to be put in a position to want to see John McClane kill bad guys.  Yet the film tells its story in such a way that, if we are invested in the narrative, we honestly want John to just go home and let his son handle it.  McClane's befuddled presence does little more than screw up whatever black-ops operation was taking place in the first third of the film and his continued presence causes the deaths of those killed in the ensuing car chase as well as those murdered in the CIA safe house.  For much of the film, to paraphrase one of my daughter's favorite storybooks about a cat named Mittens, we spend our time basically thinking "John, you're *not* helping!".  This isn't a problem exclusive to Die Hard 5, and it is a phenomena I like to call 'rooting against action'.  The prototypical example of this has always been Disney's Lilo and Stitch. The 2002 Disney toon, the last financial triumph of whatever you want to call the post-Katzenberg pre-CGI era of Disney animation, suffers from this Achilles heel in such a way that it single-handedly destroys what otherwise would be a pretty great movie.

The film concerns the adventures of a hyperactive little alien that disguises itself as an adorable pet and finds itself adopted by a young girl who is being raised by her older sister following the death of their parents.  The film was sold on the entertainment value of watching Stitch cause trouble and make mischief.  But the film doesn't present this mischief as fun but rather real trouble with real consequences.  Lilo and her sister Nani are two young women whom you desperately want to see "make it" and not get separated by Child Protective Services (personified by the concerned-but goodhearted agent voiced by Ving Rhames).  Every time Stitch causes trouble, Lilo and Nani get into serious trouble and/or have to deal with the very real consequences.  The pattern of Stitch doing something 'comical' and Lilo and/or Nani getting blamed and facing potentially dire straits continues right up until past the film's climax, even after Stitch indirectly blows up Lilo's home.  So for literally the entire film, if we honestly care about Lilo and Nani, we want Stitch to just leave them the hell alone. Lilo and her sister have already suffered the horror of losing their parents, what joy is there in watching this outer-space monster make their lives even more hellish?  Hence what should be the core entertainment value, 'See wacky alien Stitch cause chaos!', becomes something we dread, something we root against, something that causes us empathetic emotional pain rather than comic relief.

If you saw Small Soldiers in order to delight in the action sequences between two rival sets of action figures, you probably found yourself feeling differently when every such sequence merely caused our lead character to get into trouble.  Transformers (which is basically a bad hybrid of Small Soldiers and Independence Day) makes this same mistake, but at least has the good sense to reveal the 'truth' (that Sam isn't the one causing trouble) well before the end of the picture.The Wedding Crashers presents a situation where one alleged friend chooses to put himself and his friend in mortal peril purely to score with a girl he thinks he loves because of a brief conversation.    The second Harold and Kumar adventure, Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay, suffers from this ailment as well.  We don't laugh but rather sympathetically cringe whenever another one of Kumar's "wacky" antics gets his friend Harold further and further into permanent legal jeopardy.  Even a film I like, Shanghai Noon, temporarily falls into this trap in the finale, where we are supposed to be wowed by Jackie Chan's climactic fight scenes but instead want him to stop fighting his fellow palace guards (they think he's a traitor) and stop the bad guy.  Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest flirts with this problem in its first half by presenting a situation where Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann could just just get married already if they could just catch the constantly back-stabbing Jack Sparrow and bring him back to London.

The one genre that damn-well should operate on this principle is the horror film.  A good and/or truly scary horror film should have us rooting against what we technically came to see.  Yes we watch horror films for violence and bloodshed, but a good horror movie should have us rooting against such an outcome because we like the characters and don't want them to die. It's one of the reasons I like Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning so much and why Saw III and Saw VI work as a true horror films.  You're rooting against, not for, the over-the-top bloodshed promised in the marketing.  But but pretty much any other kind of film, it's a fatal flaw. We flocked to see A Good Day to Die Hard in order to once again root for the action stylings of one John McClane only to be presented with a narrative that made us root against McClane's continual involvement.  McClane is a fly-in-the-ointment not to the bad guys but to good guys pretty much right up until the end of the picture.  He is a nuisance, a bother, and unwanted third wheel whose interference causes additional complications for the very good guys he theoretically should be helping.

A Good Day To Die Hard does almost everything wrong in one of the very worst theatrical movies I have ever seen.  But its biggest character flaw is one it ironically shares with a host of other movies that are far more ambitious.  In short, we want to root for John McClane, not throw tomatoes at him. 

Scott Mendelson

The best Die Hard sequel isn't really a Die Hard sequel.

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If you're among the many film nerds rather bummed out about the rock-bottom status of A Good Day To Die Hard and you need something to wash the taste out of your mouth, the likely scenario would be to watch a Die Hard movie.  But say you just watched all of them in the run up to the new film, what then?  There exists another movie, released to little fanfare and poor box office just under seven years ago, that is not only a superior Bruce Willis action drama but arguably is a better "true" Die Hard sequel than the actual four Die Hard sequels.  To be fair, I liked the three prior official sequels, so this isn't the place to tear them down.  But for those who want a kind of alternate universe Die Hard sequel, one that arguably operates as a plausible and emotionally compelling 'final Die Hard' movie, as well as a just plain terrific action drama, I officially recommend Richard Donner's 16 Blocks.  
The plot of 16 Blocks is painfully simple.  Detective Jack Mosley (Bruce Willis)  is assigned to escort a jailhouse snitch downtown for a 10:00am court hearing in downtown New York City.  It's a simple job for a burned out cop, just a quick trip to the court house and then Jack can go home and drink some more.  But simple turns complicated when the would-be witness Eddie Bunker (Mos Def) is very nearly murdered right in front of Jack.  Complicated turns into impossible when Jack discovers that  Eddie is being brought down to the courthouse to testify against several police officers, including Jack's ex-partner (David Morse).  This chance encounter has awakened something in Jack, something his fellow officers thought was long ago buried in a tidal wave of booze and self-pity. The chase is on as Jack drags his would-be prize through the crowded city streets desperately attempting to get Eddie to the courthouse alive.

Without going into details, the film doesn't wallow in non-stop violence or outlandish stunts. The action sequences are all the more intense because of their plausibility.  None of these cops are action heroes and the periodic sloppiness of their gun fights or armed stand-offs only adds to their authenticity.  But what makes the film sing as more than a ground-level genre exercise is the quality of the dialogue.  This Richard Wenk screenplay is absolutely character-driven, giving emotional weight to what could be a somewhat generic action scenario.  Bruce Willis has fine chemistry with Mos Def and Def plays his two-bit criminal as a complete human being.  He is not there for comic relief and he is not a 'magical mystical negro' guiding Willis to a better life.  He is simply a decent guy who fell into petty crime and sees this as his one chance out. What follows is a genuinely thoughtful and surprisingly emotional journey for both parties.

This is not a film which bases its impact in bloodshed or explosions, but rather the choices that individual characters make to the situation unfolding before them. I love that everyone involved acts like adults at all times, and that the all of the characters make the smartest decisions possible at every turn. I love that the film doesn't climax with a massive action sequence, but rather a heartfelt and revealing conversation between two major characters.  The film has story to tell right up to the end and Donner finishes the picture with an unexpectedly touching grace note. 16 Blocks is a remarkably satisfying motion picture, a high-quality meat-and-potatoes entertainment.  This is, at the moment, Richard Donner's last film, and if he never works again I suppose it will be a worthwhile career caper, a big studio genre film embedded with his trademark humanism and optimism.

Come what may, I've always viewed the film as a metaphorical 'final Die Hard' entry, with a more plausible look at John McClane's post-Nakatomi Plaza life and his late-in-the-game redemption.  This would-be McClane didn't go from one outlandish adventure to the next, but rather had one glorious moment that did little to stall his inevitable downfall.  In fact, it's ironic how similar this film is in both bare-bones plot and the overall theme to Live Free Or Die Hard, which was released a year later.  Like McClane, Jack Mosley can't turn his back on wrongdoing occurring right under his nose because he's just "that guy".  If you squint your eyes just a bit, you can easily view this fine action drama as a proverbial 'real world' sequel to the first Die Hard.  I'd argue it's a better film than the actual sequels, but that's neither here nor there.  However you choose to view 16 Blocks, it's still a terrifically underrated drama that deserved and still deserves a wider audience.  If you're trying to wash the taste of A Good Day to Die Hard out of your soul, pop in Richard Donner's 16 Blocks.

Scott Mendelson                       

It's what we say we want: The Oscar case *for* Argo.

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Argo (review) is not my favorite film of the year.  It didn't even make my best-of-2012 list.  It had to settle for the Runner-Ups section along with fellow nominee/front-runner Lincoln, a choice that caused no end of consternation from my mother-in-law who considers both to among her favorite films of 2012.  My favorite film of 2012 is Cabin In the Woods, a film that had about as much of a chance of winning Best Picture this year as Kung Fu Panda 2 did last year.  My favorite film among those nominated is Zero Dark Thirty, which went from front-runner to also-ran after Sony made the financial choice to not fight back against the frankly shameful 'this film endorses torture!' arguments until after the film's wide release.  There are a few films that are nominated that I don't care for (Les Miserables, Silver Linings Playbook), but I'd have to say that if we're picking a Best Picture on a the basis of what film most positively represents the year that was 2012, Argo is the best and most logical choice.

As I've written before, 2012 brought about the full-scale return of "the movie".  By that I mean the mid-budget, major-studio genre vehicle that used to be the industry's bread-and-butter.  As I also discussed way back in June, 2012 also brought the return of the R-rating.  After a decade of post-Columbine fear and four-quadrant obsession, major studios have begun to release mainstream films with the once seemingly-scarlet R as a matter of course.  It's not just violent action pictures or gruesome horror films, but mainstream films that don't necessarily require an R but nonetheless signal that they are intended for adult audiences.  Finally, with a few exceptions, 2012 solidified a certain fiscal sanity in terms of budgets, something that arguably began in 2011.  Oh the blockbusters still cost hundreds-of-millions of dollars, but we saw reasonable costs for middle-of-the-road studio fare, budgets that meant that a film didn't need to become a global blockbuster or even play to all potential audience demographics to become a hit.  Argo represents a top-notch example of all three positive developments.

It is R-rated not because its content required it but because it was an adult movie made for grownup audiences, another emerging trend in 2012.  It is not bathed in gore or drowning in sexual content.  Yes it is profane, and the film's catch phrase ("Argo fuck yourself!") required the R-rating, but that was a choice that Warner Bros. allowed the filmmakers to make without interference.  Argo could very easily have been a PG-13 picture with minimal artistic compromise.  But Warner Bros. allowed the film to go out as R just because it was the appropriate designation for the adult political thriller.  It also delivered top-notch entertainment value and incredibly authentic production design at just $45 million.  Thus, the film is already incredibly profitable just on the $127 million it's taken in the US alone, to say nothing of its $200 million+ global take and eventual home-viewing profits to come.  Most importantly, Argo is just a damn-good movie. It's intelligent, thoughtful, and just a little nutritious.  It isn't political but still manages to include politics and a potent history lesson wrapped up in a mainstream popcorn entertainment.  It's exactly the kind of movie that we say we want from the studios every time we roll our eyes at another alleged franchise reboot or needless sequel.

Argo is a populist mainstream genre entry of uncommon craft and intelligence, rooted in character and narrative.  It is It is R-rated purely because it is intended for adults.  It is cheap enough that its solid grosses will make the film hugely profitable for its backers, encouraging other such films of its ilk to be financed.  In terms of the best representation of the best of what the year in film of 2012 had to offer, Argo is absolutely the movie of the year.

Scott Mendelson                  

Weekend Box Office (02/24/13): Identity Thief tops Oscar weekend, Snitch and Dark Skies open "okay".

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I can't confirm this offhand, but I'm pretty sure Snitch has the biggest opening weekend of all time for a film based on a Frontline documentary.  The 'mandatory minimum sentences are evil' action drama debuted with $13 million this weekend.  That's not a huge figure, but it's above the sub-$8 million debuts from Sylvester Stallone, Arnold Schwarzenegger, and Jason Statham in the last two months.  Lionsgate/Summit procured the film for just $5 million, so this is a solid win all-around.  The picture played 77% 18-49 and 53% male, earning a B from Cinemascore.  The solid 3.17x weekend multiplier, especially considering the predicted Oscar drop today, means that the film may have legs and an outside shot at $45 million.  It's not a massive success, and it means that Dwayne Johnson needs a viable franchise to be 'box office', but for a film with nothing but The Rock to sell, this isn't a bad debut at all (it's higher than the $8 million debut for 2010's Faster, for example).  Johnson still has G.I. Joe: Retaliation next month and the sure to be *huge* Fast & Furious 6 on tap for May, so this almost qualifies as his "one for me" art film.  It's a good movie that I hope finds an audience and it's clearly a better choice for action junkies than A Good Day to Die Hard.

Speaking of which, Die Hard 5 dropped 59% this weekend for a $10 million second weekend and a $51 million domestic total.  It won't reach $75 million, which would be a disaster (even Tom Cruise's "disappointment" Jack Reacher hit $80 million domestic and $200 million worldwide on a $60 million budget) if not for strong overseas numbers.  It's at $184 million worldwide right now and should coast to $250-$300 million global on a $92 million budget.  That's mediocre for a once dominant global action franchise (Die Hard movies used to gross $350 million worldwide when that *meant something*!), but no one will lose their shirt over it, merely their pride and credibility.  As I noted last weekend, the artistic failure of Die Hard 5 meant that Identity Thief became the de-facto 'second choice' for older moviegoers, something that paid off this weekend as it climbed to the top of the box office again.  Now rank aside (because rank is ultimately meaningless), the film dropped a not-great 40%, but still pulled in $14 million and ended the third frame with $93 million.  The $35 million Universal production will cross $100 million before the weekend and is another huge win for Universal in 2013.  Mama just crossed $70 million domestic, an astonishing number for an original supernatural horror film.  It's already the 10th biggest supernatural horror film even that's not a remake, sequel, or adaptation.  Oh and last December's Les Miserables has $379 million worldwide, with a surefire Oscar win for Anne Hathaway set for tonight.  With Fast and Furious 6 looking like a contender for $800-$1 billion worldwide this summer (you heard it here first...), Universal is doing very well.

The only other debut this weekend was Dimension's $3.5 million alien abduction horror film Dark Skies.  The film earned $8.8 million this weekend, which is almost good when you consider that it's claim to fame is being hidden from critics (those who saw it early were embargoed until opening day at 6pm) *and* having at least a few high profile midnight or weekend paid showings fail spectacularly (oooh... spooky!).  It's a cheap movie that will make its money back in theatrical and then rent forever as horror tends to do.  No harm, no foul. In better news, Warm Bodies is still holding strong, with $58 million thus far.  Once it surpasses $60 million, it becomes the third biggest zombie film of all time, behind Zombieland ($75 million) and um, Hotel Transylvania ($148 million, if that counts).  In the bad news department, Warner Bros. is having a terrible 2013, as Beautiful Creatures floundered in weekend two and won't even approach $25 million domestic.  And next weekend's Jack the Giant Slayer is almost certain to pull a John Carter, as there is little chance of it grossing anywhere near enough to justify its $190 million budget.  At least Argo ($129 million domestic) may win Best Picture tonight. In also bad news, Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters has $150 million worldwide, thanks to those dirty stinking foreigners who put the film over $100 million overseas. If we get a sequel, it's *your* fault Russia and Brazil! On the plus side, them foreigners turned Life of Pi into a global blockbuster, with $586 million, so kudos to that (no, I didn't like the film, but it's the sort of movie I want to see succeeding).

Escape From Planet Earth held up well in weekend two, earning $11 million (-30%) and totaling $35 million on account of their being NOTHING ELSE FOR CHILDREN TO SEE RIGHT NOW!!!  My five year old daughter is so desperate to see a movie ("There aren't any more kids' movies!") that I'm almost tempted to take her to Jack the Giant Slayer next weekend and hope that its PG-13 rating is just a bluff.  Save Haven dropped 50% but still pulled in a $48 million cume, putting it on path to surpass the usual $62 million Nicholas Sparks average of late, with a solid chance of hitting $80 million ala Dear John and The Notebook.  In Oscar news, Django Unchained has $380 million worldwide while Silver Linings Playbook has $107 domestic and Zero Dark Thirty has $91 million domestic.  Wreck It Ralph has $426 million worldwide while Frankenweenie did surprisingly not catch fire overseas, ending with just $67 million worldwide.  In below the radar news, Dustin Hoffman's directorial debut, Quartet has slowly grossed $8.9 million after seven weeks of limited play.  Also, Parental Guidance crossed $75 million this weekend while that arthouse sensation The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey topped $300 million domestic just today.  It also opened in China this weekend, so with a worldwide cume of $980 million, it should squeak over the $1 billion worldwide mark after all.

That's it for this weekend.  Join us next time for Jack the Giant Slayer, 21 and Over, Phantoms, and The Last Exorcism part II.  Until then, enjoy the Oscars!

Scott Mendelson

24 Şubat 2013 Pazar

Review: Snitch (2013) is a potent political diatribe disguised as a solid B-movie action drama.

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Snitch2013
115 minutes
rated PG-13

by Scott Mendelson

Writer/director Ric Roman Waugh and writer Justin Haythe's Snitch (trailer) operates on two levels.  On one hand, it's a pulpy and satisfying B-movie, a distinctly old-fashioned studio programmer about a normal man thrust into an abnormal situation.  The film is compelling and engaging, keeping its head to the ground in terms of plausibility and authenticity.  Even when the film chooses action, the action beats are small-scale and life-sized, which in turn makes them more suspenseful.  But the film also operates on a second level, that of a somewhat angry political polemic.  While the film doesn't go all-in in condemning the entire 'war on drugs', it sticks to a specific portion of that misguided policy and makes an unimpeachable case for its stupidity.  The film thus earns bonus points for being able to successfully mix social moralizing with its action drama while sacrificing little in the way of story or character.

The picture involves Dwayne Johnson as a family man who agrees to go undercover to snag drug dealers in order to save his son from a lengthy prison sentence.  His son is yet another victim of mandatory-minimum drug sentencing laws, and the film makes no bones about criticizing their use and counter-intuitiveness. The film's overall case is basically that the mandatory minimum sentencing laws may have been intended to snag upper-level drug dealers and/or kingpins, but their inadvertent result is merely the long-term incarceration of first-time offenders (since they have no one to testify against) and the mass entrapment of otherwise law-abiding people in desperate attempts to reduce the sentences of the initially arrested newbies.  For those completely unfamiliar with this situation, the film lays it out in stark terms, even as it flirts with 'book report-itis' in the first act.  And even as John Matthews gets further into the drug scene, the film never forgets that the system has basically made an innocent man into a drug dealer.

While Dwayne Johnson is on the poster, the film gives nearly equal time and arguably even more sympathy to Daniel James (Jon Bernthal), a two-time offender trying to stay straight for his family, nonetheless used as a pawn of sorts by his desperate boss. Johnson's Jason Matthews may have the protection of  the authorities he is aiding, but Daniel is the one who is basically bullied by his own boss into reentering a world he has sworn off.  And while we're mostly sure that The Rock isn't going to die at least until perhaps the finale, Daniel and his family is fair game at every moment, giving the film an extra level of tension.  We feel for a seemingly good man genuinely trying to put his life back in order for the sake of his wife and daughter, and we feel genuine discomfort as the would-be hero of the film basically forces one of his low-level employees to return to the criminal scene that he was sworn to cast aside.  

The film is mostly well acted, even if the women in Jason's life (Melina Kanakaredes as his ex-wife and Nadine Velazquez as his current wife) get little to do other than worry and fret.  Susan Sarandon flirts with mustache-twirling, as an uncompromising prosecutor using her 'get tough on drugs' stance to enter politics, but we all know such people exist in the world of law enforcement. Jon Bernthal all-but steals the film from a perfectly solid Dwayne Johnson, and Barry Pepper delivers a solid shades-of-gray turn as a seemingly sympathetic cop who nonetheless makes calls that arguably serve the greater good.  Michael Kenneth Williams and Benjamin Bratt represent the drug trade and are better than the material they are given.  Although since the film is not about them per-se, they only represent to us what they represent to our would-be "heroes".

Snitch presents a brutally cynical scenario, where one stupid kid is forced to basically frame another stupid kid for penny-ante drug dealing which in turn forces a respected businessman to flirt with financial ruin and/or very real violence in order to get his son out of trouble.  The picture never paints Jason's actions as remotely heroic, and the film almost qualifies as a present-tense film noir. Time will tell if Snitch will have the ability to change any minds or at least open any eyes to what really is a national travesty.  But surely its status as a mainstream action picture makes it more likely to reach more unconverted viewers than a documentary like The House I Live In (review), critically acclaimed but seen by few but film/culture critics and staunch anti-prohibition advocates.  As a movie divorced from its politics, it is a compelling and thoughtful drama, with just enough action to put in a trailer but really more concerned with character then set-pieces.  I could quibble with the ending, which somewhat ignores the larger implications of what occurs, but that's a minor nitpick.

As a vessel for social change, Snitch is an unlikely but inherently plausible vehicle.  As a movie, it's the kind of old-school star-driven studio programmer that used to be the industry's stock-and-trade.  It doesn't quite qualify as art, but it's (um...) rock-solid craft that wears its worthwhile social conscience on its sleeve.

Grade: B

It's what we say we want: The Oscar case *for* Argo.

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Argo (review) is not my favorite film of the year.  It didn't even make my best-of-2012 list.  It had to settle for the Runner-Ups section along with fellow nominee/front-runner Lincoln, a choice that caused no end of consternation from my mother-in-law who considers both to among her favorite films of 2012.  My favorite film of 2012 is Cabin In the Woods, a film that had about as much of a chance of winning Best Picture this year as Kung Fu Panda 2 did last year.  My favorite film among those nominated is Zero Dark Thirty, which went from front-runner to also-ran after Sony made the financial choice to not fight back against the frankly shameful 'this film endorses torture!' arguments until after the film's wide release.  There are a few films that are nominated that I don't care for (Les Miserables, Silver Linings Playbook), but I'd have to say that if we're picking a Best Picture on a the basis of what film most positively represents the year that was 2012, Argo is the best and most logical choice.

As I've written before, 2012 brought about the full-scale return of "the movie".  By that I mean the mid-budget, major-studio genre vehicle that used to be the industry's bread-and-butter.  As I also discussed way back in June, 2012 also brought the return of the R-rating.  After a decade of post-Columbine fear and four-quadrant obsession, major studios have begun to release mainstream films with the once seemingly-scarlet R as a matter of course.  It's not just violent action pictures or gruesome horror films, but mainstream films that don't necessarily require an R but nonetheless signal that they are intended for adult audiences.  Finally, with a few exceptions, 2012 solidified a certain fiscal sanity in terms of budgets, something that arguably began in 2011.  Oh the blockbusters still cost hundreds-of-millions of dollars, but we saw reasonable costs for middle-of-the-road studio fare, budgets that meant that a film didn't need to become a global blockbuster or even play to all potential audience demographics to become a hit.  Argo represents a top-notch example of all three positive developments.

It is R-rated not because its content required it but because it was an adult movie made for grownup audiences, another emerging trend in 2012.  It is not bathed in gore or drowning in sexual content.  Yes it is profane, and the film's catch phrase ("Argo fuck yourself!") required the R-rating, but that was a choice that Warner Bros. allowed the filmmakers to make without interference.  Argo could very easily have been a PG-13 picture with minimal artistic compromise.  But Warner Bros. allowed the film to go out as R just because it was the appropriate designation for the adult political thriller.  It also delivered top-notch entertainment value and incredibly authentic production design at just $45 million.  Thus, the film is already incredibly profitable just on the $127 million it's taken in the US alone, to say nothing of its $200 million+ global take and eventual home-viewing profits to come.  Most importantly, Argo is just a damn-good movie. It's intelligent, thoughtful, and just a little nutritious.  It isn't political but still manages to include politics and a potent history lesson wrapped up in a mainstream popcorn entertainment.  It's exactly the kind of movie that we say we want from the studios every time we roll our eyes at another alleged franchise reboot or needless sequel.

Argo is a populist mainstream genre entry of uncommon craft and intelligence, rooted in character and narrative.  It is It is R-rated purely because it is intended for adults.  It is cheap enough that its solid grosses will make the film hugely profitable for its backers, encouraging other such films of its ilk to be financed.  In terms of the best representation of the best of what the year in film of 2012 had to offer, Argo is absolutely the movie of the year.

Scott Mendelson