My 2017 In Movies, Part 1

Hi.  I saw some movies.

Split:  M. Night (don’t squeeze the)Shyamalan verrrry sneakily goes back to the well and successfully brings about his own career resurgence.  You probably know why by now, but in case you don’t, I’ll spoil it for you- turns out this movie is a sequel-of-sorts to Unbreakable (his best movie to date, if you asked me my opinion, which you didn’t.  Then again, you’re here, so you kinda did…).  But it’s not really a sequel until literally the absolute last shot of the movie, so let’s not dwell.  Especially since the movie we get before that reveal is really great on its own.

So, James McAvoy is a man with multiple personalities that abducts three young women.  The strongest… four (?) of these personalities manifest themselves at different times during the film, adding to the mental trauma of our captives, who, in turn, have their own strong personality differences that keep them from figuring out just what to do.  But survivor-girl has a traumatic past that may just give her an edge over McAvoy and the threat of a yet-unseen, murderous, monstrous personality that is on its way.  Also, Betty Buckley plays his shrink.

McAvoy is absolutely fantastic.  He’s usually great when playing just one role, and in this he gets to play several.  And they’re all so completely specific.  Split is proof that this guy is an actor’s actor, and while he’s been working pretty steadily for the past decade or so, I really hope he can leave the mediocre X-Men movies behind and get back to more substantial stuff like this.

Anyway, Split is great.  See it.

John Wick: Chapter 2: Hey, more highly stylized, supercrazy merc action featuring many, many fatal head wounds!  Yeah, I’m down with this whole John Wick thing and I hope they make it a trilogy.  That said, this one was slightly less fun than its predecessor… maybe because since it was a sequel it wasn’t as fresh and original?  Whatever.  Doesn’t matter.  It’s still about an underground-yet-in-plain-sight society of people killing other people quickly and brutally.  Keanu is clearly still having a blast, and that’s really all I need.  If you haven’t seen John Wick (the first one), do so, posthaste.  If you have but you skipped this one… well, you’re probably OK, if I’m being honest… but why wouldn’t you give this one a go?  It’s not like it’s asking you to postulate on the interspatial implications of thermodynamic equilibrium.  It’s just guns and punching and cars and stuff.

(uh… are the interspatial implications of thermodynamic equilibrium something one can postulate on?  Because, clearly, I pulled that one out of my butt.)

(Why, yes, my butt is where I store big words.  SO?)

The Great Wall:  Uh…lots of controversy surrounding this one, mostly of the “another movie where a white guy saves a non-white country” variety.  Turns out that’s not at all what happens.  I know this because I actually saw the movie.  And while it is told through Matt Damon’s character’s point of view, it’s so much more about the far-superior heroism of these Chinese warriors at the wall.

But none of that matters, really, because this movie is fucking dumb.

Uhhh… The end.

No, seriously, The Great Wall exists so that you can see color-specific costumed warriors going about their color-specific battle duties on top of a CGI recreation of the Great Wall of China.  Example: the blue warriors attach their feet to bungie cords and jump down into the fray so they can maybe spear an enemy or two before they get horribly mauled to death by five more baddies.  Which is completely counterintuitive- throw the damned spear from the top of the wall and maybe save a life or two instead of using a seriously convoluted method where your blue-clad ladies awkwardly bounce twenty feet below in the middle of a raging sea of razor-clawed dragon lizards.  I mean, hell- you’ve got the red-clad archers firing away already, so… oh.  Sorry.  I forgot to mention something important…

They’re not fighting Mongols.  They’re fighting giant, dragon-esque lizard creatures.  You see, these lizard creatures are sort of like locusts in that every sixty years, hordes of them come running towards the wall because there needed to be some kind of simplistic fantasy plot for this movie because I guess someone thought dragon lizards were supercool and wouldn’t it be neat if humans clad in basic vibrant colors so everyone remembers their job I guess were to fight the monsters because fantasy is so hot right now and why am I even still typing I need a drink oh god what is reality anymore and does anyone else hear the screaming or is it just in my head oh god please someone stop the screaming STOP THE SCREAMING.

Get Out:  Jordan Peele delivers a 100-minute, completely original, racially charged, reality-bending thriller that would make Rod Serling blush.  I don’t really want to say any more, in case anyone reading this hasn’t seen it (and hasn’t heard any specifics) yet.  Just know that I can’t imagine a world in which anyone watching this would be disappointed.  I’ll have to think about it a bit (and there’s still more flicks to see), but it may just be the best movie of the year.

Logan:  FINALLY.  Finally, someone let Wolverine off his leash.  I thought The Wolverine was pretty great, but it still had that “20th Century FOX superhero” sheen to it (I wrote abut it a few years back somewhere in THIS post).  This movie, though… this movie pulls out the stopper.  Opens the floodgates.  Takes off the training wheels?  No, wait… goes into berserker mode.  Whatever.  I’m off track.

I guess the future setting allowed them to do whatever they wanted, since nothing that happens in this movie could have an effect on their precious X-Man continu… it… y.  Pfff.  Too late to think about such things, FOX.  We’ve seen all those movies.  Where was I?  Right- the future.  It’s the future and old man Wolverine is living a boring life as a caretaker to the only guy who ever truly believed in him- Professor Jean-Luc Picard Xavier.  The Professor is going senile and needs medication to keep his seizures in check so he doesn’t kill everyone around him with his brain.  But Logan, who, incidentally, doesn’t quite insta-heal like he used to, crosses paths with a new mutant, smuggled out of the facility where she was created (mutants aren’t born anymore and are basically going extinct), and she, Wolvie, and Jean-Luc flee towards a (possibly fictional) mutant safe-zone while being hunted by some baddies as they trek (heh) across the country.

And what we get is an uncomfortable, brutal, and at times profound movie about generations, age, aging, fatherhood, sonhood (?), responsibility, and redemption, that, in its storytelling, isn’t afraid to get its hands dirty.  And bloody.  At times it’s similar to Unforgiven.  Other times, it reminded me of something like A Perfect World.  Part road-movie, part western, I guess.  But all great.  And in the end, it’s a perfect send-off to the role that made Hugh Jackman’s career (and, arguably, shackled him ever-so-slightly).  As far as I know he’s now done playing Wolverine, and as much as he totally owned it over the past 17 years (ho. ly. SHIT.), I’m glad he’s gone out on a film where they finally found the perfect balance between sarcasm, anger, kindness, and pathos that this character has always been about.

And, bonus!- if you only have a cursory knowledge of Wolverine (et al.) and/or have only seen a few (or none) of the other X-Movies, this one is self-contained enough for you to still enjoy.  So, enjoy!

Kong: Skull Island: “It’s OK.  Good monster fights.  Mostly lame characters.  Bad music cue decisions.  Gorgeous visuals.  Really great title character.”

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T2 Trainspotting: Pleasantly surprised by this movie.  And I shouldn’t have been- I should have just trusted Danny Boyle to not just lazily rehash what we’d seen before, but hey, like the characters in T2, I’m in my 40s and am naturally cynical due to the ever-creeping specter of anxiety/depression and an obligatory sense of my own mortality.

And I think maybe that’s the best way to describe T2 Trainspotting.  Those optimistic, fearless, piss-and-vinegar twentysomethings have grown up and are each dealing with their own mid-life crises.  When they get back together, all of their shared unfinished business comes out and nostalgia (for lack of a better term) gives them a quick jolt of youth, but it’s fleeting.  They still need to come to terms with who they are now.

And this is masterfully represented in the film’s direction, pacing, story, cinematography, soundtrack… literally every aspect that made the original Trainspotting such a product of mid-90s twentysomething optimism has been tweaked for mid-10s fortysomething decline.  It’s uncomfortable and it’s off-putting.  It’s pretty great.

Side note- I’m writing this brief T2 thing upon returning from a specialist who has diagnosed my sudden, intense phantom throat pain as a combination of years of reflux damage, unchecked TMJ, and horrible, horrible snoring.  BECAUSE, AGING.  Yeah, this movie hits home, hard.  All you twentysomethings out there- be afraid.  Be very afraid.

Guardians of the Galaxy, Vol. 2: Yeah… couldn’t leave you with that last sentence, so let’s end this first part on a positive.  Guardians of the Galaxy, Vol. 2 is wonderful.  Funny, irreverent, cute as hell, full of heart, packed to the gills with great music… it’s a grand old time.  Don’t listen to the people calling this movie “derivative”- just because they saved the day in GOTG doesn’t mean they’re all suddenly new characters that don’t fall back on their bad habits and personalities.  Don’t listen to the people who call this movie “hollow”- those same people complain that the Marvel movies have become “too serious.”  Don’t listen to the people calling this movie “obvious”- guaranteed, they’re complaining about the convoluted plots of other comic book flicks.  Some people are just too cool for school.

But I’m not.  A sentient baby tree that dances around to ELO while a violent monster battle rages, out of focus, in the background?  I’ll take it.  A wisecracking, humanesque weaponsmith raccoon bonding with an angry blue-skinned outcast mercenary with a heart of gold?  Yeah, I’m down.  A tattooed hunk of man-meat repeatedly insulting a lovable bug-woman through an utter lack of self-awareness?  More, please.  Is the plot a little thin?  Yeah, sure.  Is the father(s)-son conflict a little muddy right up until the moment they smack you in the face with it?  Yup.  Is the general concept of family one step over the conspicuous line?  Two steps, and yes.  Does that mean the movie isn’t a joy to watch?  Fuck no.  I am Groot.

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Stay tuned…

(Part 2 HERE, Part 3 HERE, Part 4 HERE.)


More 2013 Movies, Part 2: CGIants, Mint Chocolate Chip, And An Open Letter To Michael Bay.

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Part 1 HERE.

Jack The Giant Slayer – I know a couple of months ago I said I wasn’t going to see this (HERE, somewhere), but Sundays can do funny things to a man.  Especially after a serious night of excess and karaoke.  Or is that redundant?  Anyway, the Redbox is literally across the street in the CVS, rentals only cost a buck and change, and I needed to buy toilet paper anyway, so…

I was actually OK with this flick at first.  It started out competently enough, trying to build this extended fairy tale world to add some importance to a centuries-old tale of a dumbass who trades a cow for beans (they’re good for your heart…*)  But then it went too far.  Like, over the falls.  I mean, go ahead and shoot for The Hobbit, if you must, Bryan Singer, but don’t try to make it Lord Of The Rings.  It’s still supposed to be a fable about personal responsibility.  You didn’t need to bring the king and his entire army a half a mile from the castle to sit around a giant beanstalk while a ragtag group of wise-cracking officers climb the thing to rescue a princess, search for the magic mind-control übercrown, and try and prevent Giantgeddon from happening.  Because what that entire army was really there for was for us to be all like, “wow.  There’s an entire army there.  This thing must be EPIC.”  Which we didn’t do, because we’re not fucking numb.  And then there was, like, an army of giants, too.  Because one wasn’t enough.  And there were power struggles amongst the giants that I think were supposed to make us all like, “hey, these giants have this intricate, if not barbaric, society where the two-headed one rules, because… well, two heads, I guess.”  Or maybe it was because he had Bill Nighy’s voice.  That would have been enough for me, were I a lowly giant peon in the Giant Caste System, I guess.  And then Ewan McGregor was all like, “I’m important, because I’m charming,” and Stanley Tucci was all like, “I’m evil because I have these ridiculous fake teeth,” and his sidekick was all like, “I played Spud in Trainspotting,” and Eleanor Tomlinson was all like, “I’m a vaguely feminist fairy tale princess that doesn’t follow the rules… EEEEEEEK!  A GIANT!” And Nicholas Hoult was all like, “I think I might be Bryan Singer’s new toyboy,” and then Ian McShane said to his agent, “WHAT THE HOLY FUCK, YOU ASSHOLE, FIRST SNOW WHITE AND THE HUNTSMAN, AND NOW THIS?!?!?  I PLAYED SWEARENGEN, FOR FUCK’S SAKE!!!” (and then Eddie Marsan said the same thing to his agent, except he replaced “what the holy fuck, you asshole,” with “thanks, man,” skipped the all-caps, and ended it with another “thank you,” because he didn’t play Swearengen, for fuck’s sake), and then everyone was like, “Battle!  Siege!  Moat!  Fire!  Huzzah!”

And then I was all like, “oh, the credits are rolling… Man, I wish I had rewatched The Troll Hunter instead.”

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*…the more you eat….

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The World’s End – GREEN CORNETTO!!!!!  Yeah, so I was an easy target with this one.  Shaun Of The Dead is easily a Top-5 movie (of all time) for me, and I think Hot Fuzz, while maybe not that high on my (nonexistent) list, is just as brilliant.  Simon Pegg is a genius, Nick Frost is the shit, and Edgar Wright is a true talent behind the lens.  If you haven’t seen Spaced, get that Netflix queue a-streamin’.  Those three guys were made for lovin’ you, baby, and you were made for lovin’ them.

So, The World’s End.  I’m basically having a Hot Fuzz time with it at this point, which is to say I saw it and I thought it was great, but it’s gonna take that crucial second viewing to shore up why.  Because there’s always some tasty subtext going on with the Wright/Pegg/Frost stuff that requires multiple viewings in order to really see the nuance behind the in-your-face greatness.  But, since the in-your-face greatness is all I’ve got for now, I’ll just go ahead and talk about some of it.

The acting.  Five friends, five fully realized characters, five awesome performances (Pegg, Frost, Eddie Marsan, Paddy Consadine, Bilbo Watson Martin Freeman).  You already know I think Pegg & Frost poop platinum, and with The Hobbit, Sherlock and The Office (the good one), Freeman (who is also in both Shaun & Fuzz) can do no wrong.  But Consadine (also in Fuzz) and Marsan effortlessly stood right up alongside those guys.  Each had their own way of “doing the right thing” by Pegg’s off-the-wagon alcoholic loser, humoring him, feeling sorry for him, but maintaining their identities as grown-ass men who left all this pub-crawling BS behind 20 years ago.  Oh, and Rosamund Pike is in it, too.  Still not sold on Ms. Pike.  I think she’s a good actor, but something about her always gives me pause.  Can’t put my finger on it.  This flick did make me want to see more of her, though.  I mean that nakedly.

The action.  Meticulously choreographed, hyper-kinetic, one-shot fight scenes that actually made my mouth hang open.  And the visuals broke my mind a few times.  Like the woman who suddenly has legs-for-arms coming at our heroes like a whirling dervish, or a robot teenager getting his head caved in and spurting thick, blue blood from the stump…

Oh, right…

The sci-fi.  Yeah, uh, robots.  The town the five friends have gone back to so Gary (Pegg) can relive his past glories has been taken over by an alien force and populated by robots (for lack of a better term).  But it’s not a movie brimming with laser beams and teleportation machines.  The sci-fi is just the vehicle for a very human story about depression, arrested development, alcohol abuse, friendship, and loss.  And, although I don’t want to give anything away, it culminates in a very Star Trek-inspired ending.  Sort of like if Kirk, stricken with Rigellian Fever, asked Landru, “what does god need with a starship?” on the Klingon high court set from Undiscovered Country.

Yeah, I totally just lost you there, didn’t I.  Sorry.

Basically, what I’m saying here is it’s the kind of sci-fi that relies on thought and reason to save the day, and not Spock yelling, “KHAAAAN!” as he beams out to beat up Benny Cumberbatch on the back of a space taxi.*

So, it’s weird, it’s funny, it’s thrilling, it’s sad, it’s thought-provoking.  It’s got some fan-service for the followers of the last two “Cornetto” flicks.  It’s got a satisfying conclusion.  It’s got a fun little coda.  It’s worth your time.

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*I can bag on Star Trek Into Darkness all I want because I liked it.  THPPTH!!!

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Pain & Gain

Dearest Michael Bay,

There’s something you need to understand, friend.  The Transformers movies are not where you should be spending your, uh… “talent.”  They blow.  Stuff like this is where you belong.  You’ll never be Scorsese.  You’ll never be a Coen.  Hell, you’ll never even be Tony Scott.  But it’s clear you have some passion for storytelling.  So, stop wasting it on stuff you’re not passionate about.  I get that the giant robot car movies probably make you enough money to own entire countries, but how many countries do you need, man?  Pain & Gain is where it’s at for you, dude.  A steroid-&-cocaine-fueled “true story” about three muscleheads taking the American Dream by the balls, by any means necessary, in shallow, body-conscious, mid-90’s Miami is a no-brainer for you.  It’s your bread and butter.  It’s about as close to art as you’ll ever get, and it is appreciated.  Seriously.  No irony here.  I mean, fuck, you even made me thoroughly enjoy Dwayne Johnson.  Usually the best compliment I can give him is “he’s OK for a wrestler, I guess.”  But here?  An actual nuanced performance.  How the hell did you pull that off?  And Marky Mark, too.  Usually it takes a director like David O. Russell or P.T. Anderson to make that guy not completely annoying, but here he is in a Michael Bay movie putting in an almost brilliant performance.  And this thing was funny, too.  Like, darkly funny.  Did you have any idea you could pull off a black comedy?  I sure didn’t.  Yeah, it’s a little long, and yeah, it feels like it starts five times, but I’m actually going to go ahead and chalk that up to you settling on an honest-to-god tone for this thing.  An uncomfortable, “what are we getting ourselves into?” tone that perfectly captures the insanity these three bros have thrust themselves, willingly, into.  And you didn’t even feel the need to make every shot a tracking one that only lasts 1.5 seconds, like you tend to do.  Hell, I’m pretty sure there were entire scenes using stationary cameras.  Sure, the editing and cinematography were still stylized as hell, but you actually kind of let that take a backseat and let the story drive the plot forward.  Unreal, brah.  Unreal.

So, what’s next for you, m’man?  Another bit of sci-fi Logan’s Run-esque coolness like The Island?  Maybe another bit of stylized Lethal Weapon-ish buddy cop action like Bad Boys 2?  Or maybe even another Very Bad Things-style awkward black comedy crime flick like Pain & Gain?

Oh.  Transformers 4.  Well, it was fun while it lasted.  Brah.

Sincerely,

Brian A. Costello

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That’s it for now.  Later, ‘gator.

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