Tuesday, June 18, 2013

MEOW! Presents: Oh. My. Zod. The Best Film Of The Year So Far Has Arrived!!!--My Review of MAN OF STEEL Right Here!



June 18th, 2013

MEOW!


And I'll rhyme that word with another one: Wow.


No, I need to emphasize that: WOW! WOW! All I can say is....WOW!


As if it were Superman himself, MAN OF STEEL is an otherworldly miracle. Rarely do I feel an enormous amount of euphoria after watching a film, and discover that it's nearly impossible to put my reaction into words from the Merriam-Webster Dictionary (other than WOW! of course), but I will certainly try my hardest here. While 2013 hasn't been a downright terrible year for films in general (Star Trek Into Darkness was absolutely wonderful, and it turns out I'm in the very, very, very small minority regarding my strong admiration for Spring Breakers), it also hasn't been a terribly great one either (Iron Man 3 is one of the few underwhelming disappointments this year, and Fast and Furious 6, while somewhat enjoyable, is so forgettable that I can't remember one line from it. Well, except for "HELP ME! I GOT A TANK ON MY A**!"). Overall, this year in film hasn't gotten off to an enthusiastic start.

But this film?

Oh. My. Zod. It's just...perfection. 


Okay, maybe the critical nature inside of me says that it's not perfect, and maybe it's because I was so overwhelmed seeing it for the first time in IMAX (they offer an IMAX-only version if those are opposed to IMAX 3-D in select theaters. Keep in mind that this film was also converted into 3-D during post-production, so I'd suggest saving the money and go for any 2-D version available. It's already immersive and intense as it is anyways). But no matter how divided the amount of opinions are for MAN OF STEEL, it is, for my kryptonite, the absolute best film of the year so far, and one of the best (superhero) films I've ever experienced in the comfort of a movie theater. As an exhilarating, inspirational, and touching sensation, Zack Snyder has crafted a film that serves as a reminder of why I love going to the movies.

It may require a bit of patience to adjust to the style Snyder is attempting here, especially for those who are in love with the Donner films, but the set-up remains the same as it was forty-five years ago (or for any comic book fans, seventy-five years ago). As the planet Krypton is facing eventual doom, a child named Kal-El is born a rare, natural birth, much to the pleasure of Jor-El (the excellent Russell Crowe) and Lara Lor-Van (the lovely Ayelet Zurer). But when Zod (Michael Shannon) and his henchmen are rebelling against the Kryptonians amidst all of the destruction, Jor-El and Lara put Kal-El on a spaceship that would eventually head for Earth. So after that set-up, you'd think you know what to expect, right? Kal-El is raised by a heartfelt couple on a farm, tries to fit in at his school, learns about his true identity years later, eventually becomes Superman/Clark Kent, sparks up a relationship with Lois Lane (AMY ADAMS), and attempts to stop Zod and his henchmen from creating their own Krypton on Earth, right? Eh?

Well, yes, that's actually what happens. But instead of following a straightforward path that was seen in Superman: The Movie or Superman II, we immediately cut to Kal-El (the incredibly effective Henry Cavill) as an adult after he is sent to Earth inside his spacecraft, and a couple of the aforementioned events that happen in his life--Kal-El being raised by Jonathan (wonderfully portrayed by Kevin Costner) and Martha Kent (also wonderfully portrayed by Diane Lane), trying to fit in at his school, discovering his true identity--are told through wonderfully thoughtful flashbacks. In these flashbacks, we get to explore what made Kal-El the man he would became later on. They also allow him to be more human than alien while being instantly relatable, which are a couple of the many qualities that make him not only a great superhero, but a true hero overall. No matter which character stirs your emotions more, MAN OF STEEL is a film that largely focuses on the internal feelings of its protagonist, and the result is one of the most emotionally complex (superhero) films I've come across in a long, long time.

The flashbacks are also a part of how exciting Snyder envisions this story, especially in the glorious first half, which makes the film involving and unpredictable. After the opening sequence, you'd expect the film to re-develop Kal-El's relationship with his Earth-bound parents, but instead, it cuts to when he is an adult on a fisherman's boat. A very bold move, I may say, for people who aren't used to the Superman mythology, but it works brilliantly here. You would also believe immediately after he had officially learned his true identity and finally donned the suit, he would be flying as if it were no problem at all. Instead, he practices his flying techniques first until he gets it absolutely right, which leads to what I believe is one of the greatest flying sequences in cinematic history (not since How to Train Your Dragon have I felt the need to pretend I'm flying in the living room like a ten-year-old). It's those out of the many moments that add on to the exciting, surprising and unconventional nature of its storytelling. 

The second half is a visually overwhelming, action-packed exhilaration, so much so that it could very well exhaust a viewer unprepared for such an intense half of the film. Then again, this is Superman we're talking about here. He's going to be flying faster than a speeding bullet, and he is going to fight off Gods who are as powerful as he is, even if he unknowingly causes a higher death rate than any of us could have predicted (Did you honestly think that he was going to entirely perfect his superpowers when Kal-El is fighting  off Zod and his henchmen? These events were clearly unexpected of him, and he had to do whatever he can to save Metropolis. It just turned out that, like a tornado, there are things that he can't control. Of course, it's understandable as to why many are bashing his characteristics in this film; "they don't know what they don't understand"). Personally, I don't see the problem of the camera shaking us around as if we are Super-people ourselves trying to save the world from impending doom. You really believe that saving the word from impending doom will have a certain grace to it? There's an internal intensity to the proceedings, which also causes fear in our hearts. But don't take my word for it, take Mr. Wayne's.

As exhilarating (and exhausting) the action set-pieces are, what truly won me over were the little touches that make this film feel inspired. There's one scene when Kal-El is trying to stand up for a woman who gets spanked in the butt by a mean customer at a bar, and the customer mentally and physically abuses him as if he were a vicitm of bullying, almost like how he was when growing up as an adolescent. And what happens? Oh yeah. Two people FROM THE MILITARY sit on their bar-stools, and reluctantly stare at the situation; they do absolutely nothing to solve it at all. It's almost as if they were both in the same shoes as Kal-El: attempting to hide their powers from the people around them, while feeling as if it was a missed opportunity to stop the predicament. I found that to be an intelligent insight on the psychology of human beings without having to make it feel overly forced and obvious. Then there are the visual touches; because Snyder is more of a visual director, it allows him to work wonders by having the images enhance the story and its thematic elements rather than only using them for spectacle. For instance, there's a scene when Zod takes over every television across the world in order to convey a message along the lines of "YOU ARE NOT ALONE. THERE IS SOMEONE WALKING AMONG YOU." A scene like that could have been rushed, and have all of the televisions convey the message in the same native language. What's ingenious about that scene, however, is that on American telvisions, it's their native language, but on Russian televisions, it's THEIR native language, and on Chinese televisions, it's THEIR native language, etc., etc., e.,t.,c. But no matter how different their native languages are, it's the same message being conveyed for one global audience. Pure. Genius. 

What also helps make some of the little touches work more than it should is its excellent ensemble. Although it's difficult to forget Christopher Reeve's portrayal of Superman/Clark Kent/Kal-El/TA-DA, Henry Cavill is a FANTASTIC choice for such an iconic role. His subtle expression when he's trying to stand up to that mean customer in the bar, the amount of joy he gets when he's finally taking flight as Superman, his charisma when he's being interrogated in handcuffs (he has a reason; don't fret), his facial expression of raw, emotional turmoil during one PIVOTAL moment near the end, he brings justice to the role as much as what Reeve brought in 1978. Amy Adams makes for a wonderful Lois Lane; although she does fall into damsel-in-distress territory in the second half of the film, she still maintains her integrity as a woman of curiosity and intrigue, which is exactly the type of person the Daily Planet needs ("You do realize that it's all downhill after the first kiss?" Lois asks Kal-El, which he then responds with "I think that only applies to humans." ZING!)! Although I admittedly haven't been an admirer of Michael Shannon's work, he does a great job as General Zod, especially when he rebels against the Kryptonians in the prologue of the film ("I WILL FIND HIM!"). And Russell Crowe makes for an excellent Jor-El; he has the logical strength to be a fighter and a lover, unlike Dr. Bones McCoy, who is only a doctor. He is also responsible for a little nod to 300 near the beginning of this film. Let's just say in a sarcastic sense that it's pretty hard to find (A little random theory I have about Russell Crowe: I believe that when he committed suicide as Javert, his soul was re-incarnated into a re-booted version of Jor-El on Krypton; when he battled internally about the difference between right and wrong, he decided to believe in the good of everything. Random thought, but you know, Cloud Atlas. You know...that film about...re-incarnation...that really, really, really awesome film about re-incarnever mind).

There are stand-outs to this excellent cast, however. I think Kevin Costner needs to portray more farmers from now on; his portrayal as Jonathan Kent may be brief, but he makes such an impact throughout the rest of the film {SPOILER TERRITORY AGAIN!: There's one pivotal flashback where Jonathan Kent is saving many from a deadly tornado. This has divided the fans since he actually dies of a heart attack in the comics, and while that would have been an intentionally tough scene to sit through, tornadoes are also a natural occurrence, and it shows how the mightiest of people, even with all the powers of another planet, can't save everyone even if they attempted anything of the sort. So, in many respects, it stays true to the comics. I also had to fight back some tears since it made me think about my own father, and how he was a hero in his own way. It was that rare combination of heart-breaking and inspirational at the same time. Kudos to everyone involved in that scene. It was excellently crafted. END OF SPOILERS}. Also adding to the heart of the story is Diane Lane as Martha Kent; she also has a brief amount of screen-time, but sometimes, less is more, and she is also responsible for providing some incredibly touching moments, even when she's not in the shot. There's one moment when she's being threatened by Zod, and eventually Superman attacks him while flying through a cornfield intensely asking "YOU THINK...YOU CAN THREATEN...MY MOTHER???"Awesome. Then you have Cooper Timberline and Dylan Sprayberry portraying the nine-year-old and thirteen-year-old versions of Kal-El; I've always believed that you can get great performances out of young performers ever since I saw HUGO, and this film further solidifies my theory. There's one flashback when the nine-year-old-Kal-El is hiding in a school closet in order to avoid the meticulous sound effects going on in his head, and then there is another flashback when the thirteen-year-old-Kal-El is being bullied for being different from the rest of his age group; those couple of moments show off how exceptional both of these actors are. And while we're at it, I'll praise the rest of the young actors in this film. It's not an easy task to act horrified inside a bus underwater (or...maybe in a water tank?), but they pull it off with ease. 

I can't believe I've written so much without even talking about how much of an exhilarating audio-visual experience it is (it must be a rare compliment then; Snyder and company realizes that it still all comes down to great storytelling, albeit done in a unique style). It's a daring and surprisingly balanced vision--one with a muted color palette while still remaining hopeful and vibrant. Let's start off with Krypton; although some of the visuals are a little too reminiscent of the Jedi Council scenes in the Star Wars prequels (There are a couple of shots that are almost literally taken from Star Wars: Episode III-Revenge of the Sith; to MAN OF STEEL's credit, though, the comic-book version of Superman came before any of the Star Wars films did so...moving on), it's creatively envisioned. The Genesis Chamber where Jor-El swims in is wonderfully visualized, even if it is a little disturbing that he's swimming in the middle of babies about to be born, but eh, it was an emergency. There's also one scene when Kal-El meets the holographic version of Jor-El inside the spaceship, and Jor-El tells him the backstory of what happened to Krypton all those years ago. Two things that stuck out to me: 1.) I loved that it was Russell Crowe portraying the holographic version of Jor-El rather than some CGI wizardry that represented it. As much as I am an admirer of visual effects, I found that to be a refreshing change of pace; the relationship between Jor-El and Kal-El needs to feel genuine since this is Kal-El's first introduction to him ever since he was born. So kudos to Crowe for pulling that off. 2.) Through the power of CGI technology, there is a silver mural that comes to life and shows Krypton's backstory through the imagery while Jor-El is telling Kal-El all about it. I won't give away any details as to what it looked like, but it makes the scene all the more beautiful, and one that will possibly get the film nominated for Best Visual Effects come Oscar season. What will also get nominated is Hans Zimmer's cathartic score. I challenge anybody of any age to NOT receive goosebumps in their soul listening to the composition that accompanies Kal-El's first flight. It's one of Hans Zimmer's finest scores, along with Inception, The Lion King, and Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron; it's a score that perfectly suits (PUN) the man of steel himself.

I mentioned that the critical nature inside of me says it's not perfect, and well, I do have a couple of nitpicks. Much like Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga'hoole, sometimes his visuals can be a little too reminiscent of films that were released in the past. Before the 'world engine' nearly sucks up all the debris of Metropolis, we get shots that are too similar to District 9 (Though once again, to MAN OF STEEL's credit, I didn't like District 9. Elysium does look interesting, however). There is also a scene near the end where s
oldiers are talking to Kal-El, and I thought that could have been replaced with something more meaningful. One of the soldiers says in the beginning of the scene "Are you effin' stupid?" and then a woman solider later in the scene says "I think he's kind of hot." It's funny, but not entirely necessary to the story. 

Aside from that, there honestly isn't that much to nitpick. Even what I just mentioned before wasn't bad; it just didn't thrill me that much when compared to the rest of the film, which is an enthusiastic 99.9% rounding up to a 100%. No matter how divided opinions are for MAN OF STEEL as of this moment, in my eyes, heart, mind and opinion, it is what I like to consider as a perfect film. It's a film that reminds me why I love going to the movies: to enjoy, to feel, to learn and to see. MAN OF STEEL is an exhilarating, inspirational and touching sensation; it's easily the best film of the year so far, and one of the best (superhero) films that I have ever seen. 



Until next time,

TO INFINITY AND BEYOND!

Wait...

UP, UP AND AWAY!

Meow, close enough. 

Monday, June 10, 2013

MEOW! Presents: My ENTHUSIASTICALLY JOYOUS Analysis of The 67TH ANNUAL TONY AWARDS!

June 10th, 2013

MEOW!



NOTE: 1.) I have not seen ANY of the shows that were nominated live, so I will be basing my opinions solely on the performances that I saw at the 67th Annual Tony Awards. 2.) In terms of the nominated shows and winners, I will only be discussing the musicals and their components since that's where my passion for this post truly lies, so nothing personal against the plays that won or were nominated (I will say, though, GOOD FOR CICELY TYSON!). With that said, enjoy my analysis of the 67th Annual Tony Awards everybody!

Best Sound Design of a Musical:
Winner: Kinky Boots
What should have won: Pippin

Best Lighting Design of a Musical:
Winner: MATILDA!
What should have won: MATILDA!

Best Costume Design of a Musical:
Winner: Rodgers & Hammerstein's Cinderella
What should have won: I can't argue with Rodgers & Hammerstein's Cinderella. Great costumes!

Best Scenic Design of a Musical:
Winner: MATILDA!
What should have won: MATILDA!

Best Orchestrations:
Winner: Kinky Boots
What should have won: Rodgers & Hammerstein's Cinderella

Best Choreography:
Winner: Kinky Boots
What should have won: MATILDA! 

Best Direction of a Musical:
Winner: Pippin
What should have won: I also can't argue with the absolutely spectacular direction of Pippin. 

Best Performance by an Actress in a Featured Role in a Musical:
Winner: Andrea Martin, Pippin
Who should have won: Andrea Martin, Pippin

Best Performance by an Actor in a Featured Role in a Musical:
Winner: Gabriel Ebert, MATILDA!
Who should have won: Gabriel Ebert, MATILDA!

Best Performance by an Actress in a Musical:
Winner: Patina Miller, Pippin
Who should have won: Patina Miller, Pippin
Who still wins my heart whether she is or isn't nominated: Laura Osnes, Rodgers & Hammerstein's Cinderella

Best Performance by an Actor in a Musical:
Winner: Billy Porter, Kinky Boots
Who should have won: Rob McClure, Chaplin. I mean, POOR, POOR CHAPLIN!

Best Revival of a Musical:
Winner: No contest. No question. No quontest. Pippin.
What should have won: No contest. No question. No quontest. Pippin.
What comes in a veeeeeery close second: Rodgers & Hammerstein's Cinderella. The performance at the Tony's gave me goosebumps just from sitting in the living room!

Best Original Score (Music and/or Lyrics) Written for the Theatre:
Winner: Kinky Boots (?)
What should have won and got SNUBBED. HARD: MATILDA (So, apparently everybody saying "Yeah Yeah Yeah" is more complex and stirring than ANY of the lyrics in "Quiet.")!


Best Book of a Musical:
Winner: MATILDA!
What should have won: MATILDA!

Best Musical:
Winner: Kinky Boots
What should have won: MATILDA!

The Top Ten Best Moments/Performances of the Night (including ANYTHING involving Neil Patrick Harris):
1.) THE. OPENING. NUMBER. WOW. JUST...BRILLIANCE IN EVERY WAY!
2.) The Audra McDonald and Neil Patrick Harris duet at the end. I would have been FURIOUS if they cut off their performance just to get straight to the eleven o' clock news (Speaking of cutting off, how crude was it for not getting a chance to see Once's entire performance?).
3.) MATILDA (IT'S NOT INSULTING! I'M REVOLTING! Absolutely the best musical performance of the night! ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT! GAH!)
4.) Pippin (Goose. Bumps. I cannot wait to see it if I ever get the chance)
5.) Rodgers & Hammerstein's Cinderella (Biggest surprise of the night. WOW. WONDERFUL!)
6.) The Phantom of the Opera (Happy 25th Anniversary! The woman playing Christine Daae has a beautiful voice!)
7.) A Christmas Story: The Musical (Those kids. That teacher. WOW!)
8.) Neil Patrick Harris' mash-ups. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE of them I laughed HARD.
9.) The "I Like To Star In A TV Show" performance. Hilarious!
10.) Liam Nesson: "I am the spirit of tragedy. Screw you."

Honorable Mentions:
--SANDY...kissing Neil Patrick Harris? SURE!
--Jane Lynch as Miss Hannigan. Classic!
--Spock presenting an award. SPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCK!
--Neil Patrick Harris texting and then getting his cell-phone smashed. WIN!
--MIKE. TYSON.



Until next time,

MEOW!

Thursday, June 6, 2013

MEOW! Presents: Can I find ANYTHING good to say about M. Night ShyamalamaBOOYAH's THE LAST AIRBENDER??

June 6th, 2013

MEOW!




Disclosure: I watched AVATAR: The Last Airbender on Nickelodeon when I was a kid, but haven't gotten the opportunity to re-watch it in a long time. I do, however, remember loving it quite a deal, and I also remember my passion for the show annoying the be-cheesus out of my sister Erin. One other thing I remember about the show? One word says all: Momo. Part bat and part Zoboomafoo, he was easily one of the best aspects of the whole series, and is a character that makes me smile like a wee young lad once again. So when I first saw the teaser trailer for M. Night ShyamalamaBOOYAH's The Last Airbender, I was rather intrigued. That is...until...the fire nation came. Or should I say an audience of critics and moviegoers. Not only did it receive an insipid response from fanboys(and girls) of the show, but good lord, it also received a 6% from critics on Rotten Tomatoes. They weren't just wagging their fingers of shame at the post converted 3-D version; they were wagging their fingers of shame to almost everyone involved in this interpretation of the well-known cartoon series. That was unlike anything I've ever heard or seen. So I'll openly admit that the first time I've watched this film in its entirety was last night, even though I have seen some utterly despicable clips on YouTube beforehand. But I had to ask myself before watching this supposedly piece of smelly lettuce ("Lettuce leave?"): is it possible to not find ANYTHING good to say about M. Night ShyamalamaBOOYAH'S The Last Airbender?

Well, let's get this out of the way first: it's bad. And when I say bad, I mean that it truly is a piece of smelly lettuce for most of its running time. I sat there not only confounded as to why ShyamalamaBOOYAH made such stupid "artistic" choices (Just to name a few...or a lot: Aang (Noah Ringer) is pronounced "Ong," Uncle Iroh looks like a drunk Nicolas Cage even though he's supposed to be a Yoda-like wise-cracker, everybody is acting all serious even though it's not staying true to the spirit of the cartoon, there's a yell performed by the Northern Water Tribe that will go down as one of the most unintentionally hilarious moments in cinematic history, oh my god, the list goes on and on and etc.); I was also booooooooooored out of my skull, so much to the point that it doesn't deserve a cult following like Tommy Wiseau's masterpiece of intentional awfulness titled The Room. Why? Because, unlike The Room, this film is unintentionally awful. ShyamalamaBOOYAH is trying to metaphorically say "Behold, one and all, I have made a beautiful work of art that shall be taught at film schools all over the universe. I'm the next Hitchcock and Kubrick! Just look at my long takes. Look at my subtle performances. The world shall be free at last, free at last, thank GOD almighty, we'll be free at last! BOO-YAH!" If by freedom, he means having us frozen in a giant ice ball for the next few-hundred years until we all disintegrate into dust, then...yeah, he makes a bit of sense. The Last Airbender is one stinky piece of smelly ol' lettuce--one filled with bad performances, an incomprehensible screenplay, and an overall witless direction by our good friend M. Night ShyamalamaBOOYAH!


Now...with ALL of that being said...


I...well...I can actually find a couple of good things to say about it. I say *a couple* generously.


For those of you who don't know, I am an enormous fan of James Newton Howard, and he composed the score for this film. While I wouldn't rank it as my absolute favorite score of his, whenever it counts, the film surprisingly soars. There's one long take when Ong..er Aang and Katara (Nicola Peltz) are doing martial arts in a widely-white environment (very snowy over there), and Howard's composition that goes along with the shot is nothing short of stunning. Then there's the climax, where Aang creates a tidal wave of water based on thinking about his own past, which causes the ships of the fire nation to almost flip over. It would've made an enormous difference had Howard helped ShyamalamaBOOYAH direct this film. It's an absolutely beautiful sequence that doesn't belong in a film as terrible as this, but it does provide some much needed relief from the horribleness that came before. 


And lo, what horribleness! There's a reading that is read via voice over by Katara when ShyamalamaBOOYAI'msodonewiththisjoke could have used his imagination a little bit more. By jove, he could have used his imagination in other scenes as well. I'm not one to pick on child or teenage actors, but the actors Shyamalan got to portray the roles of Aang, Katara and Sokka (Jackson Rathbone of Twilight fame...TA-DA!) are severely inexperienced; I've seen superior young(er) actors at the East Hartford Summer Youth Festival (who also DID NOT GET PAID FOR IT, AND POURED ALL OF THEIR HEARTS AND SOULS INTO THEIR PERFORMANCES. But I strongly digress). Momo gets side-lined for ninety-five percent of the film, Aasif Mandvi from The Daily Show with Jon Stewart is somehow in this film (nothing against him at all; it's just...really...odd seeing him in a film like this), it's too rushed, none of the characters are developed in the slightest, and unless if you're familiar with the cartoon, this film will make zero sense to you. ZERO to ZERO. Oh, give me a freakin' break.


It's an enormous lose-lose for both targeted groups: those who have an everlasting nostalgia over the cartoon, and those who are yearning to watch a really good film. The Last Airbender is a terrible exercise in self-indulgence by Shyamalan, who is responsible for the rage of critics and fanboys all around the world. And what's sad is that this film had a potential to be something wonderfully entertaining; just watch that beautiful climax out of context! While I wouldn't claim it as the worst film I've ever seen (God bless James Newton Howard), this one is a skip in either two or post-converted three dimensions.

Out of the sixteen letters of its title, I give The Last Airbender...

  

Until next time,

MOMO!

MEOW! Presents: SUNRISE, SUNSET: My Reviews of BEFORE SUNRISE and BEFORE SUNSET right here!

June 6th, 2013

MEOW!



Have you ever come across a film that you choose to write about, and have incredible difficulty finding the right words to express how wonderful it is? I guess that's what love does to people, and when analyzing a film like Before Sunrise, it feels like a definition of such an idea. I'll just cut straight to the heart in a metaphorical sense: Before Sunrise is an absolutely WONDERFUL film, with a WONDERFULLY bold direction by Richard Linklater, a WONDERFULLY written screenplay by Kim Krizan and Richard Linklater, and two WONDERFUL performances by Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy. Simply put, it's WONDERFUL! 


The beautifully simple premise? Two people, a man and a woman, meet on a train and strike up a conversation; they enjoy each other's companies so much that they decide to continue more insightful conversations in Vienna until they eventually fall in love with each other. Now on an explicit level, that doesn't sound like much, but the beauty of a conversation between two people is the amount of emotional and intellectual depth they both seem to have. While their ramblings may not be entirely accurate, it's one's perception of another that determines their own beliefs, which is, hey, just like someone investing their energy into a film. 


Speaking of which, boy, where do I begin? Some of my favorite moments of this film were playing in my thoughts for the rest of the day. One is when Jesse (Ethan Hawke) successfully convinces Celine (Julie Delpy) to get off the train and walk around Vienna with him. Another is when they are both in a record shop, and while listening to a song, they have subtle facial expressions that say "Hmmm...should we kiss to this soOH NO, look away." Then there's the ending. Oh gosh, that ending; I can go on and on about it, but I would be spoiling one of the most satisfying endings ever committed to celluloid.


Those scenes, along with several others, are contained in a heartfelt and thoughtful screenplay written by Kim Krizan and Richard Linklater. One line of dialogue excellently sums up my opinion regarding the art of conversation itself:



"If there's any kind of magic in this world...it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something. I know it's almost impossible to succeed...but who cares, really? The answer must be in the attempt."

Krizan and Linklater's dialogue is enhanced through the brilliantly nuanced performances of Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy. I swear, their chemistry is so natural that you could believe that they are a couple in real-life. They are also responsible for not only carrying this film, but elevating it to its true, ambitious potential, and they pull it off with exceptional ease (The only nitpick I have with Delpy is that her accent is sometimes so thick that one would have to strain to understand exactly what she's saying. However, it's easy to understand the basis of what she's talking about to Jesse, and also, love is a universal language, so...yeah, nitpick done). On top of that, Lee Daniel's cinematography beautifully captures the atmosphere of falling in love in a romantic setting, while also remaining on a realistically grounded and plausible level. Also notable are some of the long-take sequences; there's one take of Jesse and Celine talking to each other on a trolley for approximately ten minutes. It's an exhilarating commitment to those working behind and in front of the camera.

Before Sunrise will not be for everyone, especially for those who are used to mind-blowing action sequences and over-the-top characters (I personally don't mind them as long as it's done well and serves a legitimate purpose). But for any couple who will be more than happy to watch a romantic film together, for any person wishing to seek a legitimate concept of either happiness, love, melancholy or sadness, or for anyone just wanting to watch an absolutely WONDERFUL piece of cinema, I have four words of advice just for you: Get. Off. That. Train! 




Before Sunset was a film that I immediately looked forward to the minute Sunrise's credits began to roll, and for the most part, it met and sometimes exceeded my expectations, though I must admit that the magic of its predecessor is no longer apparent. To be fair, that's not entirely the film's fault; the characters that we've come to know and love in Sunrise have obviously matured, and understood more about the world than most of us would even know. Maybe they know a little too much for my taste, and perhaps the structure of when they speak becomes a little overdrawn and repetitive during the first half. Still, it's excellently acted and crafted once again; it leaves me curious about how Before Midnight will turn out.


Set nine years after the events of Sunrise, Jesse (Ethan Hawke) and Celine (Julie Delpy) reunite in a french bookstore after Jesse's book signing; you can't help but feel satisfied with their reunion after all those years of separation. From there, they continue with even more conversations before Jesse has to board a plane just before sunset (<--The puns. They're alive). One conversation in a french taxi cab reveals a couple of truths about themselves, and they wonder if the lives they're living right now are worth changing for the better after all. 


There are a few touches in this film that I found inspired. One is that Paris in Sunset strikes an appropriately familiar resemblance with Vienna in Sunrise; it allows the nostalgia of Jesse and Celine's previous experience nine years ago to speak for itself, even when they are talking about something entirely different. There's also one long take when Celine holds a cat while they are both walking upstairs; whether Delpy is a cat-lover can remain a mystery for now, but anyone who authentically holds a cat for such a long period time deserve major props in my book. And if I may say, Celine can sing me a waltz any time of the week (especially without auto-tune!); it's easily a highlight out of both of these films. 


It's those touches that beautifully re-capture what I loved about Before Sunrise, and they are more than enough to recommend it, but there's no doubt in my mind that the magic is long and gone. For the first half of this film, it feels like one long conversation while not allowing the viewer to absorb the information that Jesse and Celine are talking about. And while this is the shortest of the two (the shortest of the three if you count Midnight), the film is more drawn out than it needs to be; it's understandable why since it's their first encounter in nine years, but what they are talking about starts to get too repetitive in its own structure. 


That being said, what keeps Before Sunset afloat are the performances of Ethan Hawke, Julie Delpy, and I would even say Richard Linklater. Yes, even a film director can give a great performance behind the camera, and Linklater's bond with these two actors demonstrate how much of a bond all three of them have. So while it's no Sunrise, it does continue these characters' journies in a positive light, and I am curious to see how it will play out just before the stroke of twelve (that is, if it EVER comes out around my hometown). 


Out of the thirteen letters of its title, I give Before Sunrise:

 


 


And out of the twelve letters of its title, I give Before Sunset:

   




Until next time,

MEOW!