Posts Tagged ‘abuse’

Bastard out of Carolina

Bastard out of Carolina

Wednesday, April 15th, 2009

I know, it’s bad that I took so long to see this, and even worse that I saw Hounddog first. It boded well for this, though, that I wasn’t too impressed by Hounddog. I love Jena Malone, and the rest of the cast of this (made for TV) movie is impressive too. I have to say, though, maybe I expected too much something that was absolutely better than Hounddog from the off; and it takes a while for this one to warm up.

There are movies that touch on grey areas of what some people think is “child abuse” that kinda get on my nerves when they reach an absolute conclusion. The good (for want of a better word) news is that here there’s no such doubt here that what Malone’s character is subjected to is abuse and that the character responsible gets what he deserves. It’s very much a “powerful” movie in that slightly meaningless sense of the word that will appeal most to self-righteous couchbound social commentators (hey, whatcha lookin’ at mefer?), but it’s still far better than Hounddog and certainly better than most TV movies..



Sleepwalking

Sleepwalking

Monday, October 6th, 2008

This one is a really interesting experience. I’ve been looking forward to it for AnnaSophia Robb but the rest of the cast ain’t too shabby either. Charlize Theron is fantastic in her short bit of screentime, in fact when she left the movie so early I was a little disappointed as, it has to be said, it’s not one of AnnaSophia’s most memorable or brilliant performances – at least in those early scenes. Nick Stahl and Woody Harrelson, too, are great.

But for almost a full half of the running time, it’s not much to write home about at all. It’s very melancholy, very downbeat, for the most part perfectly played by the actors and crew etc – but, kinda like The Wackness, it’s the kind of small movie that’s been done a thousand times before and at least a handful of those thousand times were miles better.

It’s when Nick Stahl and AnnaSophia hit the road to find Theron, however, that the movie really switched gears for me. There are some really beautiful moments in the second half of the movie – it’s almost the inverse of Robb’s performance in Have Dreams Will Travel – that disappointment I had in her performance early on pays off as her character finds herself on the road, playing hide and seek with Stahl, that almost iconic image of her that graces the movie’s poster, a scene in which she grabs the attention of two pre-teen boys by smoking and then rollerskating to the edge of a diving board before jumping in the water – it’s one of those stories about a young girl discovering to her surprise the things that she can do and the power that she has; and no matter how average the rest of the movie is, moments like that in movies always mean a lot to me.

When the third pleasant surprise in the cast – Dennis Hopper – shows up, it almost begins to feel like True Romance … and then things get really squiffy. If it weren’t for the cast and the skill with which its all done, I wouldn’t hesitate to call this movie a mess – in fact, I still wanna call it a mess. But it has just enough in it, for me at least, to keep it floating gently.



Personal Velocity: Three Portraits

Personal Velocity: Three Portraits

Tuesday, May 27th, 2008

Yikes. I thought this would turn out to be the best of the three movies I watched last night, I love Rebecca Miller’s Angela which I mentioned in the Ripe review, I must watch that again and review it some time – but I couldn’t have been more wrong. I normally love this kind of thing – Nine Lives springs to mind, obviously Short Cuts … I love strong independent female characters like this, and I love all three of the actresses playing the parts. Even the Little Children style voiceover didn’t bug me so much at the start, in retrospect because I figured it was going to be a Little Children style voiceover.

Well, let’s focus on the voiceover. It basically ruins the movie and is best summarised by one of the lines in it at the end following Fairuza Balk’s character spotting cuts and bruises on the arm of a hitchhiker she picked up – “She saw the edge of a wound, bruises …” he says … yes, thank you, we just saw that. It just bugged the hell out of me all the way and that was the last straw. I’ve read a couple of reviews, including Roger Ebert’s, that singles out the Balk story as the most engaging, and it’s true, but honestly even there I just wasn’t grabbed by this movie at all as much as I expected to be. The subtitle reads “Three Portraits” and I’d honestly rather see three beautiful photographs of the actresses – or even blown up stills from the movie, they all certainly have their standalone moments – hanging on the wall of an art gallery. The 90 minute blessing really doesn’t apply here, I’m afraid.



Mommie Dearest

Mommie Dearest

Sunday, May 18th, 2008

“… Jesus Christ.”

Well, if nothing else, this is an unforgettable experience. I didn’t know much about this movie at all until only recently when a little birdy piqued my interest without so much as even mentioning the stunning young performance by Mara Hobel, who plays the young Christina Crawford for a much larger portion of the movie than I would’ve expected.

If there’s a problem, it’s that though Faye Dunaway is undeniably fascinating in the title role as Joan Crawford, she’s still Faye Dunaway and not Joan Crawford. I don’t know if that quite makes sense to anyone else. The movie opens with a series of shots of fragments of her body and face, and they convey an impression of Crawford that is almost creepily convincing … until the reveal of the face, which belongs to Faye Dunaway. Maybe it’s because I’ve not seen any of Crawford’s movies outside of Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? (not a bad preparation for watching this, incidentally), but I’d count Dunaway as as great a movie star as Crawford … and for me that kind of got in the way somehow.

Henry Mancini’s score is great, as is the actress who plays the older Christina. It’s a little TV-ish … I’m almost inclined to recommend the Shirley Temple biopic I watched recently as a perfect double bill companion, though the two couldn’t be more different in mood. It’s a movie I’ll certainly watch again and probably even add to my DVD collection sometime. It really is perfectly encapsulated by that quote I began with, lol, it’s another I’d really rather just say, “Just see it!” than strain to fill 3 paragraphs over.



Jesus Camp

Jesus Camp

Tuesday, December 4th, 2007

“The Devil goes after the young. Those who cannot fend for themselves.”

You said it, Miss Fischer …

You kind of get the gist of where this documentary is going early on, when evangelist leader Becky Fischer asks a crowd of parents and children, “who believes God can do anything?” and we see one mother forcing the hands of her two kids – who don’t look old enough to even raise their own hands on command let alone have such an opinion – in the air.

It’s hard to write a lot on this documentary, or any like it, without spilling over into a mess of a babble on the contentious issues and one’s own opinion on it rather than focusing on the basic film-making quality, such are the touchy topics it covers.

In a nutshell, this movie shows a pretty intense “camp” – a training ground for young evangelists where I guess the highlight is Fischer talking about Harry Potter, referring to him as a warlock, and therefore he makes the baby Jesus cry.

But apparently Fischer isn’t as upset about the movie as you’d expect from the picture it paints – I read on Wikipedia, “To Fischer, the real message of Jesus Camp is to show how passionate children can be when given the right opportunities.” Right. And there are moments here where the pendulum does swing her way, you do see good things coming out of it; one girl, for example, has unbelievable strength against the obvious taunts she gets at school for her beliefs etc. But, y’know, as to the passion thing? You could get that by giving them large quantities of junk food too. It doesn’t make it good. Like a radio DJ – the only real voice in the movie that calls a spade a spade and tells her how crazy she is, since you really don’t need any voice but her own to tell you that – tells her over the phone, you can get kids to do anything, you can turn them into soldiers, anything. Now I guess the argument for Fischer in answer to that is – well, at least she’s not doing that. The worst most of these kids are ever gonna really do is annoy people. It could be worse. But it’s still incredibly sad to see kids – at times, incredibly smart kids – basically having their lives snatched away from them in the name of God.

I don’t have problems with other people’s beliefs, and I’m sure for some of these kids whatever the camp leaves them with might be much better than any other alternatives. But anything that teaches, nay forces, children so young to be so certain about something which, by its very nature, is forever uncertain – that’s what bugs me the most.

As to the film itself, it is certainly well-made, arresting, and at only 90 minutes, refreshingly short for a documentary. Like I said, really only the DJ flat-out “makes a case” either way for or against Fischer, she pretty much damns herself. There’s no narration and only a few snippets of text impart basic pieces of information about locations and names etc. There’s really not a lot of gimmickery involved. It’s what I’d call “a proper documentary”, and it’s pretty scary.