Showing posts with label Moonrise Kingdom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moonrise Kingdom. Show all posts

Aug 5, 2012

I completely forgot this was shot in the Bay Area.



And, we were just at the Sutro Baths a few weeks ago.  Criterion have done an absolutely amazing job with their bluray, and this comes about as highly recommended a purchase as I could make for all of you folks out there.

My stock for Harold and Maude has been up and down for decades now.  This is about as fond of it as I have ever been, and I totally want to run through all of Hal Ashby's films right now.  Gosh, I wish Criterion could do The Last Detail and Shampoo, too.


"Vice, virtue.  It's best not to be too moral.  You cheat yourself out of too much life.  Aim above morality.  If you apply that to life, then you're bound to live life fully."

And, of course, 

"Don't get officious.  You're not yourself when you're officious -- that is the curse of a government job."


Jul 9, 2012

Considering that I could not even

Get the title right, in yesterday's fauxluxe post -- the film is called To Rome with Love, not From Rome with Love -- that should give you some idea of my expectations going in to the movie.

And, I got just about what I expected.

One of the most disconcerting things about Woody's Tour Through Great European Cities, is the fact that his films are way too long now.  Just as you could always count on seeing those elegant Windsor EF light condensed typeface white on black title sequences, could you also count on Woody getting you out of the theater in about an hour and a half.  Not any more.





Woody's signature typeface.


To Rome with Love certainly could have used an edit job.  So, could have Midnight in Paris, to be honest, which I like less and less every day, the further I get away from it.  There are four stories in this movie, and only two of them are really worth exploring:  the newlywed story, starring Penelope Cruz, and the Jesse Eisenberg/Alec Baldwin/Ellen Page/Greta Gerwig love triangle story.  


The newlywed story is a tip of the cap to dozens of Italian filmmakers, telling the old familiar yarn that outside experience for both partners can bring the "true" lovers closer together.  Even Tinto Brass has been exclusively ploughing this field for decades now.  


(By the way, I love how my own Wife is now scooping this blog, writing about Ms Cruz on another platform yesterday.  Thanks, dear.)


The Wife is absolutely correct, though.  Ms Cruz is a crackling hot "perfect" version of feminine beauty.  And, there were moments when I was not paying attention to the subtitles, either, preferring to admire Ms Cruz taking off her shoes and lay supine on a hotel bed.  


Ms Cruz is five foot six.




The love triangle story, though very funny, and insightful at times, ended very limply, indeed. Our heroes never really seemed to be in any serious danger, and the confrontation scene is never played, at all, due to the fact that a deus ex machina whisks Ellen Page back stateside, making it all a "very close call" in the end, and no one gets hurt.  


That ain't what Manhattan is like.  Or Annie Hall.  Or Hannah and Her Sisters.  Or Crimes and Misdemeanors.  


(I am flipping watching Crimes and Misdemeanors today.  That is a gripping dangerous love triangle story, two of them.)


I had a good time.  It was my first time at the Orinda Theater, which was really cool.  There was a decent sized house.  We were the youngest people there, and we sat closest to the screen.  The older folks sat way at the back and clearly enjoyed the film, laughing uproariously throughout.  


After Renee and I saw Moonrise Kingdom at the Metreon, we talked about the film.  Renee liked it, but admitted that she was probably "over" Wes Anderson now.  Of course, I adore Moonrise Kingdom, and probably will love it forever.  But, Renee said, also, that she will never get "over" Woody Allen.  


Maybe it is that Windsor typeface? Once she sees those credits roll, Renee knows she will be in a pleasant, comfortable, very funny environment that makes her feel warm inside.  She keeps speaking of nutritional qualities, and her lack of interest in films/art that seek to enrich her life.  


But there are all different types of enrichment, and you really should not judge them.  They are just different.  I think she is getting more nourishment from Woody's films than she cares to let on.  And, that is a beautiful thing.


Or, heck, she will probably start her own blog, and rebut everything I have said here.


(just kidding, Angel)


































Monday, going to see Ms Park in a couple of hours, "Look at me.  Open your mouth.  Not so wide."  






















Mwah, ... 

Jun 9, 2012

Recent Conversations with Nick C, #1

Wes Anderson is Karl Marx's nightmare.

Anderson makes films so detailed and fetishistic that he creates konsumterror in his cultish fans by creating demand for products that do not exist, are not even on the market.

Think of the Adidas Team Zissou shoes in The Life Aquatic, or the paintings and books and records in The Royal Tenenbaums.

Right now there are thousands of fans desperate to purchase, acquire Suzy's young adult fiction books (each one created by a different artist for the film), or Khaki Scouts shirts, complete with distinctive commendation badges.

It is the most ingenious and perfect sort of "Product Placement" I have ever seen in film.

Absolute genius.











Just read this.











End o' the week, hoo-ray!
All my Saturday love,
Ardent

Jun 4, 2012

The Wife made a spot-on

Observation yesterday morning.

If Renee and I had run away like Suzy and Sam from Moonrise Kingdom, the roles would have been reversed.  Renee would have packed like Sam, with hunting knives, food, water, ropes, maps, a compass, tent roll, etc, ... Whereas, I would have packed like Suzy, with a suitcase full of books, a battery-operated record player, one Françoise Hardy seven-inch, batteries, a kitten, and tins of cat food.










xxxoooxxx

We were mighty pressed for time,

Encountered two traffic slow-downs, had to navigate parking in what might be the world's largest garage, figure out automated ticket buying, settle for pre-made popcorn, find a bathroom, and find the theater in the airport terminal known as the Metreon in The City.

(What is up with the Metreon? It was Renee and I's first visit there, and both of us never want to go back.  Very strange; teenagers canoodling on tables, Prom kids -- looking very lovely -- swanning through the mob and holding court, graybeards playing pinball, indie kids posing with paperbacks, the expected Avengers crew in an Avenger length queue.  Honestly, this type of melange of humanity would normally please me to no end.  Perhaps, because we were in a hurry? Was it the popcorn problem? We shook our heads disgustedly on the way out.  Never again.)

But we made it on time, despite our adventures.  (I was off at four.  The film played at ten past five.) And there is nothing more sexy on a movie date than arriving just as the film begins.


Jared Gilman.


And what of Moonrise Kingdom? Well, I am not sure if I am in a state worthy of speaking of the film in a critical manner.  But, I will try my best.  I have not felt this dreamy, this elated, this dazed upon leaving a movie theater in I do not know how long.  The film had such a personal connection to me that I felt as if I had watched it alone, as if my Wife were nowhere near me, that the rest of the house had never existed.

Wes Anderson's style has not changed.  It is the same as all his other films: inset shots, the same pastel pallet, an extra massive plot point precisely halfway through the film, the excruciating attention to detail, the composed shots, the triumphant anti-authoritarian slow motion sequence, the quick pans and tilts, the dollhouse half sets, and on and on, ...

But it is the love story in this film, a love story of two twelve year old children, both with considerable baggage in addition to what they carry when they run away together, that elevates this particular Anderson film to greatness,  and that means Moonrise Kingdom can sit comfortably on the shelf next to Anderson's other two masterpieces, Bottle Rocket and Rushmore.

On the island of New Penzance -- an island with no paved roads; an island of sad, fucked-up misfit adults -- it takes two damaged children with the guts and passion and love necessary to create a history for themselves to save the grown-ups and their sad little corner of the world, to survive the flood and cultivate and produce a new golden fulsome harvest the next Autumn.

But in like all the best fairy tales and myths there will blood and shocks and hurts and pain.  There will be some that will not be pleased with the violence in this film.  I understand their point of view and I respect it.  But, I think it is absolutely essential to the story being told here.  Although not even remotely as violent as the film, Drive, I see Moonrise Kingdom and Drive as authentic heartfelt modern fairy tales.  Drive is a modern Arthurian legend, and Moonrise Kingdom allegorizes the Old Testament's Great Flood and the "virtuous heroine" adventure stories that our lead female character, Suzy, likes to read.   Both films would make a smashing double feature.  (But which to show first?)

And, I do not think I have ever seen a finer, more poetic, more honest, touching love scene for children in the American cinema.  It is something so difficult to do.  And, I have only been completely convinced and swept off my feet with these type of love scenes when watching french films.  The love scenes in Moonrise Kingdom reminded me of Eric Rohmer. Or Truffaut.  So, naturellement,  we will be listening to a Françoise Hardy record as these scenes play, infuriating Anderson's numerous vehement critics, crying out, "Clever clogs!" or "Precious!" Fine.  But it is beautiful to me.

I am still in a daze thinking about this film.  Just like it took me a few days to absorb and process Drive.  Both films are supremely heavy on style, yet, both films are able to transcend style and touch your heart, move you.  They are the work of two master film makers at the absolute top of their game, stunning achievements.


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Random favorite moments from Moonrise Kingdom:  the earrings; "Do the other one."; the opening sequence with a Child's Guide to the Orchestra playing; the battery operated record player; the kitten; the treehouse; the triumphant slow motion walk out of the chapel tent; the other scouts scene where they join forces w/ Sam and Suzy; "I love you, but you don't know what you're talking about."; Sam and Suzy's hilarious and poignant epistolary sequence; Suzy's expression when Sam asks, "No, what type of bird are you?"; the stellar yet awkward naive performances delivered by Kara Hayward and Jared Gilman as Suzy and Sam; the production of Noye's Fludde; the tennis ball can; Sam and Suzy's heads peeking out over the church steeple; Jason Schwartzmann; Tilda Swinton hanging up the phone; Françoise Hardy; that the adult characters are so deeply realized despite having hardly any dialogue, at all; and the film's position that children can save their parents.  What a lovely idea that is.

Kara Hayward.












All my Monday love,
Ardent







May 2, 2012

I am thinking it is looking like a The Life Aquatic (UPDATED 5/3/12!)

Kind of night.





And, remember, Wes Anderson's latest, Moonrise Kingdom, opens in four weeks.

Woo-hoo!

(Just got home from a five AM to one-thirty PM shift.  I am sooooo sleepy.  I am sending all of my sleepy love to all of you.  Ciao!)




-- ardent henry













"Anne-Marie, do all the interns get Glocks?"





UPDATE! (5/3/12):

Renee really wanted to go to Baddabing (Va de Vi) here in Walnut Creek, so I got my rally monkey on, and then we fell asleep on the couch watching the second season of Black Books.  

I will watch The Life Aquatic tonight when I get home from work.  

Mar 31, 2012

Gosh & Golly!

Spring is here and things are looking up.

Finally, there is joy, reading the NYT Friday Movie page.  I want to see Scenes of a Crime, Turn Me On Damnitt, Moonrise Kingdom, Damsels in Distress, and about three or four others, ...


"Watch out for the operators."

Next week is my birthday.  Baseball season is about to begin. (Yu Darvish vs Ichiro and the Mariners on Monday, April 9.)  Soon the sun will be setting at 8:30 pm.  (Heaven!)

6'6" and very handsome, too.



My parents are in town for the weekend, taking Renee & I to Rivoli for a birthday dinner on Monday.



I will take some time off after Inventory Thursday.

Renee & I (and Molly and Mavis) are healthy and happy and things are looking up!


Gosh & Golly!





All my love,
Ardent

Feb 7, 2012

Scattershot film notes:

The Iron Lady, as discussed before, was not all that good.  Too much slow dancing, too much romance, not enough policy, or Question Time.

Ah, to be young & famous.
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Also saw Crazy Stupid Love on the tube, and it was not very good, either.  Emma Stone and Ryan Gosling were the best thing it.  Their "sex scene" was the best part of the film.  (And when Mr Gosling took his shirt off, I swear Renee's jaw dropped.  I think she has a new movie star crush. That is fine w/ me, I love Ryan Gosling, too.)  The ending of Crazy Stupid Love was lame, as well. (The whole film is kind of an unfocussed mess.)  The ending was v derivative of Wes Anderson's work.  The Wife disagrees w/ me on the last point.

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And speaking of Wes Anderson, we saw the trailer for his new film in between trailers for the upcoming Godfather one-night events (yawn, I will not be in queue for those films), and Titanic 3D (nope, ain't interested in that, either.)

The trailer was identifiable as a Wes Anderson flick mere seconds in to it.  And it looks like all his other films.  And I do not care.  I could really use a good dose of Wes right now.  I am extremely excited.



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Watched Pauline à la Plage last night.  (I am sick.  It is just a cold.)  It was so wonderful.  I love Eric Rohmer so much, all his talky comedies about love, seduction, pursuit, philosophy, and the meaning of love.  His films are like beautiful little pill boxes or Russian nesting dolls, so charming and delightful.  I will watch more Rohmer when I get home tonight.  Sick, under covers, covered with cats, eating soup, and drinking clear hody.



xxxoooxxx,
Ardent