Friday, August 5, 2016

"Absolutely Fabulous: The Movie" and The Week in Reviews

[I review the new movie "Absolutely Fabulous: The Movie" as well as DVDs "Green Room" and "The Adderall Diaries." The Book of the Week is "The Real James Dean: Intimate Memories From Those Who Knew Him Best." I also bring you up-to-date with "My 1001 Movies I Must See Before I Die Project" with the classic Lon Chaney silent film "The Unknown"]




Absolutely Fabulous: The Movie



Edina (Jennifer Saunders) and Patsy (Joanna Lumley) are back, this time in a feature film where Edina accidentally knocks Kate Moss into the Thames, and thinking she has killed her, they flee to the South of France.

What can I say, Sweetie Darling?

Well, I can say that this movie is absolutely fabulous!

I have been watching AbFab (that's what us real fans call it), the BBC TV show, ever since it first aired on PBS back in the 1990's and later aired on BBCAmerica with some anniversary specials. I couldn't get enough of the antics of Edina and Patsy, two over-the-top British friends who overindulged themselves in booze, drugs and fashion trends. My then young daughter and I were faithful watchers, though now looking back, I am questioning my parenting skills as in letting a little girl watch the debauched antics of those two.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with the show, Edina Monsoon is a heavy-drinking, drug-taking PR agent who embraces every fashion trend and pop culture fad in an effort to stay young and hip to hilarious results.  Her best friend is Patsy Stone, whose boozing, drug taking and promiscuity makes Edina look like a nun.  Both women are over-the-top and absolutely fabulous, well, in their own minds, anyway.

Edina has a daughter, Saffron (Julia Sawalha) who by contrast IS practically a nun.  She is buttoned-up and disapproving of her mother, and she hates Patsy.  The feelings are mutual, though Edina is dependent on "Saffy" for money and support when her projects and ideas go awry.  Edina's mother (June Whitfield), who appears to go in and out of dementia, also lives with them as does Bubble (Jane Horrocks), Edina's wacky and ditsy personal assistant. British celebrities weave in and out as Edina attempts to maintain her credibility as a PR agent while at the same time screwing up at every turn.

This first AbFab feature length film finds Patsy and Edina now in their 60's, but they don't plan on going quietly.  Edina is still self-absorbed and still running her PR business, but finding herself losing money and worse, becoming less and less relevant.  She is also not enjoying getting older.  When Patsy discovers that model Kate Moss is looking to change her PR representation, she tells Edina, and the push is on to get Moss as a client.  While attending a fashion event, Edina and Patsy, or I should say, Eddie and Pats, see Kate Moss sitting out on the edge of the balcony out on the terrace.  Edina rushes up to Kate to speak to her and accidentally knocks her off the balcony and into the Thames where she is thought to have drowned. Pats and Eddie take Bubble out in a boat to try to find Kate.  They outfit Bubble with a headlamp and order her to swim around looking for Kate, and suddenly Bubble too is gone and presumed drowned.

Now they are really screwed so to avoid all of the media attention (something which under other circumstances they would bask in), the two flee to the South of France to lie low and try to get out of their predicament.  How Patsy pretending to be a man will help them is anybody's guess, but that's what is so fun about these two.  They don't make any sense and everything they do, every idea they have is full on. They are unpredictable and very, very funny.  All sorts of the usual Patsy and Eddie hijinks ensue.

The TV series was written by Jennifer Saunders and was based on a sketch created by her and her comedy partner Dawn French ("French and Saunders"), who makes an appearance in the film.  And so do many other celebrities.  In addition to Moss (who does not appear to be aging well - meow), there is Graham Norton, Lulu (who is looking very good these days), Stella McCartney, Jerry Hall, and many more.  Saunders brilliantly skewers our obsession with celebrity, image, youth, the media, materialism and everything else that her skeptical eyes come across.

Some favorite funny moments:  an upset Edina says she needs to practice her mindlessness and Bubble reading Nietzsche and chuckling.

Written by Saunders and directed by Mandie Fletcher, the film is a send-up of women who can't accept getting old, women who are fashion victims and the whole adoration of pop culture.  But it's also about an enduring female friendship.

Saunders and Lumley as Edina and Patsy do not disappoint.  Saunders is always funny as the insecure, bumbling Edina.  With Lumley being so over-the-top, it's easy to overlook Saunders' comic abilities, but her quirky Edina mannerisms are subtle and very funny.  But it's Lumley who is center stage here as Patsy, with her ever-present cigarette dangling from her lips and her physical humor.  She is just shameless, and they both are absolutely fabulous.

From Patsy waking up in the morning after being passed out on the toilet and injecting herself with botox to Edina's outlandish outfits, it's an AbFab reunion you will love, especially if you are already familiar with the TV show or love British humor.  For those of you who have not had the pleasure, doing a little catch up on the TV show would probably add to your enjoyment of the movie, but however you get there, join the party!

And as I said in my "Ghostbusters" review, who said women aren't funny?  Now I can say, "Who said women of a certain age aren't funny?"

Rosy the Reviewer says...the most fun I have had in a movie theatre all year (and it didn't hurt that they served champs)!



***Some Movies You Might Have Missed***
(And Some You Will Be Glad You Did)!





Green Room (2015)


A punk rock band witnesses a murder in a skinhead bar...oops!

Pat (Anton Yelchin), Sam (Alia Shawcat), Reece (Joe Cole) and Tiger (Callum Turner) are members of a punk rock band called "The Ain't Rights.  Like most wannabe bands, they are traveling around on a shoestring doing gigs.  While in the Pacific Northwest, they meet, Tad (David W. Thompson), a local radio personality, who gets them a gig outside of Portland.  Turns out the gig is at a skinhead bar in a remote part of Oregon.  Ruh, roh.

The audience is an unruly bunch who spit, throw bottles and glasses at the stage, but the band eventually wins them over. After the show Pat goes back to the green room and discovers a girl with a knife in her head.  Not good.  He calls the police, but the bouncers, Gabe and Big Justin, are not happy about that, and Gabe pays a skinhead to stab another one as a sort of cover story.   He also calls Darcy, the bar owner (Patrick Stewart), who decides the best way out of this is to kill the band so there are no witnesses.  This is not good news to the band so they barricade themselves in the green room.  Amber (Imogen Poots), a girl who witnessed the murder, is also in there with them.  They try to get out a few times and one of those times they discover a heroin lab in the building.  Double ruh, roh.

Let the disembowelment, shootings, stabbings and death by pit bull begin!  And let's just say, everyone doesn't get out of that damn green room alive, but the bad guys don't fare very well either.

This is a sort of slasher film but instead of knives the slashers are pit bulls.  Ick. It's one of those classic the hunted become the hunters, but let's just say the trailers for this were way scarier than the reality of the film.

Written and directed by Jeremy Saulnier, it's an interesting premise. What if you were a hardworking unknown band and you witness a murder and the Green Room becomes a horror chamber?  Unfortunately, it didn't end up being that horrific.

It's sad to see Yelchin here fighting off bad guys only to end up dead too young in real life and it's fitting that Imogen Poots is here because she went on to star in "Roadies," which is playing on Showtime now.

Patrick Stewart plays the intimidating owner.  Wonder what he did wrong that he ended up here.

Rosy the Reviewer says...there is some blood and gore and some thrills to be had but I actually thought the trailer was scarier.




The Adderall Diaries (2015)


A writer with a serious case of writer's block and substance abuse, becomes obsessed with a murder trial.

James Franco plays Stephen Elliott, a bestselling writer living in New York City.  He had written a memoir of growing up with an abusive and neglectful father who is now dead, but is suffering writer's block (what movie these days about writers doesn't involve writer's block?).  At a reading from his book, his father (Ed Harris) shows up saying he is alive and well, and none of what Elliott wrote about him is true. 

With his credibility in question, Elliott turns to a high profile murder in hopes of becoming the next Truman Capote, who famously wrote about the Clutter family murder in "In Cold Blood."  A woman has gone missing and her husband (Christian Slater) is arrested and goes on trial.  But as Elliott becomes fascinated with the murder trial, it brings back memories of his own life and calls those memories into question.  Amber Heard plays, Lana, a reporter covering the case.  Elliott and she get close and some hot bathtub sex ensues.  He also has some fetishes about pain - clothespins, clamps and the like.  Ew.  As the trial progresses, Elliott gets deeper and deeper into drugs and sexual kinky stuff with Amber until he goes off the rails completely.

A dark-haired Amber Heard, who you probably had never heard of until she married Johnny Depp, may be a strange duck as portrayed in the tabs but she is a very good actress.

Written and directed by Pamela Romanowsky (and based on the memoir by the real Stephen Elliott), the film explores our memories and the parent/child dynamic. When the accused Dad said he was the best Dad he could be, Elliott remembers his own Dad saying that.  We all have different perspectives from a parent vs. child perspective, and we sometimes remember our pasts in a way that saves us guilt and remorse.  We are quick to question memory in other people but not ourselves, but our memories can't be trusted because our memories are now colored by who we are now.

Those are some of the messages inherent in this film, which redeem it somewhat.  However, I can't recommend it.  I am starting to be afraid of James Franco movies.  When he stars, you know it's going to be a difficult and/or strange film.

Rosy the Reviewer says...though the messages in this film are profound, I can't recommend it because I don't want you to watch it and think, "Why the hell did she recommend this?"  It's not an easy film to watch.




***My 1001 Movies I Must See Before I Die Project***



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The Unknown (1927)


Two circus performers are both in love with the same girl and you won't believe what one of them will do to win her.

Lon Chaney was known as "The Man of a 1000 Faces" for a reason.  There was nothing he wouldn't do to create a character.  Here he plays a man with no arms who is part of a circus, and he is quite a curiosity since he is an armless man who is also knife-thrower (he throws with his feet).  He is in love with his assistant, the lovely Nanon (Joan Crawford).  Unfortunately, he has a rival in the strong man, handsome Malabar (Norman Kerry).  However, Nanon is tired of being pawed by men and hates men to touch her.  She hates mens' hands. 

"Hands. Men's hands!  How I hate them!"

So the fact that Alonzo has no hands is a plus.  A love triangle emerges as Malabar eventually convinces Nanon that he doesn't plan to paw her.

But here's the thing.  Alonzo really DOES have hand...and arms.  He and his cohort, Cojo (John George) are not only running a scam on the circus owner, Zanzi (Nick de Ruiz), who just happens to be Nanon's father, but they are robbing the towns where the circus performs.  Who would suspect an armless man of committing robberies, right?   

And let's just say that Alonzo is not only a fake and a robber, but he's also not a very nice guy.  He's one of those guys who says "If I can't have her, no one can!"  He gets in a fight with Zanzi and kills him.  Nanon sees the fight but not her father's killer, though she sees the hands.  Unfortunately for Alonzo, he has a hand with two thumbs.  He knows that Nanon saw his hands when he killed her Dad because she said he was killed by a man with two thumbs, so he decides he needs to cut off his arms for real.  And then he goes about trying to get rid of Malabar.  Will he get the girl?

Tod Browning, who later directed the well-known and shocking film "Freaks," also about a circus, wrote and directed this silent film as well.  Browning obviously had a thing for the strange and what Alonzo was willing to do for love would have also been shocking in its day.  Crawford had played many small parts in silents up until her starring turn here as Nanon.  She had to play a lot of floozies before she ended up the DRAMATIC ACTRESS she became.  I capitalize those two words because that was how Crawford saw herself and she was always over the top BIG. As Gloria Swanson said in "Sunset Boulevard," "I am big, it's the pictures that got small."

But it's Cheney's movie.  From his realistic depiction of an armless man to his smoking and throwing knives with his feet, it is clear that Cheney would do anything to create a character.

With all of the CGI and production values we have today, not to mention sound, when I first started watching this film I was thinking to myself "Who wants to watch silent films today?  How can we possibly relate?"  But it was a compelling 46 minutes .

Rosy the Reviewer says...expand your horizons with this classic film from the silent era.




***Book of the Week***





The Real James Dean: Intimate Memories from Those Who Knew Him Best
edited by Mr. Peter L. Winkler


A collection of reminiscences about the legendary screen icon from his teachers to the actors he worked with.

James Dean was a young actor whose untimely death at the age of 24 in a car crash epitomized the saying "Die young and leave a pretty corpse."  In the 1950's, Dean made three films where he played troubled, angry young men -  "Rebel Without a Cause," "East of Eden" and "Giant," all on the American Film Institute's list of the top 400 best movies of all time - but what many people may not realize is that all three films were released after his death and Dean never saw stardom in his lifetime. That could account for his almost mythic status today.

At the time of his shocking death, scores of interviews were given by those who knew him, and according to author Peter L. Winkler, those recollections would be lost if he had not gathered them into this compilation. There are personal accounts from everyone from his grandmother to his father to his teachers to his ex-lovers to actors and directors he knew or worked with (Hume Cronyn, Shelley Winters, Elia Kazan, Raymond Massey and others.  Vampira even weighs in (they were friends). He liked exotic women.

This compilation paints a picture of a talented but complex and tortured man. Dying at 24, it is difficult to say what Dean might have achieved.  But in death he became something he might never have become in real life - a legend .


Rosy the Reviewer says...A fascinating compendium but one wonders: does anyone really care about James Dean anymore?  You tell me!


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Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Why A Woman of a Certain Age Hates Summer

I know that "hate" is a strong word, so let me just say that I have always had an uneasy relationship with summer.

It's not really summer per se that I hate, it's all of the baggage that summer connotes.  It's not just the bathing suit issue but it's shorts and picnics and reruns and sun.  Let me elaborate.

It started early.

Let's begin with the sun.

I grew up on Lake Michigan so you would think that I was a beach bunny.  NOT! I had (and still do) the palest skin you can imagine.  Just sticking my arm out the car window would result in third degree burns.  I was so pale that my brother called me Casper (for the Friendly Ghost).  Thanks, Bro.  So while other people are swanning about in bathing suits and sleeveless dresses and shorts, I was wearing long sleeves and trousers.  Add that to the fact that I am now a woman of a certain age, I don't want those upper arms flapping around anyway, so sleeveless tops are out.  And I hate to say this, but the sun doesn't match how I feel when I wake up in the morning, either, which is crabby.  I am not a morning person and seeing that old sun there every single morning just doesn't match my mood and makes me feel even crabbier.  I am more of a rainy day kind of gal.  But then if it rains too much, I bitch about that too.




Heat.

I don't like heat, and summer brings the heat.  I don't like to be sweaty and now that I am of a certain age, my idea of a fun summer is sitting in front of a fan.



Power mowers and power washers.

Summer invites people to get out into their yards and cut the lawn, weed wack, power wash, and hell, why not build a deck while you are at it?  Anything so you can make some noise, guys, right?  And why not do it at 8am when I am trying to continue my beauty sleep?  Or why not get out the old weed wacker after I have had a hard day of retirement, when I am ready to sit out on the deck with Hubby and enjoy Happy Hour?  We even had one neighbor who power washed his car IN THE RAIN!


Picnics, which are also a big part of summer, are another thing I came to loathe.

There were just too many of them. My mother was obsessed with picnics.  She must not have had a very exciting life because her idea of a good time was eating outside.  We even had a picnic table in the driveway.  We had one of those homes where the garage was in the back of the house, so to put the car in the garage, you would drive down a driveway next to the house to get to the garage.  Well, our picnic table sat on the driveway in the back.  Every sunny day in summer, we had to haul all of the food out to the picnic table and then haul it all back in again when we were finished.  And if that wasn't bad enough, every Sunday after church if the weather was nice, we would have to go to the lake for a picnic. More hauling.






My sister managed to get out of some of this by sitting in the car listening to the ball game on the radio.  I would have joined her, but I didn't like sports either. I would have rather stayed home and watched "Louisiana Hayride" on TV. Anything but this.



Speaking of watching TV.

Another thing I hated about summer was the TV reruns.

Of course, as a woman of a certain age, I grew up when there were only three TV channels. The networks started their new programming every fall.  Now as you know, I am a TV addict and that started very early. I could recite every TV program on all three channels starting at 7pm all the way up to the late night talk shows for every day of the week.  And I was only seven! Back then, there were only so many network shows and once they aired the new ones, in summer they showed them again. So by the time summer rolled around, I had already seen all of the TV shows I wanted to see, so I couldn't wait until fall when there would be new ones.

Now that I am a woman of a certain age and I can choose from 100's of channels, reruns are not a problem but summer programming is.  In summer, the networks cart out new shows to test whether or not they are worth bringing back in the fall and most of them are duds.



Sunday drives

Though as a little girl I was plagued with Sunday drives most of the year, they were even more frequent in summer.  My mother didn't drive so the Sunday drive was a big deal for her. Like I said, she must not have had a very exciting life.  My Dad would drive, she would be sitting next to him up front oohing and ah-ing over other people's houses, and I would be bored out of my mind in the backseat, not to mention being nauseous from the food I had just eaten at that picnic I just endured. 

Now as a woman of a certain, I don't mind going for a bit of a ride but I just can't find the time. I am retired after all.



You feel guilty if you don't go outside.

I'm not really an outside person.  I can appreciate the beauty of nature but I prefer seeing it from the car or out my window while I am watching TV.  But in summer, especially around here, where it rains 9 months out of the year, when the sun comes out (and that's usually only in summer), you are made to feel guilty if you don't hop off your butt and run outside to catch the rays.


So as a woman of a certain age, summers can be an annoyance...but then I start remembering some happy childhood summers and am reminded how quickly the time has passed and that I should be grateful that I am still here for another summer when so many people are now gone.





And I am.

Oh, geez, the guy across the street is power-washing again!


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Friday, July 29, 2016

"The Fundamentals of Caring" and The Week in Reviews

[I review the new Netflix exclusive movie "The Fundamentals of Caring" as well as DVDs "Race" and "I Saw the Light." The Book of the Week is "Florence! Foster!! Jenkins!!!: The Life of the World's Worst Opera Singer."  I also bring you up-to-date with "My 1001 Movies I Must See Before I Die Project" with Orson Welles' "F for Fake."]




The Fundamentals of Caring


A man suffering from loss becomes a caregiver for a young man with muscular dystrophy. 


  • Care but don't care too much
  • I can't take care of another unless I first take care of myself
  • My needs are equal to the needs of the person I am caring for
  • Caregiving is hard
  • All I can do is do my best and maintain a positive attitude
  • Always remember ALOHA: Ask, Listen, Observe, Help, Ask Again

Those are the fundamentals of caring that Ben Benjamin (Paul Rudd) learned in the six-week class he took on how to be a caregiver. Ben is down and out. He is a failed writer whose young son has died and he has been separated from his wife for two and a half years.  His wife is anxious for a divorce but Ben keeps putting her off, telling her he's not ready so he decides to change his life and become a caregiver.

He finds a client right away, Trevor (Craig Roberts), who is from the U.K. Trevor has a kind of muscular dystrophy that will shorten his life.  Trevor is also a smart ass.

When Ben is asked by Trevor's overprotective mother (Jennifer Ehle) why he became a caregiver, he replies that he likes to help people, but we can see that Ben is clearly suffering himself and needs help.  She warns Ben not to get too close to Trevor because he won't be around forever.

We learn that both Ben and Trevor have had emotional trauma. Trevor's father has been writing to him but Trevor has never forgiven him for leaving when he was three, and Trevor is clearly sad about his father's inattention. Ben can't face the divorce and the loss of his son, so they are both broken people who need each other to heal.

Trevor has a routine that is not supposed to be deviated from but Ben slowly tries to get Trevor out of his routine and out of the house.  Trevor is obsessed with TV, especially a girl who reports from various little known tourist roadside attractions around the country, such as The World's Deepest Pit or Rufus, the World's Biggest Cow.

Ben suggests they go see some of those attractions.  Trevor initially says no, but changes his mind and the two go on a road trip to see some of those sights and, of course, have a series of adventures.

Adventure #1 -they go to see Rufus, the World's Biggest Cow.
Rufus is on the second floor and there is no ADA access so Ben makes a scene and threatens the owner and says if they don't get Trevor up to see Rufus they will sue them. So up and down they drag the wheelchair in a funny scene where, after all of that, Rufus turns out to be a bit of disappointment.

Adventure #2 - they pick up, Dot (Selena Gomez) a young female hitchhiker.  She is a stroppy little thing who asks Trevor all kinds of uncomfortable question such as "Does your penis work?"

Adventure #3 - they help a pregnant girl (Megan Ferguson) who is trying to get to her mother's house before she gives birth.  Her car has broken down and she joins their motley crew.

Adventure #4 - Trevor decides he wants to see his father which turns out about the way you thought it would.

Adventure #5 - someone is following them.  Is it a divorce paper server?  Is it Trevor's over-protective mother?

Adventure #6 - The World's Biggest Pit.

When they all get to the Biggest Pit, we discover who has been following them and all kinds of healing takes place.  Trevor faces the ultimate challenge, gets to pee standing up (Ben asked him what was the main thing he would want to do if cured), Dot leaves them to handle her issues but not before telling Trevor he is handsome and cool and gives him a kiss and Ben finally makes a decision and comes to grips with his life.

This film is very similar to "Me Before You," which I reviewed recently except instead of a young female caregiver taking care of a smart ass Brit, we have a middle-aged guy taking care of a young smart ass Brit.  We know they are smart asses because they both do an imitation of Daniel Day-Lewis in "My Left Foot" to scare and test their caregiver's ability to deal with someone with disabilities.
Both films feature a difficult sarcastic patient, an inexperienced caregiver and a healing road trip.  Each patient also had a mission.  In "Me Before You (let's call it MBY so I don't have to keep typing the full title), Will wanted to kill himself.  In this one, Trevor wants to meet his Dad who had been out of his life.  Like, MBY, this film also involves a road trip and both carer and caregiver learning about themselves.  However, there is no romance in this one, though you could make a case that it's a sort of bromance.

Ben learns that the "Fundamentals of Caring" apply, not just to his caregiving role, but to his life.

There are some "Huh?" moments such as getting a motel room and letting Dot, a total stranger hitchhiker, stay with them in their room.  Hey, these days, even picking up a hitchhiker is difficult to believe.

Writer/director Rob Burnett's film (based on a novel by Jonathan Evison) is sentimental and derivative, and I shouldn't have liked it, but I did, mostly because of Rudd.  Paul Rudd has a charm that exudes from the screen.  Add to that Trevor, with his false bravado, and Dot, with her street wise cockiness, and some original dialogue and situations, and it's an interesting combination that results in a satisfying 90 minutes. 

Rosy the Reviewer says...yes, you have seen inspirational life-affirming stories like this before, but this one has some originality and Rudd adds some charm.



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Race (2016)


Dramatization of Jesse Owens' triumphs at the 1936 Olympics in Berlin in the shadow of Hitler and his vision of Aryan supremacy.

The film begins in the fall of 1933 in the midst of the Great Depression as young Jesse Owens (Stephan James) heads to college at Ohio State.  He has a girl at home, Ruth (Shanice Banton), and a baby.  He promises to marry her when he gets home.  When Jesse arrives at college, he meets the track coach, Lawrence Snyder (Jason Sudeikis) who is initially unimpressed, and right away we see the racism black athletes had to endure.  He is pushed around in the locker room by the all-white football players and has to listen to a liberal use of the "N-word."  You see, black guys were not allowed to play football. 

As is usually the case with these kinds of films, the coach doesn't know anything much about Jesse, he takes him for granted, and the coach has his own problems, so that we can all enjoy the big reveal when the coach times Jesse for the first time and Jesse blows him away. 

At track meets, the black athletes were booed and sometimes screwed out of their record breaking times by white time keepers. Owens had to not only be good, he had to not only be better, he had to be so far ahead of everyone else that there could be no question that he broke the record, because at that time, if the white world couldn't stand for black athletes to compete, they certainly couldn't stand for them to break records set by whites. 

But success and stardom appears to break the color barrier. Where once Jesse was booed and was a parish, when he starts winning everything, everyone wants to hug him.  So I guess winning has no color - and I also have to add, not sure about that message.

Like "The Natural," a woman screws Jesse up a bit (we women always get the blame), and when Ruth finds out, she breaks up with Jesse but he sees the error of his ways and tries to get Ruth back in a cute scene where he woos her in the beauty shop with all of the ladies looking on.

The film is centered around the 1936 Olympics in Berlin.  Members of the Olympic Committee argued about whether they should go or not in light of "rumors" of what the Nazis were up to.  They decide to compete, but Jesse is pressured by the NAACP not to compete because of Hitler.  What a horrible dilemma. To be held up as the symbol of your whole race and have to make a decision about giving up your dream.

"On the track when I run, I'm free.  In those ten seconds, there's no black or white only fast and slow."

Jesse decides not to go.  He doesn't want to be an example for black people and endure the pressure of standing up for a whole race.  An hour and ten minutes into the film, I was sure there was going to be a little black kid who would look up at Jesse and say something that would inspire him to change his mind and go, but it was actually his rival Eulace Peacock (Shamier Anderson) who gives him a pep talk. 

Jesse tells Ruth, "If I lose, it means those Nazis were right," to which Ruth replies, "Don't think so much, Jesse.  It's not what you're good at."  The wisdom of women.  Let us do the thinking.

He decides to go and we all know how that turned out.  He kicked those Nazi asses and history was made.

Stephan James does a good job as Owens. It's taken me awhile to believe Jason Sudeikis as a dramatic actor because some of his funny bits on SNL are implanted in my brain but he is believable here.

There is a little side plot with Leni Reifenstahl, played by Carice Van Houten, who "Game of Thrones" fans will recognize as The Red Woman, at odds with Joseph Goebbels, Hitler's Minister of Propaganda. Riefenstahl was Hitler's personal filmmaker who he hired to glorify The Third Reich (and I think there was a little hanky-panky going on as well). She famously filmed the propaganda film "Triumph of the Will," and naturally he wanted her to film the games to also glorify Germany (some of her actual footage is included in the film). 

Even though you may be familiar with Jesse Owens' story and you know how it all turns out, you will keep watching this film, because you want to see Jesse prove the Nazis wrong at the Olympics. You also get to have a taste of what it might have felt like for a young kid from Ohio finding himself with the weight of the black community on his shoulders, representing them in front of the world.  And when Jesse befriends a Jewish athlete, he gets a taste of what they were going through too in some nice cinematic moments.

The title is a good one when you think about the levels this film is exploring: Race - running; Race - Jesse pressured to represent the black race; Race - Hitler's vision of a master race.

A good biopic depends on accuracy, but also it needs to show us something new and make us feel something about the subject, or the film might as well be a documentary, and director Stephen Hopkins and writers Joe Shrapnel and Anna Waterhouse succeeded.  I not only learned about Jesse Owens, I felt for him, rooted for him throughout the film and felt uplifted by his story of courage against great odds. 

However, his winning at the Berlin Olympics didn't really change that much for Owens at home in regards to racial inequality.  A final scene shows Owens and Ruth attending a banquet at a hotel where he is the guest of honor -- and they are told they must enter by the service entrance.

Rosy the Reviewer says...good family fare but also a good sports film with an inspirational message about a sad time in human history and a reminder that we still have miles to go.






I Saw the Light (2015)



Biopic of country legend Hank Williams.

Hank Williams was one of the biggest stars ever in country music and wrote some of the most iconic songs when he was only in his twenties ("Jambalaya" "Hey Good Lookin," "(I Heard That) Lonesome Whistle," "Your Cheatin' Heart," "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry," "Cold Cold Heart," "(I Can't Help It If I'm" Still in Love With You," and many more).

Written and directed by Marc Abraham (based on a biography by Colin Escott), the film begins with young Hank (Tom Hiddleston) marrying his first wife, Audrey (Elizabeth Olsen) in an auto repair shop by a justice of the peace.  Audrey and Hank are a singing duo, though calling what Audrey does singing is stretching it a bit.  Hank is only in his early 20's and has a 6:30am singing radio show but his drinking and carousing are already causing problems with his career and his marriage so he goes to rehab.

Hank finally wins his dream and makes it to the Grand Ole Opry, the holy grail of every country singer. He is a big hit, but sadly he starts drinking again and the film becomes a tale of the excesses of success and the pressures placed on him to perform, even though he wasn't well. He was born with a mild form of spina bifida and took pain pills for that but exaserbated his condition with prolific drinking and drug taking. Williams died in the back seat of his car on his way to a concert at the age of 29.

A highly dramatic story, but for the drama that was Hank Williams's life, the film is strangely flat and took an hour to get going.  Though it's easy for a story like this to fall into soap opera, I would have liked a bit more drama and a bit more exploration of why Williams couldn't pull it together. We didn't really learn anything new.  And there should have been more singing.  I'm not sure, but it seemed like Hiddleston never sang a whole song all the way through.

Some of you Baby Boomers out there might remember an early film about Williams - "Your Cheatin' Heart (1964)," starring George Hamilton.  Though his playing Williams seems almost laughable today, I remember him as actually being quite good and I liked the film, though grain of salt time, I was 16 and had probably not yet honed my incredible movie critiquing skills. 

Hiddleston also might seem to be a strange choice to play Williams since he is a Brit and is right now probably more famous with Americans for being Taylor Swift's main squeeze than the excellent actor he is, but he pulled it off albeit he looked way too old to be a 20 something and was a bit phlegmatic. But he did his own singing and he was credible.  Elizabeth Olson is one of our more underrated actresses.  She was believable as the ambitious but talentless Audrey.

One of Williams's last songs was "I'll Never Get Out of This World Alive," and he never did.

Rosy the Reviewer says...a nice depiction of the times but I wish the story had been a bit more dramatic and that there had been more Hank Williams music.




***My 1001 Movies I Must See Before I Die Project***


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F is for Fake (1973)


A free-form documentary or film essay about trickery, magic and deceit by movie genius Orson Welles that focuses on the famous Clifford Irving - Howard Hughes hoax of the 1970's.

You can't beat a film with Orson Welles narrating.  That voice.  I don't care what the film is about or whether I understand what is going on or not, I can't resist that voice.

This is loosely a documentary about the famous hoax perpetrated by Clifford Irving, where he tried to sell a fake biography about Howard Hughes.  This was back when Hughes was a recluse and no one had heard from him in years, so an authorized biography about him was a huge deal back in the 70's.   Unfortunately, it was a fake.

If you didn't know about the Clifford Irving/Howard Hughes hoax, you might be confused about this film because it goes all over the place.  Irving had come to fame when he wrote a book called "Fake," about one of the most famous art forgers in the world, Elmyr de Hory.  It was a bestseller, and it exposed art experts who couldn't tell the difference between a real Modligliana and one that Elmyr had painted.  With the nod of a head, a so-called art expert can make a painting worth thoursands or millions so it was a milestone book where Irving punctured the pomposity of the art world.  There was also an implication that everyone in the art world was complicit and in the end, no one really cared whether a painting was fake or not.  Quite an idea! 

Welles starts the film wearing a huge cape (he was already having weight issues) and a jaunty hat and doing magic tricks for children.  Welles himself had always had a fascination for magic.  He assures us at the beginning of the film that everything he is going to tell us during the next hour will be true.  It's all very free form and Welles is clearly having fun with this.

He starts with a portrait of Elmyr and his story.  Elmyr was the consummate art forger.  His fakes were so good that some probably hang in museums today.  The art world was duped by him and now his fakes are also valuable. He had wandered Europe until settling in Ibiza and that's where we find him in this film.

As depicted in this film, Elmyr is quite proud of his work and implies that his paintings are as good as the originals. That may be true in what the painting looks like, but the difference between the forger and the original artist is that the original artist CREATED the painting, had the idea and created it.  The forger merely RE-created it.  Big difference, in my mind.  But you have to have quite an ego to have a career as an art forger.

So now back to Clifford Irving.  With that credential, his bestseller about Emyr, Irving set out to sell a book that was supposedly an autobiography written by Howard Hughes that Irving had supposedly written for Hughes through personal interviews.  Well, this was the time when Hughes was famously ensconced in Las Vegas overseen by Mormon bodyguards.  No one had seen him for years so Irving probably thought no one could refute it's authenticity but Hughes came out of hiding via a telephone conversation and refuted the book. Irving had created a whole scenario around this scheme with fake names and money being transferred hither and yon. So he had to confess to the hoax and was sentenced to prison where he spent 17 months.  But as these go, he later wrote and published a book called "The Hoax (1981)," so in the end he not only became famous but rich.

So basically, here we have a movie about a guy who wrote a book about a faker who was himself a fake. 

This was Welles' last completed feature film before his death. Welles doesn't just narrate the film in his mellifluous voice, but swans around in his cape, hat and cane. He not only chews the scenery, he gnaws a big hole in it.  But he is always fun to watch, no matter what he is doing. 

And since this film is about fakery, we can't not talk about Welles' own bit of fakery when he made that infamous radio broadcast "War of the Worlds," where it was announced Martians had landed.  Though there was a disclaimer at the beginning of the broadcast, many did not hear that and believed that Martians really had landed and started to panic.  Just imagine - no TV, no Internet, no Twitter, just your radio telling you that the Martians had landed.  You would probably be scared too.

One can't help but wonder if this film has really passed the test of time.  People today probably don't know anything about the hoax, about Irving or even Howard Hughes, for that matter, so if not, this film probably won't make much sense. 

At the end of the film, Welles reminds us that he said he would tell the truth for an hour, but since the film lasts for 88 minutes, when did he stop telling the truth?

Picasso said, "Art is a lie, a lie that makes us realize the truth."

Is Welles saying that movies are also lies and fakes?

So we not only have a movie about a guy who wrote a book about a faker who was himself a fake.   We also have a movie by a faker making a statement about fakery.

Why it's a Must See:  "[This] has been called 'Welles's happiest film.' Yet it's possible to detect in it that undertow of melancholy that tinges all of his work...Yet the ultimate message is one of affirmation.  In the long run, says, Welles, 'Our songs will all be silenced.  But what of it?  Go on singing."
---"1001 Movies You Must See Before You Die"

Rosy the Reviewer says...Orson Welles was a genius who made movies that made us think.  He only had a small body of work so anything he did should be seen and relished. As long as we continue to watch his films his song will not be silenced and he can go on singing!



***Book of the Week***





Florence! Foster!! Jenkins!!!: The Life of the World's Worst Opera Singer by Darryl W. Bullock
 
 

 
When you have enough money and charm, you can buy yourself a singing career -- even if you can't sing!

Florence Foster Jenkins was a turn-of-the twentieth century socialite and wannabe opera singer.  She had the money to back up her socialite status but not the talent to back up her singing career. She couldn't even really carry a tune. However, that did not stop her. She funded her own recordings and concerts and at the age of 76 performed at Carnegie Hall.  Despite her lack of talent, her concerts were routinely sold out. 

How bad was she?  She was so bad that she was good. Her "caterwauling" and over-the-top costumes (a favorite was "The Angel of Inspiration complete with wings and tiara) drew crowds because, as one of her accompanists remarked,

"As usual she was slightly off-key and substituted shrieks for some of the high notes...Everyone wanted to get invited to [her concerts] because it was such fun to try and keep from laughing."

A 1943 Time Magazine article read:

"The audience, as Mrs. Jenkins' audiences invariably do, behaved badly.  In the back of the hall men and women in full evening dress made no attempt to control their laughter.  Dignified gentlemen sat with handkerchiefs stuffed in their mouths and tears of mirth streaming down their cheeks. But Mrs. Jenkins went bravely on."

However, because Mrs. Jenkins was so well-liked and well-connected, no one had the heart to really crucify her in print, though after her Carnegie Hall recital, Richard S. Davis wrote in the "Milwaukee Journal:" 

"The mere appearance of the singer provoked a prolonged wave of titters. She was wearing a pale peach gown that was nothing short of a masterpiece.  Bright gems glittered at her bosom, around her throat and on her fingers, but the sensation of her costume was an immense fan of orange and white feathers.  She waved it coyly at the multitude and laid it on the piano. And then she sang, or whatever..."

Despite the fact that few of her recordings exist today, celebrities such as Barbra Streisand and the late David Bowie were big fans.

See what you think.


It appears that Meryl Streep is also a fan because a movie about Jenkins starring Streep will be released August 12.





Rosy the Reviewer says...this is a slight but well researched biography that will be a quick read before you see the film!



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