Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Movie Review: mother! 2017

Darren Aronofsky's latest is scary indeed - but for all the wrong reasons!


I will extend congratulations to director Darren Aronofsky for making the most polarizing horror film of the year and perhaps, even the decade. I admit I had absolutely no idea what I was in for when I went to see this film. Aronofsky's current girlfriend, Jennifer Lawrence stars in it. That should account for something. Spanish actor Javier Bardem has always given knockout performances; so there was no reason to worry. Veteran stars Ed Harris and Michelle Pfeiffer were also in the cast, so I had no reason to assume the talent wasn't up to par. And Aronofsky had earned my respect years ago when his first film, "π" was released in 1998. Shot in grainy black & white and disturbing from start to finish; it signaled Aronofsky's arrival. He went on to bigger and better things, such as "Requiem for a Dream" (2000), "The Fountain" (2006), "The Wrestler" (2008), "Black Swan" (2010) and "Noah" (2014). So, what could possibly go wrong with is one. In a word? Lots!

The film is exactly two hours long. That would seem indeed the apropo time for a horror film. The set up is intruiging enough. The characters have no names; (I checked two sources and the characters' names are mother and Him). Lawrence portrays Mother and Bardem is Him. They're a seemingly loving married couple living in a remote farmhouse in an undisclosed town. He's a poet who keeps a very secret, ornate bauble in his observatory. Him (he) seems to have writer's block. His wife (mother) is fixing the house after being burned down in a fire. She is seemingly quiet and introspective. Suddenly, a knock at the door and arrives a stranger. His 'name' is man (lower case) and is played by Ed Harris. His wife (woman) arrives shortly; she's played by Michelle Pfeiffer in one of her patented 'ice queen' roles. Him has absolutely no problem being generous of spirit and letting them stay. Not so much, mother. She's curious, yet nervous. Who are they and what do they want? She questions why her husband is being so open to these people without her consent - but, says absolutely nothing.

Mother's senses are in complete overdrive. Him happily entertains them, but Woman quickly latches her claws onto Mother. She taunts her cruelly about not having children. Woman is abrasive and disrespectful to Mother. It's soon clear that both Man and Woman are fans of Him and want all His attention deviated away from Mother. There are also some tell-tale signs that they seek Him out for reasons that border on...Biblical. Are you lost, yet? That's okay. I was too.

Man (Harris) seems to have a form of lung cancer, though he smokes regularly. He has a scar from his lower rib. Woman, his wife, almost spitefully destroys the secret crystal bauble Him has in his observatory. Then, worsening the situation, their sons; Eldest Son (Domhnall Gleeson) and Younger Brother (Brian Gleeson; both are indeed sons of Irish actor Brendan Gleeson) show up unexpectedly and viciously argue about the parents' will. One thing leads to another and Younger Brother is killed by Eldest Son. Are you with me so far? (Rib, Sin, Brother kills brother etc. etc.)

Uninvited guests are now popping up for an unscheduled wake. Poor Mother is desperate to get her life back to normal, which Him refuses to do on account that He is now enjoying some much needed adullation. Arguing ensues as the discussion of having a baby leads to coitus and yep - she becomes pregnant. Happily ever after? This IS a Darren Aronofsky film, need I remind you. Not even Natalie Portman in "Black Swan" was due for a happy ending.

I will leave it right there. The clues are tantamount. This is NOT "Rosemary's Baby", despite Aronofsky clearly, even gleefully, mimicking that film's every plot nuance. Lawrence (Mother) herself seems to be channeling both Mia Farrow from that iconic Roman Polanski film as well as Sissy Spacek from "Carrie". Hell, Aronofsky even joyfully rips the bucket-of-blood motif from that film. Bardem is easily the John Cassavetes of the film, with a small dash of Jack Nicholson in "The Shining". The fact that Mother (no real human name) is strangely passive-aggressive, until it truly begins to affect her; Him is adamant about letting strangers into their home and letting them throw their lives into upheaval; having no ability to write until she is pregnant and finally, upon the birth of the child, Him is willing to sacrifice it like a deity would to a mob of fanatics, much like the story of Isaac and Jacob, or....

Seriously, NOW do you get it?

Okay, taking now a step back and giving my two cents. Aronofsky and company are indeed making a statement, and in no way, underlying it. Subtlety is NOT Aronofsky's strong suit. This is a full-throttle horror film with blatant anti-Christian allegory and giving fair warning, will illicit strong, even violent reactions. Much like William Friedkin's 1973 masterpiece, "The Exorcist" or even Roman Polanski's seminal 1968 classic, "Rosemary's Baby", it defies, dares. assaults, and even outright blasphemes without any thought for the audience. I'd like to believe that is (and can) be a good thing. Horror and religion are often bizarre narrative bedfellows, but when they're done well, they provoke thought and can shock us legitimately, but all the while, still playing fair with its audience's sensibilities. This one, does not. It just goes after its audience like a voracious and angry pit bull to the face.

I'm afraid, "mother!" (exclamation point required) has about the subtlety of a chainsaw to the nether regions. I have always admired Aronofsky and yes, it will not deter me from seeing his next film, whenever that may be. Lawrence, Bardem and the rest of the cast are all superb and do the job required of them, which is to go so over the top until they've rocketed past the ceiling. The film is NOT a bad per se, but I simply cannot go on record to recommend this film. Yes, if you see it, you've been aptly warned. Me? I value the one thing I can truly call mine. My sanity.

Review: 'Justice League' (2017)


A lot of hype for this new (or perhaps recycled) DC Comics superhero-crossover epic - but, is it worth it?

Okay, as an amateur movie critic, I'm not super well-versed on the burgeoning and ever-endless growing comic-book-franchises that are popping up like weeds in the desert. I do find that both the powerhouse comic book forces, DC Comics and Marvel Studios are in some sort of battle royale to get their respective movie superheroes into multiplexes as fast as you can chug a 2-liter soda bottle in three to five seconds. I haven't seen "Thor: Ragnarok" yet and I'm reserving judgement for when I do see it, but if and when I do, I won't be drawing parallels between the DC Extended Universe and the Marvel Universe. Nope - thankfully, "Justice League" will do all that for me. Yes, there'll be a breach of movie etiquette of comparing crosshatching dueling comic book movie franchises. The question will be, did I enjoy it and do I recommend it? The answer may surprise you.

The film opens as I kind of expected. In true comic movie fashion, we get a wink-and-a-nod to the Tim Burton 1989 blockbuster with Ben Affleck as Batman duking it out with a perp atop city rooftops until he gets interrupted by some alien-bug creature who gives him a clue as to who the greater enemy is. Then, it's an altern-rock montage with the recurring theme of Superman's death, that was apparently caused by Batman in "Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice" (and even a nod to the late rock icons Prince and David Bowie wasn't lost on me). Then, we get the DC Comics icebreaker standby: the bank robbery with a shitload of hostages; wink-wink-and-a-nod-nod to "The Dark Knight". We get Gal Gadot's Wonder Woman/Diana Prince doing her thing with the Lasso of Truth and then, pseudo-bragging about her boring existence. We then, meet Arthur Curry (Jason Momoa), a barfly/mystery man, whom we learn is a very cool and coy merman who is quite adept at communicating with marine life: hence, we know he's Aquaman. There's fidgety and nervous (not to mention annoyingly talkative) teenager Barry Allen (Ezra Miller) who is as quick as (ahem) lightning, but has too many quirks to rival Norman Bates without the sick Oedipal-psychological tendencies. He's the Flash. If there's a clever and interesting back story among the growing superhero brood; it's high school football wunderkind-turned-death victim-turned....Cyborg. (Ray Fisher who you can sort of call a tragic version of the 'other' iron-clad hero who bears strong resemblance to Robert Downey Jr.) Of course, the other iconic superhero who lost his life in the 2016 sequel to "Man of Steel", played by Henry Cavill in those previous films, is, spoiler alert; expected to pull off a Lazarus comeback this time around. Will he do it convincingly? Will we even care?

Here's the story gist. Like a certain 2012 Marvel Enterprises inception film that introduced us to a motley crew of superheroes, a somewhat Loki-like villain without the coy sense of humor and also NOT a human being (a pure CGI effect from start to finish), but voiced with relish by Irish actor Ciarán Hinds, is hellbent on destroying  Earth with an alien power device called the Mother Box which if you ask me, bears a striking resemblance to what destroyed New York City in that 'other' movie - The Tesseract. Apparently, the freaky evil dressed-as-a-black-devil alien baddie (in a costume that also appears in that 'other' 2017 Marvel superhero movie with Chris Hemsworth worn by an Oscar-winning Austrailan actress...) is clearly wanting to bring the flying monkeys (or flies) to our universe to destroy us and that damn Tesseract-oh, sorry, Mother Box is the equivalent of a chrome briefcase carrying nuclear launch codes ready to annihilate us to smithereens! It's at this point, Bruce Wayne/Batman feels the need to right his wrong (uh, now when its reaaaaally pertinent) and try a clever method to "Frankenstein" Clark Kent/Superman back to life. Does it work? Should we care?

Okay, here's the deal. "Justice League" despite all its flaws and my countless quibbles, was a thoroughly pleasant surprise. I did enjoy it tremendously as I did that 2012 'other' movie, even though its like comparing crisp apples to tangy oranges. Zack Snyder who helmed this, "Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice" and "Man of Steel" as well as "300", "Watchmen", "Sucker Punch" and "Dawn of the Dead" is a clear master at creating an almost surreal comic-book-graphic-novel universe in all of his films. Here it's no exception, but this time, he allows us in and lets us care at least a little about each of the heroes in the story. For those who don't know, director Snyder pulled out of the film when his daughter died this year. The director of that 'other' film, Joss Whedon (oh, hell, he made "The Avengers") stepped in to complete the film and its script; perhaps reasoning to me why both films bear such striking resemblance. Both films feature a tight, well-chosen cast and each given some fair screen time and are aided by a killer supporting cast including Diane Lane, Amy Adams, J.K. Simmons, and Jeremy Irons.

I suppose we may never get the perfect comic book movie entertainment in 2017 or any future year; though admittedly "Wonder Woman" with Gadot this year, came close enough. It was nice seeing Marc McLure, the original Jimmy Olsen from the 1978 Richard Donner masterpiece "Superman" makes a fun cameo as a security guard. Billy Crudup from Snyder's "Watchmen" makes an effective cameo as the Flash's father. However, it's a funny kick to see Simmons as the new Commissioner Gordon. I mean, does anyone remember he was newspaper mogul J. Jonah Jameson in the original Marvel "Spider-Man" trilogy?


In wrapping, despite my impatience with comic book movies borrowing, riffing and outright stealing from each other, "Justice League" is still a fun time at the movies. I will be looking forward to seeing Jason Momoa don those aqua-green contacts for his new "Aquaman" movie next December 2018. Don't let the complaints fool you. This is 2017. Expectations must be painfully lowered these days.

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

The 'List: David Cassidy (The Partridge Family) R.I.P.


A belated tribute to one of the biggest talents of the 1970s who redefined the term: "the teen heartthrob".

Hello one and all:

Just two days before Thanksgiving, another iconic music star left our world at the age of 67, the exact same age as Tom Petty. David Bruce Cassidy, the one-time star of the hit 1970s music sitcom: "The Partridge Family" and who carved out an extensive career in television and music, died this past Tuesday of liver failure.

He was born into show business as his father was singer, actor and stage star Jack Cassidy who was married to his on-screen mother, the legendary Shirley Jones, who was his actual stepmother in real life. The surprise was learning that like me, he was born in New York City, not Southern California.

He was an instant star on the show "The Partridge Family" as both he and Jones were the only ones actually singing as the others lipsynched and mimed playing the instruments. The show was intended as a comedic, fictional look at a family rock n' roll band modeled after the popular 1960s band, the Cowsills. But, Cassidy was the one many tuned in to watch. With his long, flowing chestnut hair, hazel eyes and his cream-sounding voice made him a teen heartthrob whose face was all over many "16" and "Tiger Beat" magazines in the early 70s. His life, post the show, was a rollercoaster of ups and downs as he would experience everything from "has-been" status to substance abuse issues, to even financial issues and despite still performing, would also include health issues including dementia. He was also half-brother to another teen heartthrob, Shirley's son from her marriage to Jack Cassidy: Shaun Cassidy, who would star in the popular teen detective series, "The Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew Mysteries" and would score a number one smash with his cover of the Crystals' 1963 hit: "Da Doo Ron Ron" in 1977.

One of my earliest memories in my early 80s youth was watching "The Partridge Family" and actually enjoying it, mainly over the fact that unlike my family, they functioned like a caring, loving family and of course, the interesting fact was that they did it (like myself) without the benefit of a father figure. It was years later that I took the time to listen to their actual music. Cassidy's voice and charm exuded easily on the few tracks that I liked. I found it sad that like many music icons in our time, their lives were cut short all too soon. Still, we always have their music and in Cassidy's case, old episodes of "The Partridge Family", of which I am now watching on Amazon.

Here's a short list of the few faves I'll remember David Cassidy by.


Cherry Picks.

5. "I Woke Up In Love This Morning" (1971)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfXpHPq9X1o

One of the Partridge's signature hits that made it to radio and cemented both the group's and the show's popularity. It's pure bubblegum pop with Cassidy giving his most assured, vocal performance in a song what was only under three-minutes. The song appeared in the second season debut episode: "Dora, Dora, Dora" where it was performed at a military base.

4. "Come On Get Happy: The Theme to The Partridge Family" (1971)


The iconic second season theme is the most memorable as the classic harpsichord opening is the most prevalent hook. Then, Cassidy with his backup singers do their thing. It was a vast improvement over the first season theme song which had the exact same melody, but was lyrically different. "Hear Us Singin'" was its original title; but this is the theme that will always burn in our brains and hearts.

3. "Cherish" (1971)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ez-c6aAOt50

Cassidy could do no wrong as he would do a solo cover song of The Association's 1966 classic hit. Sure, apples and oranges here; but Cassidy's earnest vocals and delivery still resonate. He took it into the Billboard top 10 in 1971.

2. "I Write The Songs" (1975)


Although the 1976 Barry Manilow classic number one smash is the one widely known to the masses, Cassidy's rendition is also just as stirring and powerful as evidenced in this video clip from 1975. His vocal delivery sells the song just as Manilow's did back in the same year this was released. Interesting fact, it was written by Beach Boy, Brian Johnston who won the Grammy for Song of the Year in 1976 with the Manilow version. It's still a testament to the power of the song's theme of music that another artist could still give us a potent and powerful performance with the same song.

Finally...

1. "I Think I Love You" (1970)


Already widely considered by many as the group's signature song and the only known number one song by a "fictitious" family. The "Ba-ba-baah's" are the first thing that gets our finger's snapping. Cassidy's vocals provide the foundation, leading up to the chorus crescendo. It's the one song known to all of us. The most interesting fact was the song was played mostly in its entirety in an episode where the "family" was booked a gig at a feminist rally set up by Keith Partridge's (Cassidy's character) on-screen girlfriend; a testament to how dated the show is as it dealt with then-issues such as the Vietnam War and the Women's liberation movement. Although...a hilarious prologue involving a skunk and the family dog gave us a preview of the song in one episode. It's the one song that is always a staple in ny 1970s 'list...and always will be.

Thank you, Mr. Cassidy...wherever you are. Rest in peace.