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I am Not There movie

Plot
Biopic of legendary singer Bob Dylan through seven different stages in the artist’s life played by six different actors. The events that follow are drawn as much from Dylan’s songs as from his actual biography.

Review
A biopic where the famous white, male subject is subdivided into six personalities and played by everyone from an 11 year-old black boy to a statuesque Aussie actress, via both Batman and his forthcoming Joker, with not one of them going by the hero’s name? That’s just crazy. But wily American director Todd Haynes is on to something here. When the focus of your movie is that shapeshifting and hugely reluctant American icon Bob Dylan, how better to capture his slippery spirit than to tell six intertwined stories, each capturing one of the many personas of the great singer? And, for all the pinballing through history and psyche, Haynes, who played with the gauche moves of glam-rock with mixed results in Velvet Goldmine, manages a laid-back groove to his searching.

We start with titchy Marcus Carl Franklin, embodying the early years, when Dylan harkened to the call of his hero folk-singer Woody Guthrie and apparently rode across lush American fields in open-fronted boxcars. To add a further tickle of symbolism (and confusion), this version of Dylan is christened Woody Guthrie. Christian Bale, as Jack Rollins, encompasses the heroic early years when Dylan struck fame and radicalism, and later the ‘saved period’ where he took to the Bible as Pastor John. And Richard Gere, as craggy as a tramp with peppery beard and wire-rimmed specs, plays the modern incarnation searching for the roots of American folklore. Still with us? Okay, we’ll continue…

In the most striking and so-far lauded bit of Bob, Cate Blanchett gives an uncanny depiction of the controversial ‘electric years’ - that point when Dylan shrank away from his folk adulation and appalled the faithful with licks of what sounded like rock. It is Blanchett who most closely captures the familiar herky-jerky frame and wired truculence - the inner conflict of a man confronting a legend he can’t handle. Indeed, there is a look that Blanchett gives the camera, a long, loaded stare down the barrel of a gun, which is worth the asking price alone. You can’t see her missing out on a Supporting Actress (or should that be Actor?) nomination or two come backslapping time.
The story is fractionally chronological, but each tale wraps in and out of the others, defying narrative flow. There is little point in trying to treat each variation as the next ‘Dylan’ in a row. Two of them are, in fact, representations of an emotional event and inspirations. Heath Ledger, playing an imprint who seems to be more actor than singer, is the failed husband, and Charlotte Gainsbourg, as his forlorn wife, an amalgam of all the wounded women of his life. Then there’s Ben Whishaw, who preaches slivers of cute philosophy direct to camera, an echo of Dylan’s obsession with the poet Rimbaud.

As the leads rotate, so the style of filmmaking shifts and warps around the various ideas. For Blanchett’s taut electric years, it floats in a creamy black-and-white of mid-’60s glamour. For Gere’s autumnal years, it drifts into an elegiac landscape, directly referencing Dylan’s own presence in Sam Peckinpah’s Pat Garret And Billy The Kid. There is surrealism, madcap humour, heartbreak, poetry and pure nonsense; most of which, of course, you could equally say of the man himself.

It’s that kind of film: restless and brilliant, annoying and self-satisfied in its intimacy with the subject (who wholeheartedly approved). It will infuriate with its longeurs and frankly baffling little gimmicks, and it drifts on too long. But there’s no doubting Haynes has succeeded in capturing a real sense of the strange figure who can claim to have changed America. We learn nothing greatly significant about Dylan. He remains the fanciful enigma, but we do learn plenty about the futile effort of the press, fan and filmmaker alike to define their heroes. Which is partly the point.

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Honeydripper movie

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  • Filed under: Drama, Music
  • Date: Aug 20,2008

For his 16th movie, indie auteur John Sayles turns his gaze to 1950s Alabama. In his best role in years, Danny Glover shines as embittered bar-owner Tyrone “Pine Top” Purvis, whose dreary joint faces closure unless he pulls something out of the bag.

That ‘something’ is New Orleans legend Guitar Sam, and the film builds up to the fateful event in what is, essentially, an inferior Big Night. There are few surprises, but flawless acting from the largely African-American cast and well-drawn characters make for a convincing portrait of a cotton pickin’ community.

Throw in a fledgling R&B soundtrack and earthy photography courtesy of Mike Leigh regular Dick Pope and you’ve got a gentle, enjoyable musical fable.

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A Home at the End of the World movie

Michael Mayer’s “A Home at the End of the World,” based on the novel by Michael Cunningham (who also penned the screenplay), is the story of two men who, after meeting as teenagers and becoming brothers of a sort, forge a relationship that takes them well into adulthood. Along the way, they enter an odd love triangle with an older woman and learn (one assumes) valuable lessons on love and the nature of family. The novel, unfortunately, is a largely internal exercise. Most of the action in the book takes place in the characters’ heads, which makes a full-length film based on it a problematic exercise at best. The end result is a slow (occasionally glacially) paced movie that relies more on soulful facial expressions than dialogue that honestly represents what the characters are feeling.

The story begins in 1967-era Cleveland, a hotbed of countercultural activism if ever there was one. 9-year old Bobby Powell (Andrew Chalmers) is receiving an education from his big brother Carlton on the nature of women and how best to enjoy half a tab of windowpane. Things go swimmingly for our young protagonist until Carlton crashes his mother’s party, literally, and dies. Moving forward six years, and adolescent Bobby (Erik Smith) lives with his father (mom apparently died a few years earlier) and befriends an introverted and dentally challenged Jonathan Glover. Bobby’s open attitude towards narcotics (he begins supplying Jonathan’s mom, played by Sissy Spacek, with weed) and sexual experimentation with Jonathan seem perfectly natural to him, and all is well. Then Bobby’s dad dies, and he moves in with the Glovers as their second son.

The next time we check in on Bobby (now a shaggy Colin Farrell), it’s 1982. He’s working in a bakery, while Jonathan (Dallas Roberts) has moved to New York City. When the Glovers decide to retire to Arizona, Bobby leaves Cleveland for NYC and moves in with out and proud Jon and Jon’s fag hag friend Clare (Robin Wright Penn). He eventually wows Clare with his doe eyes and complete lack of visible personality, and the two become an item. Jon is irritated at Bobby once again horning in on his life, while Clare has apparently had the hots for Jon the whole time. Bobby, for his part, seems content to stare at everyone in a perplexed fashion and look like Colin Farrell.

For a two hour movie, surprisingly little happens in “A Home at the End of the World.” First time director Mayer’s languid style is no doubt meant to give us a sense of the inner dialogues going on to which we can’t be privy, but more likely than not audiences will be sneaking glances at their watches. The film also leaves no gay cinema cliché unturned, from Bobby and Jonathan’s sexual awakening to Clare’s resentment at her third wheel status to Jonathan’s ultimate fate (he’s a gay man in early ‘80s New York City who enjoys random sexual encounters…figure it out).

It’s not that the theme – love and family are possible in the strangest of places – is hard to pick up on, it’s just that we get the message 45 minutes into the film. The rest, padded with long reaction shots and the obligatory period soundtrack (albeit one nicely spiced up with Laura Nyro and Leonard Cohen), is competently shot and pretty to look at, but ultimately redundant. There are some fine performances, especially Robin Wright Penn and Sissy Spacek (who, admittedly, brings a great deal of “In the Bedroom’s” Ruth Fowler to the role), others not so much. Newcomer Dallas Roberts doesn’t catch much of a break, since the character of Jonathan – as written here – has the emotional complexity of a Mack Bolan novel. And while it’s apparent that Farrell is trying to project Bobby’s deep sense of melancholy and fear at being left alone, he mostly comes across as a well-meaning lummox.

There are parts of “A Home at the End of the World” that stand out, but they come early on in the film and fade from memory as the tired romantic angle takes hold. Far from being groundbreaking independent cinema, “A Home” feels like just another prefab production.

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Get Rich or Die Tryin movie

Jim Sheridan directed one of the best movies in recent years that no one saw: 2002’s “In America.” That film chronicled an Irish immigrant family’s attempts to put personal tragedy behind it by getting a fresh start in New York City. The concept wasn’t the freshest, but Sheridan infused the picture with a refreshingly optimistic perspective, reinforced by great acting. Sheridan’s latest, “Get Rich or Die Tryin,’” is another retelling of an old saw, this time it’s the story of a young man who raises himself out of a life of crime and poverty to become one of the music industry’s biggest stars.

And seeing as the star is rapper Curtis “50 Cent” Jackson, one suspects this effort will be a little more high profile.

Based on Jackson’s life story, “Get Rich” tells the story of Marcus, a young boy growing up in Queens with his drug dealing mom. His father is absent, but mother and son are quite close, and she encourages his nascent attempts at rapping. When she gets murdered by an unknown assailant, however, Marcus goes to live with his grandparents and eight other kids. After a few weeks of wearing hand-me-downs, Marcus makes up his mind to follow in Mom’s footsteps, and he too starts dealing drugs. Before long, he’s attracted the notice of his mother’s old boss, Majestic (Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje), and is given his own corner on which to deal coke.

Fast forward several years and Marcus is still dealing, but the appearance of crack on the streets means more money and his own crew. Soon Majestic is singling him out as his hardest working earner, even garnering the attention of the big boss, Levar (Bill Duke). It all sounds pretty sweet, and it is, until the police find (planted?) drugs in Marcus’ apartment and he’s sent to prison. While there, he resolves to get his act together musically, and even makes the acquaintance of his future manager, Bama (Terrence Howard, appearing in his 800th movie this year). The shower scene in which the two are “introduced” is one of the high points of the movie. All that’s left is to see if Marcus (who goes by the nom de rap “Young Caesar”) can beat the odds and succeed as a hip hop artist.

As I mentioned earlier, “Get Rich or Die Tryin’” is pretty standard storytelling. That it’s “based on a true story” doesn’t mean we haven’t seen similar tales of someone rising above their surroundings on the big screen a hundred times before. Think of it as Mariah Carey’s “Glitter,” only with more murders.

Okay, that’s not entirely fair. Sheridan does his best with the material, crafting another movie that showcases what one assumes is his favorite (American) city. New York is lovingly shot, which isn’t always an easy proposition for a place like Jamaica, Queens. He also gets strong supporting roles from the likes of Howard (hardly a difficult proposition) and Joy Bryant (as Marcus’ childhood sweetheart).

Of course, the weight of this endeavor rests primarily on “Fiddy’s” shoulders. The guy managed to get out of “the game” and survived getting shot nine times in real life, but carrying a feature film is another thing entirely. He’s not entirely unwatchable – there are some moments of actual emotion in his performance – but you can almost tell which scenes were shot first. One example is the aforementioned shooting, where he somehow keeps his face neutral even as he’s bleeding out on the street. Too much of the time, Jackson is a complete blank, like he’s bored with his own story.

Coming into this knowing little about 50 Cent aside from the usual (shot a bunch of times, mumbles when he raps, has tiny ears), and being curious about all the hoopla surrounding his persona, I found myself occasionally engaged by his story. There are undercurrents of something interesting going on in “Get Rich or Die Tryin,’” but Jackson’s lackluster effort and a laughably contrived third act (will he find out who his father is and get revenge on his mother’s killer?) keep this from distancing itself from any number of similarly themed flicks.

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Dirty Dancing movie

Dirty Dancing’s initial success in 1987 was probably a mixture of factors — Patrick Swayze’s anointment as a sensitive hunk, the fact that the movie’s sweetness was a change of pace from the loud, expensive blockbusters that dominated the landscape at the time and a pop soundtrack of golden oldies and then-current songs that flooded radio stations.

However, after watching the movie recently, the key to the movie’s limitless charm is revealed to be due to the presence of Jennifer Grey. Without her performance, the movie is a flop, Bill Medley isn’t cool again and, well, Swayze and Grey drift into irrelevance a year or two earlier.

Set at a posh Catskills resort in the summer of 1963, soon-to-be college freshman Baby (Grey) and her family are set to get some relaxation in. However, volleyball and lame dances don’t appeal to the worldly Baby. Out looking for some excitement, she stumbles upon the staff’s lodge, where much to her surprise, she sees a ton of young people set free of familial restraints. They’re grinding, they’re sweating, they’re dirty dancing.

The hero of this pack of well-toned hoofers is Johnny (Swayze), the resort dance instructor who plays by his own rules, but can’t get anyone else to play along. Baby falls instantly for him, and she sees her chance to get closer to him and that rebellion when his lifelong dance partner, Penny (Cynthia Rhodes), suffers an unwanted pregnancy and botched abortion.

Though Johnny is a two-step taskmaster, he and Baby quickly become close. She gives him courage and confidence; he gives her the strength to break free from her family ties. Despite the syrupy dramatics, Dirty Dancing is still immensely appealing and Grey is the reason. Yes, I know Swayze became huge because of this movie, but I think it was more because of his physical presence. We all know he’s good looking, that women will fall for him like lemmings off of a cliff. But he has to fall for Grey, who is adorable, but certainly not a beauty queen. Most importantly, the audience has to buy them as a couple.

Grey doesn’t drip with teen sensuality or flash a come hither stare. She giggles inappropriately, she curses herself for not getting dance steps right. By embodying every awkward young adult emotion about falling in love, she makes you want the romance to work. In the process, she also validates all the soap opera theatrics that revolve around her. Credit must also be given to the late Emile Ardolino, who directs the intimate scenes with Swayze and Grey with a seductive restraint that borders on the unbearable—check out the bedroom slow dance. The movie eschews sex and teenage tomfoolery for real emotions and comes out of the corner dancing up a storm.
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Coyote Ugly movie

When you first see the Jerry Bruckheimer trademark logo your first thoughts are that you’re going to see car chases, hot ladies needing rescue and everything will ultimately be destroyed, or blown up, at some point. But it’s not to be.

This time Bruckheimer, along with director David McNally, have brought us one for the girls. Instead of car chases, you have fancy drink pouring contests. You still have the hot ladies, but they don’t need rescuing and, instead of everything blowing up, you have everything staying intact.
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Violet Sanford’s (Piper Perabo) life isn’t what it used to be, so she decides that her time has come to leave the small town where her dad (John Goodman) is the town cop and take her talents to New York City. While there she meets a variety of different and interesting people, including the Coyotes (Tyra Banks, Maria Bello, Izabella Miko, Bridget Moynahan), who teach her to be herself and show her that it’s fun to go over the top sometimes.

While trying to promote her musical talents, she meets Kevin O’Donnell (Adam Garcia), whom she thinks is a record producer, and instantly begins to make a fool of herself in front of him. While trying to get her singing career launched, she gets a job in a bar, called Coyote Ugly. Will her singing career take off? Will she be able to pour a pint? Well, watch the movie if you want to find out.

Although aimed at a female audience, the guys will have something to look at if they just happen to be at home when their girlfriends/wives bring this one home. There’s enough singing, heartbreak and good cheer to keep the ladies happy and, as for the blokes, there’s all the raunchy dancing by the Coyotes. I have to admit, it’s worth waiting up.

Although most of the cast are doing more with their careers now, the director wanted to use unknowns in the leading roles - Goodman slots in as a cameo - and it’s hard to see from the performances that these girls are all new to the movie world.

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Backbeat movie

At a time when there’s much talk about a Beatles reunion, Iain Softley’s vivid “Backbeat” celebrates the union.

A musical creation myth, it captures the Beatles on the verge of Beatlemania, a pre-Fab Five ready to elevate from the earnest assimilation of American rock and rhythm and blues to the consummate artistry of their own original songs, none of which is heard in “Backbeat.” That’s a brave commercial decision, but an accurate reflection of a time, roughly 1960 to ‘62, when the Beatles’ repertoire was fueled by the adrenaline of youth, not the nostalgia of middle age.

In fact, this is not the band you’ve known for all these years, though John Lennon (Ian Hart) is clearly the center of the Sturm und Drang. While Paul McCartney (Gary Bakewell) and George Harrison (Chris O’Neill) are present, Pete Best (Scot Williams) is the drummer — and all three are peripheral characters. The Beatles’ birthing drama, begun in Liverpool and finalized in Hamburg, Germany, is midwifed by two crucial but little-known figures, Stu Sutcliffe (Stephen Dorff) and Astrid Kirchherr (Sheryl Lee).

Sutcliffe was the Beatles’ original bass player, brought into the band by his art school pal Lennon. A totally inept bassist but a gifted painter, the handsome Sutcliffe died of a brain hemorrhage in 1962 and, until now, has been confined to footnotes.

At the film’s start, Sutcliffe sells a painting, and Lennon persuades him to buy a bass and join up for the Hamburg trip. Once the Beatles arrive at the notorious Reeperbahn strip, they are forced to get their act together playing long hours before drunk, demanding audiences. All 18 (except for the 17-year-old Harrison), these Beatles are undeveloped musically and emotionally. Enter artist-sophisticate Klaus Voorman (Kai Wiesinger) and his photographer girlfriend, Astrid Kirchherr, part of an artsy crowd known as the Exis (for Existentialists).

Voorman is fascinated by the Beatles’ raw power, greasy pompadours and Teddy boy roughness, but Kirchherr sees something more and gradually exerts a profound influence. It is Kirchherr who gives Sutcliffe the first mop-top cut and awakens the band’s fashion courage. She’s the first professional photographer to document the Beatles, and her stark images become the foundation of future mythologies. It is in Kirchherr’s library that Lennon first explores the works of philosophy and mysticism that so influenced his thinking. Meanwhile, the introverted Sutcliffe is as consumed by art as the extroverted Lennon is by music, and with Kirchherr’s support, he opts for the painter’s private, solitary life over the musician’s public, collaborative one.

Working with a time period and two crucial characters probably not too familiar to less-than-avid Beatles or rock fans, Softley needs a great performance, and he gets it from Hart, who played a slightly older Lennon in 1991’s “The Hours and Times.” Though Hart actually looks more like Julian Lennon, he’s dead-on John in his unbridled energy and the acerbic snap of his voice.

Dorff, an American, is credible as Sutcliffe, a tortured soul clearly uncomfortable in the limelight, yet strong enough to walk away from it all. Of course, no one could have guessed what “it all” would soon mean, and one of the few mistakes made by Softley (who wrote “Backbeat” with Michael Thomas and Stephen Ward) is crystal-balling what’s ahead. This is done in two ways: by injudiciously appropriating tag phrases that don’t exist until years later, such as Lennon’s complaint that “It’s been a hard day’s night” and by maudlin premonitions along the lines of “They’ll say: ‘There goes Stu Sutcliffe. He could have been in the Beatles.’ ”

The film conveys the raucous energy that fueled the music, which is delivered with lip-sync abandon to tracks recorded by an alternative rock coalition under the guidance of Don Was (who also wrote the evocative orchestral score). Greg Dulli of Afghan Whigs and Dave Pirner of Soul Asylum offer rough-and-tumble versions of Lennon and McCartney vocals, while guitarists Don Fleming of Gumball and Thurston Moore of Sonic Youth, drummer Dave Grohl of Nirvana and bassist Mike Mills of R.E.M. avoid retrofitting the raw sound (which is still more polished than the originals).

A roiling Cavern Club finale of “Twist and Shout” becomes a cathartic moment for both the Beatles and their generation, but “Backbeat” suggests that it was what the Beatles saw, heard and experienced in Hamburg that changed them, and popular music, forever. When they came home, Pete Best was going and Stu Sutcliffe was gone. Eight years later, the group’s bitter split would be captured in the documentary “Let It Be.” Softley’s loving tribute could just as well have been titled “Let It Begin.”

“Backbeat” is rated R and contains strong language and brief nudity.

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