12.20.08
Love Good Books? Catch a Woody Allen Film
One of the things I love about Woody Allen films is that they feel like good novels. His stories are interesting and interwoven, his characters quirky and complex, and he tells his tales with a unique voice and vision. Watching his movies is a bit like curling up with a good book. The Movieplex channel happened to show one of my all-time favorites this week: Crimes and Misdemeanors (1989). This is a dark comedy, possibly the darkest of all Woody Allen films to date, and it runs as smoothly as a fine-tuned clock. Allen follows two main story lines in the film:
Martin Landau plays Judah, a rich man and an important community philanthropist who makes the mistake of having an affair with an airline stewardess. This woman, Delores (Angelica Huston), turns out to be unstable and threatens to reveal the affair to Judah’s wife Miriam. Judah decides that he can’t let that happen, so he enlists his brother Jack (Jerry Orbach), a man with connections to the Mafia, to take care of the problem for him.
The second story is the comic tale of Cliff Stern (Woody Allen) who finds himself in a joyless marriage with his wife. Cliff is a documentary filmmaker getting nowhere in his career. Cliff’s brother-in-law Lester (Alan Alda), an incredibly successful producer of trashy sitcoms, deigns to offer Cliff a job directing a documentary about, well, Lester. Cliff’s wife pressures him into taking the job, which becomes a nightmare for him, with the lone exception of the lovely production assistant Halley (Mia Farrow), whom Cliff meets and quickly falls for.
Allen inter-cuts these two stories brilliantly, the dark and the light, the comic and the tragic. The stories gently dovetail off one another until the two main characters, Judah and Cliff, meet by chance at the wedding of a mutual friend. They sit and talk about their “hypothetical situations.” The tale comes together then and tragically comes apart. We lose all hope that justice will be served in one situation and that romance will win out in the other. And yet, as a testament to the complexity of the film and its characters, both Judah and Cliff end up happier in the end than they were in the beginning.
I don’t want to get too much more into the fine and subtle movement of the film. It’s better if you watch it. But I will cite Crime and Misdemeanors as a terrific movie for book-lovers and creative writers to enjoy, admire, and learn from. (By the way, did you notice the cast? Wow!): Highly recommended.
PS: Melinda and Melinda (2004), Deconstructing Harry (1996), and Broadway Danny Rose (1984) will yield similar rewards, even if the punches don’t land quite as hard. Of course, I’d suggest just about any of Allen’s films. I’m a fan, in case you hadn’t noticed.
Of further interest…
10 Questions for Woody Allen: TIME Magazine.
12.16.08
Milk Delivers
Best advice I can give anyone is to run out and see Milk as soon as possible. Sean Penn as gay-rights activist Harvey Milk delivers possibly his finest performance in a carreer filled with great performances. Gus Van Sant’s direction is brilliant. He brings the 1970s to life with actual street footage from the era and news snippets of Walter Cronkite, a very young Tom Brokaw, and the always tragically silly Anita Bryant. Milk’s journey is told in fictional style with documentary brush strokes, all done seamlessly and with the full weight of history to foreshadow events. Harvey Milk may very well have been in the prime of his life when he was mercilessly gunned down. He was more than a gay-rights activist, he was a businessman turned San Francisco politician and the first openly gay man to be elected to public office in America in 1977. The struggle for gay rights, although inherently omnipresent, takes a back seat to Milk’s personal drama and the journey of some of the other characters (even the evil Dan White, well played by versatile actor Josh Brolin). But it’s clear that Milk and “the cause” are inseparable, a cause larger than any individual personal journey, a sentiment that the film echoes in near-perfect pitch. This is one of those rare films that you will want to see twice: Highly recommended.
Of further interest…
The Times of Harvey Milk (intro to 1984 Documentary).
Gus Van Sant: Elephant.
12.11.08
Philosophy is for Everyone!
The November/December 2008 issue of Philosophy Now is dedicated to the topic of utopias, and it has one of my articles in it.
I’ve written a brief review of an obscure Kurt Vonnegut short story “2 B R 0 2 B.”
Yippee!
12.08.08
Creepy Noir
I have kind of a love-hate relationship going with the Independent Film Channel (IFC). Sometimes they air some terrific stuff, and other times they show some real crap (over and over again). But when they’re on, they’re on. This weekend, IFC aired The Honeymoon Killers, a creepy 1969 movie based loosely on the true story of Ray Fernandez and Martha Beck, who met through a newspaper ad in the late 1940s and set about scamming and killing single, desperate women just to steal their meager savings. Director Leonard Kastle filmed it in black-and-white, giving the picture a cold and disturbing atmosphere. Shirley Stoler as the obese Martha and Tony LoBiano as the dashing Ray were both brilliant and well cast. In real life, Ray and Martha were fried at Sing Sing in 1951. This film was so unsettling it creeped me out for the entire weekend. (The first murder, performed with a simple claw hammer and a pair of stockings, was surprisingly realistic, and Kastle didn’t hold anything back.) Interesting note: A little research revealed that Martin Scorsese was the original director, but was fired after a few days for taking too long to set up shots. I’m not sure how much influence he had on the overall tone of the picture, but it would seem almost inevitable that he had some. Highly recommended.
And when they’re off, they tend to be way off. On Sunday night, IFC showed Last Man Standing, the truly horrible Bruce Willis and Christopher Walken film about a bunch of 1930s thugs in a dumpy little Texas border town all killing each other. For who cares why. With every cliche imaginable. With voiceover. Ugh. It almost seemed as if IFC had intentionally programmed a fine example of noir against a lousy one. This is how it is done, and this is how it should never be done. Totally not recommended.
12.05.08
Great Canadian Writer Guys
Robert J. Sawyer is more than just a terrific sf writer and a brilliant editor (hey, he did publish my first two novels, after all), he’s also a great guy, which is why I’m so pleased that the TV series based on his novel Flash Forward is going so well. Courtney B. Vance and Jack Davenport have been added to the cast. (Rob just announced this on his blog.) Flash Forward the novel explores some interesting questions, such as, what would we do if we could get tantalizing glimpses of our own futures? How would this affect fate and free will and all that we know to be true about our lives and the world? It will be really interesting to see what kinds of questions the TV series asks. But heck, read the novel, if you haven’t already, before the series comes out: Highly recommended.
Not to be overlooked is another fine Canadian writer, Corey Redekop, and his novel, Shelf Monkey. This is a book written for and about book lovers. For all of you who have ever felt passionate about literature and your favorite authors, this book is a must-read. You might think that a book about books and readers would almost have to be boring. Forget it! Corey pieces together an interesting plot revolving around TV personality Munroe Purvis (an Oprah-like pusher of crappy books) and the book-wormish, self-proclaimed “Shelf Monkeys” (most of them working in a bookstore, a-hem) who simply cannot let go of their absolute hatred for Purvis. I don’t want to give away too much of the story because it will take a lot of the fun out of reading this book. The surprises are worth the price of admission. There is a good bit of social satire, and the characters are exceptionally well drawn. At one point in the novel, two of the major players are talking about literature, and Aubrey asks Thomas:
“What makes a good writer, in your opinion?”
“Style, character, plot, and the ability to abandon all three when necessary.”
“And what makes a bad writer?”
“Same thing.”
Corey’s book is filled with these sorts of keen observations and witticisms, all kinds of fun literary references, and, well, style, character, plot, and the ability to abandon all three when necessary, in the best possible way. I had a chance to meet Corey this year, finally, at the Canadian Book Expo. He lives in Winnipeg (a city that I’ve grown very fond of) and blogs at Shelf-Monkey. His novel? Highly recommended.
J.M. Coetzee is an amazing writer. One of my favorites of his is Waiting for the Barbarians, which still gives me chills when I think of it. His books are always deep and interesting and you’re never quite sure what you are going to get. So it is with Diary of a Bad Year, a New York Times Notable Book. Coetzee’s novel is experimental in the sense that it’s told horizontally, across the pages from beginning to end, from three separate viewpoints: Senor C, the old man and political writer; Anya, the beautiful young woman he hires as a typist; and Alan, Anya’s obnoxious lover who wants to separate Senor C from some of his considerable wealth. The method of storytelling here definitely adds to the reading experience. It becomes an intellectual game reading passages, sentences, and scenes across the pages and piecing the story together as you go along, eventually finding a rhythm in the way the story is told. None of the characters are irresistibly captivating, and Senor C seems to lecture a bit much, but eventually moments of true depth, honesty, and emotion emerge, and these moments make the novel an excellent read, even if it takes a bit too long for them to materialize. Recommended.


