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Showing posts with label Film. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Film. Show all posts

Monday, November 30, 2009

Artivist Film Festival...Benjamin Bratt film to screen @ Egyptian Theatre! Fest Dec. 1st thru Dec. 5th...







The good news?

Tickets for screenings @  the 6th Annual Artivist Film Festival (opens tomorrow) are free!

But, if you didn't RSVP last week - chances are - you may be SOL!

I booked my seats last week, so I'm sitting pretty.

The Film Festival venue - the Egyptian Theatre - is probably one of the most prestigious venues in town.

Alighting there, to catch a flick, is like stepping into all the old-world-charm of once-glamorous Hollywood.

Over the years, there have been many a premiere there of some import.

For example, the Egyptian's grand opening coincided with Hollywood's very first movie premiere in the month of October (1922).

The Egyptian screened "Robin Hood" (starring Douglas Fairbanks & Wallace Beery).

In true glitzy Grauman style, the splashy affair featured bright lights, a galaxy of stars and the very first red carpet run-away (a novelty idea that stuck and has continued as a great Tinseltown tradition to this day).

The Egyptian theme was inspired by the discovery of King Tut's tomb in the year the elegant theatre was built.

Like the Chinese Theatre (farther down the boulevard), the architectural beauty had an open courtyard out front,  to take advantage of street traffic.

The forecourt featured massive, four-feet wide Egyptian-style columns, hieroglyphics, murals, a tiled fountain, large pots filled with exotic plants, and even a 12-foot figure of a dog-headed Egyptian god guarding the portico.

These forecourts were the perfect setting for the ubiquitous (inquisitive) press to perch and jockey for publicity stills - as Hollywood's high-profile movie stars traipsed down a gauntlet - edged with excited fans and wide-eyed curiosity-seekers.

Next week, if you attend a film at the festival, you may end up rubbing shoulders with a celebrity, too
Artivist's mission is to strengthen the voice of advocates in the medium of celluloid.

During the five-day run at the Egyptian, forty independent narratives will spring to life on the celebrated screen, in addition to a handful of insightful thought-provoking narratives, docmentaries, and short films.

See 'ya there!

Info: www.artivists.org




Errol Flynn starred in 1st film premiered @ the Egyptian




Saturday, June 20, 2009

AFI Festival...calling for Film Submissions. Filmmaker requirements & due dates...




Probably one of the most prestigious Festivals to hit the circuit during the course of each year is the one hosted by the American Film Institute (AFI).

Actually, AFI organizes two fests each year.

One, which I covered a few weeks ago, was held in Dallas; the other, in our own thriving metropolis (Los Angeles).

AFI not only endeavours to unveil first-run big-budget feature films at each fest, but also, an eclectic mix of thought-provoking shorts, documentaries, and Foreign Language celluloid masterpieces.

In addition, organizers round out the screenings with stimulating seminars, insightful Q & A sessions, you name it.

And, the AFI's high-profile red carpet events, are not to be missed either!

By the way, my contacts at AFI just informed me that there is a call out now for filmmakers to submit their projects for consideration for the fall line-up (2009).

Submission Guidelines

Films that are 30 minutes or longer in length are considered feature films, while projects under 30 minutes are deemed "shorts".

Feature films (both narrative & documentary) that have previously screened for the public in Los Angeles or have been televised in the Los Angeles area are not eligible for consideration.

DVDs are accepted for preview screening.

However, preview video-cassettes and DVDs must be labeled clearly with the title, running time and contact information (including name, address and phone number).

More than one entry may be submitted. But, each entry must be accompanied by an official entry form and entry fee.

If a film is selected for inclusion in this year's fest, filmmakers will be asked to provide a head shot and filmography of the director; black & white and/or color stills from the film; press materials; and a video trailer (if available).

The entry fee is non-refundable.

AFI Conservatory Students

Students enrolled in the AFI film school can request a fee waiver by contacting AFI:


(No waivers available at this time)

DVDs & Submitted Materials

DVDs and other submitted materials will not be returned.

In view of this, it may be wise not to submit film prints, master tapes or other originals.

Confirmation

Filmmakers seeking a confirmation that an entry has been received by the AFI FEST organizers, should include a self-addressed stamped postcard to facilitate the request.

Film Entries

AFI FEST asserts the right to use footage, stills and/or titles and information for promotional purposes.

In view of the aforementioned entry stipulation, all films must be free from any legal disputes and the filmmaker must have cleared all rights for music and exhibition with appropriate individuals.

Deadline

Filmmakers agree to deliver prints to AFI no later than October 16, 2009.

Notification

All filmmakers will be notified of acceptance by October 9, 2009.


Monday, April 13, 2009

"Train Master"...Hollywood Video Stores will carry release of the Phil Bransom children's feature!



Last year, I took in a screening of Phil Bransom's entertaining feature film geared toward the youth market, titled "Train Master".

In a nutshell, the exciting drama is all about a handful of kids who get trapped on a run-away train, and are charged with the responsibility of resolving the dilemma in the face of eminent danger.

I reviewed Bransom's - "Train Master" - shortly after the Disney-style project lit up the silver screen at the Backlot Film Festival in Culver City.

Post: 04/14/08

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2008/04/train-mastercharming-family.html

On the heels of being well-received in the Hollywood film community, "Train Master" was also accepted into the fold at the Kid's First website.

The Kid's First web site reviews a multitude of projects with the specific aim of shedding the spotlight on films suitable for the youth market - and in doing so - have taken a novel approach.

Children at the Kid's First site give a popcorn rating to films they find suitable for viewing by their contemporaries.

Recently, the affable director's film also received the Dove Award seal of approval for family-oriented bill-of-fare!

In 1991,The Dove Foundation began promoting family-friendly entertainment.

Their standards and criteria are based on Judeo/Christian values which are free from the pressures of commercial interests.

"For years we have watched the morals and attitudes of the entertainment industry slowly creep into our society. We maintain that the number of PG-13 and R rated films, with their increasingly salacious material, are not representative of the desires of millions of movie goers."

"It's time for positive family values to impact those in Hollywood instead of Hollywood impacting family values."

Dick Rolfe
Co-Founder & CEO
The Dove Foundation


"Train Master" will be available for rent on May 12th at most Hollywood Video stores.

Good luck with it, Phil!


Friday, March 13, 2009

Jane Fonda...tired old grouch!

Jane's G spot!


When Jane Fonda (infamous for using the "c" word on morning talk shows) breezed out of a function the other evening, the over-the-hill starlet was confronted with a gaggle of fans and a swarm of paparazzi.

With her head down - and tinted shades in a snug fit on her snoz (in spite of the fact it was the twilight hour) - the Barbarella babe was inclined to sign a handful of autographs grudgingly.

But, the bad attitude of the jaded old grouch got the best of her when TV newsies (TMZ crew among 'em) fielded a few questions her tired old way.

"Who has the best work-out video," one asked enthusiastically.

Without batting an eye, the star flung out an acid retort.

"I don't care!"

Undaunted, another cub reporter asked Fonda what she thought of the Obama stimulus package.

"Stimulating," she huffed in exasperation.

Keeping you up late, Missy?

Before the seventy-something show-biz trooper stormed off (in what appeared to be a drug-induced stupor) she was quizzed about who she'd like to tread the boards with again.

Ignoring the thrust of the question, she selfishly lamented:

"I like to work!"

By the time Ms. Fonda (who was ushered into show biz on the good graces of her respected father - yeah, Jane's just another spoiled show biz kid - born with a clap board in her big mouth) stormed off, a fan or two appeared to be at-the-ready to wipe their a** with her signature.

Wouldn't you? After all, her conduct was deplorable.

They didn't call the once-perky dame "Hanoi Jane" for no good reason!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

13th Annual Arab Film Festival...a call for filmmaker entries!


The Arab Film Festival is now accepting submissions for the 13th Annual Arab Film Festival to be held in the San Francisco Bay Area and in Los Angeles in October 2009.

The AFF is the oldest and largest annual showcase of works by independent Arab filmmakers that provide insightful and innovative perspectives on Arab culture, art, history and politics.

Founded in 1996, the AFF has grown into an important bridge between the Arab world, Arab-American communities, and the broader American public.

Festival organizers note that they accept submissions of all genres; features, documentaries, experimental works, short films, animations and beyond.

While there is no submission fee, officials strongly encourage filmmakers to submit their entries early.

The deadline for submitting is April 15th, 2009.

Noor Awards (2009)

The Noor Awards, derived from the Arabic word for "light," will celebrate filmmakers whose enlightening and original works distinguish themselves in their category.

A pre-screening committee will select four finalists in each category after viewing all the films participating in (selected to be part of) the festival's competition.

A five-member jury made up of distinguished members of the film and academic communities will select the outstanding film and award a cash prize to a director in the following categories:

Best Narrative Feature: 2000 USD
Best Documentary Feature: 2000 USD
Best Narrative Short: 500 USD
Best Documentary Short: 500 USD

Filmmakers will not be automatically entered into this competition.

Interested artists should note in their submission that they would like the Noor Awards judging panel to consider their project for the prize.

Please note that to be eligible for the 2009 Noor Awards, the film must have been completed after January 1st 2007, and never screened in San Francisco or Los Angeles.

To be considered as a Short, a film cannot be longer than 45 minutes.

Entry Requirements

Each submission requires the following:

1. A preview copy of the film in either DVD or VHS format.
2. Completed entry form.
3. 2 stills & 1 photo of the director (if digital, 300 dpi minimum)
4. Press and marketing materials if available.

A submission does not guarantee exhibition of the film in the 2009 Arab Film Festival.
The Festival does not pay screening fees for submitted films either.

Submission Address

Arab Film Festival
Submissions Department
300 Brannan Street, Suite 508
San Francisco CA 94107

Preview Format

Entries must be submitted on DVD (region 0 or 1).
Artists are asked to test their consumer-burned DVD on several makes and models of players before sending it as a precaution.
A VHS NTSC tape may be included in the submission packet as backup.

Subtitled Entries

All non-English language entries must have English subtitles for preview and for Festival presentation.
Exceptions may be made for entries with no dialogue.

Exhibition

Official Selections will be shown during the Festival in their origin or video format whenever possible.
AFF only screens works available on 35mm, Beta SP, DVCAM, miniDV.
The Festival does not accept films in DigiBeta format.

Shipping Information

Ship your cassette or DVD in a bubble-pack envelope.
A fiber pack envelope can cause damage to tapes and decks.

Costs

All shipping costs to and from Festival must be borne by the sender.
All tapes & DVDs require a title, a shipper's name & return shipping address.

International Entries

The Festival committee recommends that all entries from outside the U.S. be sent by Air Mail Registered or by a parcel or express service.
Entries shipped via air freight can not be accepted if customs and delivery fees have not been prepaid by the filmmakers.

Return of Entries

Preview copies submitted become property of the Festival committee and will not be returned.
Filmmakers retain all rights to their submitted films, however.


http://www.julianayrs.com

Saturday, January 10, 2009

AFI AWARDS Screenings...Guys & Dolls, WALL-E, Frost/Nixon. Arclight Cinemas! January 11th - 29th...


AFI organizers just e-mailed me a press release to remind me that each year, the AFI AWARDS honor excellence in the moving image arts within the context of a year in review.

"This is the next chapter in AFI's national mandate - specifically - the creation of an annual almanac that records and preserves the evolution of the moving image arts in the 21st century. "

Commencing January 12th thru January 19th, a handful of this year's "best in review" will screen at both the Arclight in Hollywood and Sherman Oaks Galleria respectively.

Screening Schedule

Wednesday January 14th (8 p.m.)

FROST/NIXON
A Q & A with Director Ron Howard will follow the screening.
(Sold out)

Wednesday January 21st (8 p.m.)

WALL-E
A Q & A with Director Andrew Stanton will follow the screening.

Wednesday January 28th

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
A Q & A with Director Eric Roth will follow the screening.

Thursday January 29th (8 p.m.)

Frozen River
A Q & A will follow with actors Melissa Leo and Misty Upham will follow.

Arclight Cinemas @ Sherman Oaks

Monday January 12th (7:30 p.m.)

On the Town
Classic Olden Golden Goodie with Frank Sinatra

Monday January 19th (7:30 p.m.)

Guys and Dolls
Classic Olden Golden Goodie with Marlon Brando

Monday January 26th (7:30 p.m.)

Singin' in the Rain
Classic Olden Golden Goodie with Gene Kelley

Information: http://www.afi.com/
Tickets:
http://www.arclightcinemas.com/

Footnote
AFI is a national institute providing leadership in screen education and the recognition and advancement of excellence in the art of film, television and digital media.


http://www.julianayrs.com

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Curious Case of Benjamin Button...illogical plot twists! Not for intelligent filmgoers...


At the end of last year, I stumbled across a paper-thin dog-eared copy of "The Great Gatsby", so I opened the front cover and plunged in for a second read.

Frankly, I forgot what a remarkable writer F. Scott Fitzgerald was!

So, when I took in a screening of the adaptation of a lesser-known literary work - "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" - I was saddened by the convoluted mess I witnessed up on the silver screen!

Granted, the early scenes which moved along at a fast clip, managed to hold the rapt audience (myself included) in their thrall.

And, why not?

After all, intriguing special effects convincingly transformed actor Brad Pitt from a fortyish-male in real life to a gnarly old man in the world of make-believe - and in the creative process - buoyed up the premise of a man moving backwards in time to a credible standard of excellence.

Even when a plot twist hurled Benjamin Button (Pitt) on a tug boat - to toil for a brief stint as a sailor - the project remained afloat at sea.


To some, a clandestine affair with the wife of a Diplomat (Tilda Swinton), may have been a little far-fetched; but, it didn't upset the apple cart in my estimation.

However, Swinton's part amounted to a throw-a-way role, which was annoying.

What a waste of stellar talent on screen!

When "Button" shifted forward and focused the lens on the character's middle years, illogical plot twists flabbergasted me.

Subsequently, the overly-long feature from Paramount & Warner - that a handful of lunatic critics are raving about - ended up all "holes" to me.

For example, although Benjamin was raised in humble surroundings and was an uneducated down-to-earth man - in a revved up second half of the screen oddity - a Brad Pitt fashion show shifted into high gear.

In spite of a lack of foundation, Button is suddenly captured on celluloid jaunting about the globe - by jet, luxury auto, and pristine cabin cruiser - all decked out in what smacks of top-of-the-line Gianni Versace suits and a supporting cast (wardrobe ensembles) that would dazzle even the jaded Duke of Windsor!

Superficial crap!

For a moment, I thought was settling into a shameless segment of a Sydney Sheldon mini-series.
Then, at the heart of the film, the plot zeroed in on a love affair - and subsequent live-in relationship - that Button plunged into with great abandon.

Here, mind-boggling conflicts reared their ugly head for the discerning film buff to ponder incredulous.


For starters, I thought the lead actress - Kate Blanchette - was terribly miscast.

Since the tale is supposed-to hinge on Button's fascination with a mystifying magnetic beauty from his long suffering past, you'd think that the producers would have cast an actress capable of exhibiting those precious qualities.

To me, Blanchett was little more than a cardboard cut-out of the Fitzgerald vision, with mechanical moving parts that propelled her everywhere but in the right direction.

Kate, the bloom is off the rose!

Shortly after a child is born out-of-wedlock, Button is prompted to exit the home life.

Fearing that when he "de"-ages, he'll end up a toddling burden to his mistress and a baffling oddity to the daughter he dotes on (now sprouting into a nubile young creature by-the-minute in the bumpy storyline) Button chooses to roam the high seas.

Ciao, baby!

Now, there are endless shots of Benjamin Button toiling at odd jobs, travelling the highways and byways of the known world, and - on occasion - dashing off the occasional picturesque postcard home.


"Sure wish I could have been there for your first recital," Button whined in one.

"Sorry, I missed the chance," he moaned in another.

What a load of piffle!

When Benjamin Button returned for a visit years later, his buffed bod and mental faculties were still intact.

At this juncture (it was obvious to me, anyway) that Button could have easily attended those first recitals or journeyed home to toast a number of birthdays - even celebrate a special family event or two - before the great "darkness" settled in.

The wanderlust years amounted to beef helper, if you catch my drift.

In the final analysis, the "Curious Case of Benjamin Button" is not a film for the intelligent filmgoer.

No, it's just a lot of eye-candy that ends up leaving a bad taste in the mouth after a - ho hum - predictable ending.

On a scale of 1-10 - 10 being best - Benjamin rates 3 button holes for the snappy designer suit.


Saturday, December 27, 2008

Oscar...ballots in hands of carriers & being delivered today!


Just as I turned the key in my mailbox and swung the little door open to check for mail, a few feet away - inside the sorting room - I overheard a reassuring announcement from a Supervisor at the West Hollywood Post Office.

"Listen up! For security reasons, I shall be personally turning over these Oscar Ballots in my hand to carriers who have recipients on their route . Please ensure that the envelopes are delivered today, if possible."

Ah, one of the benefits of renting a post office box.

If a box-holder is alert - and keen on eavesdropping - occasionally there is a bit of worthwhile scuttlebutt to lap up.

So, Academy Members, in the event you were in the dark about the ballots - take note that the precious little suckers are not only secure - but are being hand-delivered today for your immediate up-close perusal (provided you're at home to hear the knock on the door).




Will Milk get an Oscar nod or two?
The Envelope please!

Monday, November 17, 2008

American Cinematheque...respected actor Samuel L. Jackson to be honored at tony Black Tie Affair!



Samuel L. Jackson will be honored on December 1st (2008) with the prestigious American Cinematheque Award at an elegant Black Tie soiree at the Beverly Hilton Hotel in tony Beverly Hills.

The coveted prize is presented annually to an extraordinary artist who has contributed significantly to the Art of Filmmaking.

Tickets for the glitzy much-anticipated festivities start at $500 a pop - a bit pricey for some - but I expect that the Hollywood elite will turn out in full force to hob-nob, sip on exotic cocktails, and pay tribute to a talented actor who has the respect of many inside-the-industry and out.

Proceeds from this annual tribute fund the year-round community film programs at the American Cinematheque, the non-profit viewer supported arts organization, that preserves the historic 1922 Egyptian Theatre on Hollywood Boulevard and the 1940 Aero Theatre on Montana Avenue in Santa Monica.

The American Cinematheque's public programming celebrates the art of moving pictures and all of its forms - from the classics - to the American Independents, the latest International Productions, Documentaries, Shorts, Animation, and Experimental projects.

Series are highlighted by screenings of rare works, special prints, and audience discussions with filmmakers.

In the final analysis, Cinematheque is dedicated to preserving the movie-going experience - including, but not limited to - ensuring films are screened on the silver screen as they were originally meant to be seen and heard by movie buffs.


Monday, September 22, 2008

Santa Monica International Film Festival...short films catch the spotlight. A few winners!

Art of Stalking...


The organizers for the Santa Monica International Film Festival placed a big spotlight on short films this year.

Understandably.

After all, it is from this pool of fresh talent that emerging filmmakers often make their first mark on the festival circuit.

Unfortunately, the offerings often tend to be a bit "uneven" in quality for a number of reasons.

For starters, first-time-out filmmakers often do not have the skills, training, or experience under their belt, to execute their ideas to their full potential.

Notwithstanding, budget constraints often limit the filmmaker's ability to realize their vision on celluloid, as well.

At the Santa Monica International Film Festival this past weekend - in the picturesque community by the sea - a handful of up-and-coming directors managed to meet the challenges head on much to the delight of theatregoers who took in their eclectic mix of shorts.

On the Saturday afternoon program - "A Days' Work" - (which was ably directed by newcomer Edward Feldman) was a particular stand out.

In part, this was due to the fact Feldman started off with an intelligent script.

The insightful director was smart when it came to logistics, as well.

In advance of the shooting schedule, he carefully plotted his shots - for instance - before jetting off to Prague to capture the ideas on film.

The set-ups were impressive, too; not run-of-the-mill. And, the cinematography - itself - was stunning.


A second short came about in a novel way.

The director (Sherwin Shilati) stepped out of the shower one day with the title for a proposed project swimming in his noggin.

"I kicked Luis Guzman in the face," he quipped to himself a couple of times.

"Great title for a film."

Then, he proceeded to contact Luis Guzman's agent to see if the actor was available. He was. So, the project took off full-steam from there.

The Shilati script exploits the current phenomenon of social hubs like myspace.

In this humorous short - the lead character tries to bolster his popularity on the Internet - by alleging that he "kicked" Luis Guzman in the face.

It works.

A curious scenario unfolds, thereafter, which results in a round of quirky entertainment for the duration.

The director uses a light lens and a few deft touches to buoy the project up.

But, unfortunately, the ending falls flat.

However, "Kicked" was a great vehicle to showcase the director's potential; consequently, I expect that the young auteur will be turning out a bona fide hit sometime in the future.

Sherman took Cultural Studies at USC - and laughingly noted at the Question and Answer session after the screening - that normally he is a "suit" in the industry.

For those of you not familiar with the term, it generally means the brains or business side of the business.

"This project represents my alter ego," he chuckled.

While we're on the subject of "ego", one young man appeared to have a lot of it.

The actor for "Choke. Kick. Girl." boasted on stage that - in addition to inhabiting the lead role in the project - he was Executive Producer of the short.

Ah, youth!

Why is it that young filmmakers are so focused on "labels" and flaunting their "supposed" status in the biz?

Frankly, it doesn't matter if you acted in, directed, and/or produced the project.

What ends up on the screen - whether you deliver or not - is what matters most.

In this instance, the young artist would have been wise to have left the producing to another more qualified individual.

Personally, I found the script a bit convoluted. And, confusing.

The production values - particularly the lighting - left a lot to be desired, too.

At times I felt like I was screening an industrial film for students!

However, the actor did have a flair for comedy. So, I would recommend that he focus on his on-camera schtick, and leave the rest of the production chores to experienced professionals in the future.

"Fun on Earth" - a tale about a student who bumps into a pretty young woman who turns out to be an alien from a "water planet" - also showed a lot of potential.

Although Sterling Jones played the male lead a little too "Clark Kent"-like in style, I expect he'll land a promising role or two that may send him on his way in the acting community.

Alexi Wasser (who currently appears in "Dirt" on a cable network) had a great on-camera presence which caused me to sit up in my comfy seat and take notice.

"She's actually quite funny," harped the director.

"She should be doing comedy."

The director (a Jesse Gordon production) noted he was working on a feature-length version of the scripted idea. I expect if the articulate filmmaker gets the financing, or a green light at a studio, that the project will fair well.

Responses to questions posed by the audience after the screening of the shorts, proved to be quite informative and enlightening as well.

In the Martin Luther King Auditorium at the Santa Monica Library, the young hopefuls noted - for the most part - how tough it was getting their projects off the ground due to financing.


Shorts do not traditionally make money, so it is a difficult row to hoe.

Why bother?



Since a strip of film from this genre is capable of generating buzz in the business - and oftentimes capable of spring-boarding a talented few into the spotlight - every bold-faced effort is made to obtain financing to launch a scripted idea.

"We owe a lot of favors now," Sherman chortled.

In addition to using-up precious favors, a couple of producers also stumbled on creative ways out of their financial dilemmas.

The director for "The Quickie", for instance, signed - what he referred to as - a creative contract.

In exchange for financing on his short, he agreed to hand-off fifty percent of his earnings from his first paid job in the biz.

Ah, talk about selling one's soul to the devil!

Well, the other option is an American Express Platinum card, I guess.

In the second program the following day, another round of celluloid gems impressed upon me how much original talent there is out there vying for the big brass ring.

"Distraxtion" - an animated short - was delightful and wowed the audience, for instance.

"The Art of Stalking" (a thesis film for Amitabh Klemm) was a bit too pedestrian for my aesthetic taste - but was a favorite with the audience - nonetheless.

In sum, the short film experience at the Santa Monica Film Festival was entertaining, full of surprises - and ultimately - showed great promise for emerging young talent in the short film arena.

Hats off to the festival officials for showcasing these talented filmmakers!

Alexi Wasser prepares for "Fun on Earth"...

Sterling Jones sets sights on Alien Valley Girl...

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Lars and the Real Girl...Ryan Gosling in compelling drama! Writer wins "Humanitas Prize"...


In reviewing "Lars and the Real Girl", one critic referred to the project as a love story, but the assessment is misleading.

Through the grapevine, you probably got a whiff of the synopsis for the film.

A shy young man - played expertly by Ryan Gosling - falls in love with an anatomically correct doll he mail-orders from the Internet.

Then, Lars proceeds to introduce the young lady - Bianca - to family and a circle of friends and co-workers as his girlfriend.

Early on, as the story quickly unfolds, it's apparent that Gosling's character is using the "dummy" to bridge an inadequacy while maintaining a grip on reality at the same time.

For example, in spite of the fact the whole idea of a love affair with a manufactured doll seems way out in left field, Gosling's charming character quickly conjures up a support system to protect his imaginary little world.

For example, he quickly figures into the scenario a "wheelchair" to get Bianca around; after all, in the inner-most recesses of his mind, it's obvious that a non-living companion without flesh and blood, cannot walk.

Here, we have the opportunity to glimpse the fascinating machinations of the mind - and witness what its complex reasoning and problem-solving skills are capable of - in the most awkward and unusual circumstances.

This is undoubtedly due to the fact that writer - Nancy Oliver - wrote an insightful compelling script which was just awarded a Humanitas Prize this past week (shared with Ronald Harwood of "The Diving Bell) which honored her for "exploring the human condition and revealing common humanity".

Indeed, the subject matter is handled with good taste and surprising sensitivity; for instance, the segments where Bianca becomes ill resonate deeply and are thought-provoking, at best.

In fact, the tale turns down an intriguing path at this juncture in the film.

A local physician (also a psychologist) treats Bianca under the guise that Lars' companion is the focus of medical care- when, in fact - the "wise old owl" is using the occasion to surreptitiously observe her true patient, Lars.

The functional role is played with understated simplicity by Patricia Clarkson, who turns in an affecting crisp performance, which is right on the money.

The town's people are in on the "skinny" and treat Bianca like a real person.

Initially, the townsfolk react in a classic way: in disgust, with surprise, and full of curiosity!

It stretches one's credulity a bit, though, to imagine that in a small red-neck town - the guys would warm up to the idea and forgo on any taunting of Lars about what appears to be a "fetish", though.

In one humorous moment, one stud retorts:

"Heh, a woman that doesn't talk back, I want one!"

Of course, if you think that the message is that women are expendable: wrong!

In the closing scenes, the underlying theme is underscored, quite explicitly.

There is no substitute for the real thing!

Hence, the title, "Lars and the Real Girl".

You'll figure it out.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Brad Pitt...attends screening at Toronto International Film Festival!






Brad Pitt was seen ducking in a back door of a Theatre at the Toronto International Film Festival when he attended a screening of the new Coen Brothers' feature film "Burn After Reading".

Was the studly film star trying to avoid the paparazzi, the fans, or the movie critics?




Festival Posters have become collectable!

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Hitman...TV Drama in disguise?


In the opening montage of "Hitman", strains of Ava Maria play in the background, as a series of slick images introduce the audience to the tale about to unfold on screen.

For a moment, I thought I was sitting at home watching the TV.

"Hitman" has all the trappings of a fiction series for the idiot box, but lacks muster for the wide silver screen.

In spite of bad reviews, though, their packing 'em in at the movie theaters.

I expect the eye-catching, mysterious ads - surreptitiously tucked away here and there throughout the pages of the major dailies - intrigued a few!

Yeah - it was just a silhouette image in a provocative stance - hinting at mystery and adventure.

Self-explanatory, yes?

The "Hitman" is coming!

The fast-paced action scenarios about hired assassins, global intrigue, and mind-boggling thrills, have widespread appeal to young males in the eighteen to thirty-four-year-old age bracket.

Forget about realism.

Turn in your common sense to the usher at the door, please!

If you like - a riot of explosions, exhilarating smash-ups, imaginative wizardry, and a titillating flash of nubile young flesh - this one's for you, bud.


In fact, there's enough gadgetry and cutting-edge paraphernalia to satisfy any discerning techie junkie.

Unfortunately, only a person with half a brain would find the plot satisfying intellectually.


Here's the premise in a nutshell.

A secret organization recruits young men at a tender age and trains the studly innocents to become ruthless robot-style killers.

In essence, they're assassins for hire, who are virtually unstoppable.

But, the producers have ignored the obvious at times.

For example, a bald villain with a ubiquitous bar code on the back of his head?

Wouldn't the hired gun stand-out in a crowd, and later, be easily identified by witnesses?

Talk about loopy!

Notwithstanding this obvious flaw in the storyline, it also stretches one's credulity to imagine how a professional killer - at the top of his game - could miss an easy target.

In "Hitman", a nasty villain actually goes off half-cocked - and misses the package - in spite of the fact the target is out in the open without any obstructions in sight!

Gee, if I was the contractor, I'd want my moolah back pronto!

To make matters worse, the lead - Timothy Olyphant - has all the sex appeal of a rubber suit.

And a curious acting style, to boot.

His facial expression - yeah, there's only one - jogs the sensibilities.

Then, there's the stilted walk on slight tippie-toe, which effects a curious bounce whenever he struts gingerly by onscreen.

Ah, the super hero is a swish!

My favorite moment occurs when he's about to spring into action.

At that juncture, he lowers his chin slightly- levels his eyes into camera - and then advances forward slo mo.

A tad distracting.

A lot was exploited in "Hitman", but when it came to Olyphant, the producers looked askance.

Theatre-goers undoubtedly paused to wonder why the suits at the studio failed to jump on the opportunity to show off a little flesh - defined pecs, chiseled abs - the like.

Yes, there was one shower scene, but it was shot through frosted glass and consisted of a few seconds of a burly arm and out-of-focus chest.

Does Olyphant have a rash, I wonder. Maybe, his figure is less than Greek?

Perhaps the filmmakers expect fans to wait with bated breath for the sequel?

Gee, they lost me already.

I'd rather watch old episodes of the Six Million Dollar man.

Monday, November 19, 2007

"Kids off the Couch"...focuses on cultural events for kids!


At a family day recently, I stumbled on a small booth sponsored by the creative team at "Kids off the Couch".

What is "Kids Off the Couch"?

"Kids" is an online service that provides a free weekly newsletter that offers up fresh ideas to get kids excited about film, culture, and quality family time.

"Kids" researches classic, foreign, and documentary films and reads widely to make informed choices for parents.

In fact, the organizers screen many films first before deciding they're worthy to recommend on the "Kids off the Couch" website.

Once the young film enthusiasts like a film, they award it a "Popcorn Rating".

Their web site is a delight.

Check it out - and while you're there - sign up for the free newsletter!

www.kidsoffthecouch.com



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Friday, October 19, 2007

Gone Baby Gone...a morality tale! Admirably directed by Ben Affleck...


Opening narratives normally turn me off, but in the case of the feature film - "Gone Baby Gone" - the device worked quite effectively.

While the dialogue was a bit preachy as the opening scenes unfolded, undoubtedly, it was Casey Affleck's insightful interpretation of the scripted material that touched a chord.

In sum, his voice evoked a ring of truth which resonated.

One critic noted that Ben Affeck's directing debut on "Baby" was a bit rough around the edges. True.

But, just maybe, he was going for that natural Independent film look without all the slick Hollywood touches.

With a delicate hand and a keen eye, Affleck ushers us into the heart of the story without much fuss or bother.

A young woman's daughter has gone missing.

Without a ransom note - and after a police investigation for three days on a cold trail leads to dead ends - an aunt approaches a young gumshoe (played capably by Casey Affleck) to poke around the neighborhood for clues.

Affleck's character was raised in the area and has inside associations with the locals - so when police leads turn cold - the distraught woman turns to the private dick for help.


With his pretty baby face - and naive demeanor - he appears to be an unlikely candidate for the task. But, when it comes to a crunch, he holds his own admirably.

As he swaggers into the underbelly of the hood, he mixes and mingles with a cast of colorful distasteful characters.

Some individuals would throw up their hands in disgust and retort "white trash".

For sure, casting could have been conducted on the Jerry Springer show.

Actually, Affleck pulled people from the streets to play a handful of small parts in the intense drama.

Hitchcock often cast minor roles with relative unknowns. The legendary directory felt that if an actor's face was less familiar to the audience, it may lend more realism to the film.

It works here!

A lot of the language is pretty foul (raw) with no holds barred.

And - as the story progresses - the bizarre twists and plot turns become a little convoluted!

It's a sordid tale about child abuse, dirty cops, and a slice of life that middle America would prefer to cast a blind eye to.

Some judicious editing would have tightened up the project somewhat.

But, this being Ben's first "baby", he goes all out (what the heck).

When it's determined that the child has not really been "kidnapped" at all, but taken to "save her" from her from a squalid existence, the piece becomes a morality tale.

A question arises.

Should the child be returned to the rightful parent - an immature drug-addicted selfish one - or stay with a family that will provide a loving home and the needs of life?

At this juncture, the floodgates opened for me.

I suppose, I have a confession to make.

When I was seven years old, a strange man came up to me on the street outside my elementary school - addressed me by name - and then asked me one question.

"Are you happy?"

For the life of me - to this day - I can't recall my response.

The next day, he reappeared on a mission.

After my clothes were packed into little bags, he bundled me up into a late model car parked out front.

As we drove off, I stared out the window and caught the distressing image of my mother standing on the stoop, wiping the tears from her eyes.

Although the details are still a little vague, I recall being taken into a small courtroom; then - with little more ado - I was made a ward of the State.

In moments, I was whisked away to a quaint little house in the suburbs, where I was placed in the care of a pleasant elderly couple.

A few days earlier - a couple of my mother's friends had been involved in a drunken brawl - which resulted in a serious injury to one man's head.

In what seemed like seconds, in a nightmarish turn of events, police and medics swirled all around the humble little dwelling, as the authorities tried to resolve the issues.

After an urgent plea from distant relatives and neighbours, child welfare was inclined to release me from my Mother's care, and place me in the custody of the State.

There's a line in the film:

"You are who you are because of where you haven't been."

Over the years, I have reflected on the past, and occasionally it haunts me.

Would I be the same person I am today, if I had not been transplanted from my "roots?"

Although I was nurtured and given the necessities of life - schooled, taken care of physically, mentally, and emotionally - sometimes I long for my youth.

There is no substitute for a Mother's love...

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Things We Lost in the Fire...a script, for this abysmal bore of a film!



There is only one reason to purchase a ticket to take in Dreamworks' new feature, "Things we lost in the fire": Benicio Del Toro!

From the moment he saunters on the screen, in this Halle Berre vehicle, every fibre of his being resonates; in essence, his performance is a work of art - a revelation!

In this overly-long drama, he inhabits the persona of an addict with such remarkable precision - and insightful, almost intuitive imaginings - that one sits mesmerized in the theatre spellbound, riveted by each gesture, nuance, and facial expression.

Essentially, the tale is about a woman, Berre - perhaps, more on this later - who loses her husband in a senseless killing and her subsequent struggle to regain her momentum once again in life...

Enter, Del Toro, a lifelong friend of her husband, who arrives at the funeral somewhat disheveled, but coherent.

On the verge of recovery, with monumental problems of his own, he sets aside his own yearnings in a concerted effort to not only heal her wounds, but give much-needed guidance to her two young children, struggling in the wake of the tragedy.

But, conflicts - some needless, others realistic - rear their ugly head, and interfere.

Suddenly, the stress of an unexpected confrontation sends Del Toro's character headlong into a relapse and straight back to the gritty back alleys, where desperate users burn their bridges and seek solace in a forlorn "shooting gallery", off-the-beaten track.

At this juncture, the film shifts gear full throttle, and focuses on Jerry's efforts to come clean.

That is one of the major problems with the film...

When the opening scenes for "Things we lost in the fire" unfold, for a moment or two, the audience is under the impression the tale is about Ms. Berre's character.

But wait, as flashbacks spin out on the screen, it suddenly appears that we're mistaken; perhaps the drama is all about her husband, played by David Duchovny (who phones in his role), and some deep dark secret?

When it appears the film is gaining footing, and forging ahead in some logical direction, suddenly - "Fire" shifts a gear - then puts the spotlight on the children and their erupting, emotional problems.

Essentially, the audience is confused at this point; after all, the scripted tale is spreading out in all directions, without any center or focus...like a ship, without a rudder.

The Director, Susanne Bier, must have been a still photographer in a former incarnation, because on this project...she needlessly lingers on intense, up-close eyeball shots, and frames half-lit faces - yes, evoking moods, but without making any coherent sense.

Frankly, this filmgoer couldn't fathom what she was up to...

Ha!

When I start to pay tribute to the furniture, I know someone is in trouble.

How would I sort out this mish-mash mess of a film?

Well, for starters, flashbacks of Duchovny would be kept to a minimum.

In addition, I'd bestow a respectful period of mourning...then, move on.

In my version of "Things we lost in the fire", the lens would zero in on Del Toro's addiction, and Barre's altruistic efforts to help him come clean - in loving memory of her husband, perhaps?

In its current skin, the audience can only pray that everything goes up in flames again...and, that Del Toro is the lone survivor - well, maybe with the kids in tow, too.

Halle, what were you thinking when you signed on for this project?

No Oscar buzz here, for you...

For Benecio, yes!

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Rendition...Americans don't torture people!


As the ushers led the way to the Theatre, we were confronted by a battalion of well-heeled security men in black suits who waved wands up and down our bodies to scour for illegal recording devices.

"Rendition" - a New Line Production - was being unveiled at the Grove and the producers were anxious to ensure that no sneak previews or bootleg copies were released over the Internet.

The excited audience settled into their seats in anticipation of the screening starring popular actors Jack Gyllenhaal and Reese Witherspoon.

When promoters noted fans were turned away at the door, filmgoers felt privileged to have made the cut.

Yeah, it may be a hit at the box office.

The lights fell and the opening scenes quickly unfolded in Cape Town, South Africa.

In moments, the audience was quickly thrust forward into the action, due to some deft inter-cutting of film footage and dramatic storytelling devices.

Suddenly, there was an explosion.

In seconds, we were thrust into the shadowy world of terrorism and espionage.

And, just as quickly, a foreign-looking man was detained by U.S. Customs and ushered into a side room for interrogation.

Based on vague evidence, the man - with a U.S. Green card and expectant American wife residing in the U.S. - was now being asked to explain possible ties to terrorists overseas.

When the government was not pleased with the response, a top-ranking official - played cunningly by Meryl Streep - barked an order to her disapproving aide.

"Put him on the plane."

No, this was not an episode of "Fantasy Island".

On the contrary, Rendition is an intense drama about the unlawful detainment of suspected terrorists who are stripped of their rights, by virtue of a shocking illegal practice that is sanctioned by the U.S. Government.

In this fictionalized thriller, the suspected terrorist is shunted off to an overseas ally, where questionable methods of extracting information are prevalent.

However, the CIA and others high-up in Government, disavow any knowledge of the atrocities.

On an aside - it's important to note that last year 60 minutes verified that the CIA did - in fact - own an airplane which was used for this kind of clandestine purpose.

During the course of the investigation it was verified that the CIA registered a bogus company - and the subsequent ownership of the aircraft - to a post office box in the United States.

Then, the CIA used a convoluted paper trail to conceal their alarming illegal conduct from the American public and politicians alike.

It's a touchy issue which is driven home in the film.

For example, when Gyllenhaal's character fails to extract any information from the prisoner, his superior demands to know why he is not making any headway.

He quips, "It's my first torture."

Streep's character responds angrily.

"Americans do not torture people."

Well, sort of.

From the 60 minutes expose - and through other media sources - it's been established that the CIA "farms" the work out and oversees the "operations".

But, the agency has continued to deny wrongdoing.

True to form, when Witherspoon's character tries to determine where her husband is, the tale takes a compelling turn.

A friend from college, who coincidentally works in a Senator's office, tries to help.

When he makes an overture, he's suddenly embroiled in a hotbed of political issues.

Go figure!

When the politician stridently plays the U.S. Constitution "card", Streep's character trumps it with her own, "National Security".

The film has a rich palette; in fact, Rendition is spellbinding to watch due to skillful lighting, excellent cinematography, and capable directing by Gavin Hood.

In addition, there are stand-out performances by Alan Arkin and Streep and a raft of competent supporting players.

Personally, I found Jake Gyllenhaal's characterization flawed.

There are shots of his character heavily-drinking and chain-smoking early on in the film.

But, there's nothing in the plot to support or explain away the behaviour.

The problem may be with the script and a failure on the part of the screenwriters to flesh out his character.

Just maybe, it's partly due to Jake's shallow acting style, too.

Blank stares in key scenes didn't register as "frustration" or even a "loss for words" to me.

In fact, I was troubled by the fact there was no light in his eyes for most of his performance - or even a perceptible reaction to events on occasion - when begging.

So, when his character finally takes a bold step - which causes the audience to clap and cheer - the right action is more-or-less an afterthought. After all, there has been nothing on the silver screen to support his sudden jolt from the deep slumber.

Well - you could argue that because the exercise turned up nothing t he was bound to release the guy anyway - with an eye to saving his back in the future.

Indeed, there was nothing heroic about the deed, which the filmmakers would have the audience believe.

The creative decision to flash forward - then back again - to facilitate the unfolding of the tale was confusing, too.

A straightforward approach to the drama - with a logical sequence of events (without gimmicks or clever manipulation) - would have been a better road to travel.

In some respects, the way the filmmakers introduced the characters, was intriguing.

By inter-cutting scenes back and forth (subtitled segments were basically assigned the territory of the "bad guys") the movie-goer was able to glimpse the thought processes on each side.

For this reason, a sense of humanity resonated in the characters - or didn't - accordingly.

The terrorists appeared to be resolutely urged on by "God" and faith, while the Americans appeared to be propelled forward out of a sense of duty to "country".

In sum, the message was laid thread bare.

For starters, there are a number of misconceptions about race and culture.

Bottom line - terrorism, torture and violence - can never be condoned in a civilized society.

What was the underlying message?

We're all human, with a basic need for love.

And, in the final analysis, war is not the answer.

Until mankind recognizes that, filmmakers will continue to exploit the issues on the big screen, in a deceitful effort to rustle up bucks for their own selfish end.

What did P.T. Barnum once say say?

"There's a sucker born every minute"

Friday, October 12, 2007

Ryan Gosling...compelling role in drama "Lars and the Real Girl"!

In reviewing "Lars and the Real Girl", one critic referred to the project as a love story, but the assessment is misleading.

Through the grapevine, you probably got a whiff of the synopsis for the film.

A shy young man - played expertly by Ryan Gosling - falls in love with an anatomically correct doll he mail-orders from the Internet.

Then, Lars proceeds to introduce the young lady - Bianca - to family and a circle of friends and co-workers as his girlfriend.

Early on, as the story quickly unfolds, it's apparent that Gosling's character is using the "dummy" to bridge an inadequacy while maintaining a grip on reality at the same time.

For example, in spite of the fact the whole idea of a love affair with a manufactured doll seems way out in left field, Gosling's charming character quickly conjures up a support system to protect his imaginary little world.

For example, he quickly figures into the scenario a "wheelchair" to get Bianca around; after all, in the inner-most recesses of his mind, it's obvious that a non-living companion without flesh and blood, cannot walk.

Here, we have the opportunity to glimpse the fascinating machinations of the mind - and witness what its complex reasoning and problem-solving skills are capable of - in the most awkward and unusual circumstances.

This is undoubtedly due to the fact that writer - Nancy Oliver - wrote an insightful compelling script which was just awarded a Humanitas Prize this past week (shared with Ronald Harwood of "The Diving Bell) which honored her for "exploring the human condition and revealing common humanity".

Indeed, the subject matter is handled with good taste and surprising sensitivity; for instance, the segments where Bianca becomes ill resonate deeply and are thought-provoking, at best.

In fact, the tale turns down an intriguing path at this juncture in the film.

A local physician (also a psychologist) treats Bianca under the guise that Lars' companion is the focus of medical care- when, in fact - the "wise old owl" is using the occasion to surreptitiously observe her true patient, Lars.

The functional role is played with understated simplicity by Patricia Clarkson, who turns in an affecting crisp performance, which is right on the money.

The town's people are in on the "skinny" and treat Bianca like a real person.

Initially, the townsfolk react in a classic way: in disgust, with surprise, and full of curiosity!

It stretches one's credulity a bit, though, to imagine that in a small red-neck town - the guys would warm up to the idea and forgo on any taunting of Lars about what appears to be a "fetish", though.

In one humorous moment, one stud retorts:

"Heh, a woman that doesn't talk back, I want one!"

Of course, if you think that the message is that women are expendable: wrong!

In the closing scenes, the underlying theme is underscored, quite explicitly.

There is no substitute for the real thing!

Hence, the title, "Lars and the Real Girl".

You'll figure it out.

Friday, September 28, 2007

Heartbreak Kid...premier buzz!


There was a buzz in the air in Westwood last night...

As attendants rolled out the red carpet, the word was out that Ben Stiller's new romantic comedy, "The Heartbreak Kid", was being unveiled at the Landmark Theater.

Security was tight.

When I approached the entrance, a couple of burly bodyguards blocked my path, but they parted like the Red Sea when I flashed my ticket with instructions to admit.

The paparazzi swarmed the entire outside perimeter, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of Stiller, or at least some notable celeb to take a snap at.

In the lobby, ushers sharply attired, stood at attention, discreetly sweeping up the odd bit of trash which somehow managed to drift surreptitiously to the plush rugs underfoot.

Popcorn and soft drinks were on the house; modest offerings, yes - but zesty, nonetheless.

The atmosphere in the lobby was electric....

Pretty ladies in simple, elegant party dresses - usually a couple of inches above the knee, with a lot of bare shoulder and plunging neckline - chatted each other up; while their male counterparts - sartorially attired in monochromatic hues of black (occasionally grey) - scanned and sized up the power-brokers in the foyer.

Alas, a number of guests were a trifle disappointed when they were asked to take their seats after a Fire Marshal warned that lingering in the lobby was against local code.

For star-gazers, it meant there would not be chance to mingle with the celebrities as they were escorted into the gala premier.

With little fanfare, the curtain fell, and the film sprang to life on the screen.

Judging by the enthusiastic applause as the credits rolled, there were quite a few studio executives and production people in the theater last night, cheering on their talent.

The story quickly unfolded with a rapid-fire array of zany jokes spilling off the screen at breakneck speed.

In the opening scenes it was quickly established that Ben Stiller's character was a 40-year old man named Ed, yet to take the matrimonial plunge.

Egged on by his father, played by the star's real-life father (and a humiliating experience at the wedding of his ex-girlfriend to another man), Ed stumbles into a young beauty, pursues a brief courtship sans sex, and is suddenly married off before we can toss rice.

Heading down the highway to Mexico and a much anticipated honeymoon in romatic climbs, it suddenly becomes apparent to our heartbreak kid that something is not okey dokey upstairs with Mrs. Right.

In a handful of hilarious scenes - where Stiller's comedic timing is in top form - he is crushed to uncover his wife's sordid past...an addiction to blow, twenty-six thousand dollars of debt, and so on.

While most men would be thrilled to discover their new bride was a wild seductress in bed, capable of pretzel-bending moves not listed in the Guinness Book of Sexual Records, our conquering hero is mortified.

He confides to a friend he's been had, in more ways than one!

At this juncture, there is a bit of a lull, the audience becomes restless, and the filmgoer tosses and turns a bit in their seats.

But, when the missus gets badly sunburned, the tale takes an refreshing turn, the "kid" gets back on track, and everyone snaps out of their deep funk.

While Ed's wife is recuperating in their suite, our antsy Lothario is forced to fend for himself at the luxury resort.

As fate would have it, he falls for a young beauty from the States more suited to his down-to-earth organic tastes.

Suddenly, the whole movie shifts into high gear; there are complex, side-splitting moments of mayhem, mistaken assumptions, and turn-abouts that only Stiller's fine, comedic tuning could ever manage to pull off without a hitch.

While the film is funny, and Stiller commands with a captivating, charismatic presence on screen, the tendency to go for the toilet humor is his undoing.

"Heartbreak Kid" had the potential to be a classic, entertaining romantic comedy, able to stretch across the demographic; but the overly-aggressive bedroom scenes, which border on soft porn, stall the movie's widespread appeal from the get-go.

A couple of naughty visuals also register a definite no-no - in polite company, anyway.

Hence, the R rating.

For the most part, Stiller's in charge, at what he does best, but without gaining any groundbreaking, innovative, or artistic ground in the eyes of the industry.

In my estimation, the summer's blockbuster hit, "Knocked Up", was a much better film in the romantic comedy genre; if it's still playing locally, jump at the chance to spring for a ticket.

Sorry about that, Ben!

Friday, September 21, 2007

Into the Wild...middle-of-the-road film entertains! Sean Penn directs...


When I was 17, I attended a "free college" where students were permitted to determine their own courses for their degree programs.

In addition, the housing for the experimental school was set up in an ashram situation, so that the students were thrown together in a community-style setting so that aspects of the day-to-day routine could be incorporated into the learning experience.

For its day, the concept was novel and forward-thinking, and did much to formulate a number of my vital ideas about society and the human condition.

One day, a visitor to the College sat down next to me in the common room, and we engaged in a long-winded philosophical talk.

At the end of our conversation the gentleman (about fifteen years older than myself) took out a pen and paper, jotted down a few words, and then handed over the note.

As he strode off chuckling, I glanced down at his comments and was struck dumb.

After a bit of meaningless rambling he remarked in a somewhat angry tone:

"You are a product of the petite bourgeoisie, and until you rid yourself of the sins of your capitalistic parents, your soul will know no rest."

I was thunderstruck!

The words often return to haunt me; subsequently, to this day I often reflect on their meaning.

So - when the opening scenes of "In the wild" (Sean Penn directed) unfolded on the screen - the origins of the emotions of the Chris McCandless character were easy to fathom.

An innocent seeking the answers, he was obviously troubled by the emphasis his parents placed on "things" material, and the importance of outward appearances.

Without doubt, the young lad (fresh out of College) was also troubled by the lies and half-truths that his parents engaged in and the gut-wrenching surrealness of their daily existence.

It is evident from the get-go that Chris felt their value system was twisted; so, he hankered to wash his hands of it.

Understandably, he made a quick exit one day in search of the answers, to the puzzlement of his parents.

After an unexpected flash-flood shakes him up a little in the desert - he abandons his beat up car, burns his money - and strikes out into the wilderness.

He seeks a life without the ties that bind.

During a brief stint of hitch-hiking, the young adventurer encounters a handful of intriguing characters.

For example, on one comical occasion, he stumbles on a commune for hippies as he is humbly encamped next to a nudist-colony in the wilderness while working at a local grainery.

After making a pact to realize his dream of habitating in the wilds of Alaska, McCandless hastens to line up a job or two to earn some money, so that he can embark on his plans without delay.

Eventually, he takes his first unsteady steps into the great white North, then promptly sets up a respite in an abandoned bus near a lush riverbank.

Within a few short eventful weeks, it appears McCandless will grasp the golden ring he's been achingly grasping for.

For example, he sups on his own wild-life catch daily, ever-mindful of the delicate balance of nature and the need for harmony.

But - due to a lack of experience, stupidity, or an unfortunate miscalculation - our conquering hero gets trapped in the wilderness without warning.

Without ready food on hand, McCandless (this is a true story) tries to find sustenance in nature; however, after mistakenly gobbling down a handful of poisonous berries, his sad demise unfolds miserably before us.

There is nothing earth-shattering or innovative about this tale.

In fact, thousands of teens - boys and girls alike - slip away quietly (or run) from unhappy homes every year in America with the insatiable desire to find a better life, some answers about the meaning of it, or quite simply to get their bearings in the great scheme of things.

Emile Hirsch turns in a stunning winning performance for the full-length of this overly-long - at times - draggy film.

Yes, the up-and-coming actor manages to sustain our interest and hold his own, much to his credit.

The breathtaking cinematography and raw footage of the wild is worth the price of admission alone.

But some of the material is well-travelled, cliche - and frankly - dated.

Since Penn struggled for ten years to secure the rights to the story, it's easy to fathom why the tale fails to resonate profoundly; indeed, had it been produced a decade or so ago the impact would have been more resounding.

Penn's attempts at gimmicks and storytelling tools - with the specific aim of Hollywood-izing the film - are misguided, too; ultimately, the awkward efforts take away from the natural sweetness and simple truths that lie at the tender heart of it.

However - "In the Wild" - is enjoyable family entertainment; albeit, nothing particularly outstanding.

Some would label it middle-of-the-road - a popcorn film - at best.

 
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