After spending his career creating film adaptations of other people's content, Zack Snyder (along with co-writer Steve Shibuya) delves into writing for the first time with Sucker Punch. Snyder's trademark visuals are on full display, but anyone expecting this movie to be anything more than visual gratification will surely be disappointed. This movie is like a Cadbury cream egg that's been pricked with a needle and slowly drained of the nougat inside: we're upset all the substance is gone, but at least the chocolate shell is still tasty. On the most basic level, the film succeeds at being an entertaining piece of pop art that has some of the most ridiculous visuals ever committed to celluloid. What other movie has fire-breathing dragons, zeppelins, giant samurai with Gatling guns, robots, and machine gun-toting reanimated zombie Nazis?
Sucker Punch
Co-writer/Director: Zack Snyder
Starring: Emily Browning, Abbie Cornish, Jena Malone, Vanessa Hudgens, Jamie Chung
Is Sucker Punch a good movie? Absolutely not. The script is riddled with as many cliches as there are spent bullet casings, with laughably bad dialogue and stilted performances throughout. Snyder reaches for epic ideas of survival and sacrifice, but because the film is so outrageous, it's hard to take him seriously; it's tough transitioning from a 10 minute slow motion action sequence to pretending to care about the death of a character in whom we've never truly been invested.
But was Snyder trying to make a "good movie" in the widely accepted sense of the phrase? I'm not sure, but I'm leaning towards "no" on that one, too. Sucker Punch is one of the best examples of a film playing to its demographic that I can think of; the intended audience - teenage guys - will go nuts for this thing. Come for the guns and dragons, stay for the over-sexualized fetishization of its female actors.
More on that later. First, let's go over the plot. This should take about forty seconds, considering there really isn't much of one. Baby Doll is institutionalized in the first five minutes of the film for an accidental crime, and in order to cope with her upcoming lobotomy (organized by her skeezy step-father and set to be performed by Jon Hamm, who is hideously underused in about three total minutes of screen time), she creates an alternate reality. The first layer replaces the asylum with an old-timey theater, in which the inmate girls are no longer prisoners to be gawked and violated by corrupt guards and cooks, but now dancers and prostitutes for high rollers and greasy politicians. When it's Baby Doll's turn to dance, she goes into a trance and imagines herself in another layer altogether: different each time, but with her and her fellow inmates as warriors battling robot ninjas and the like. Her mission: gain the items necessary for escape.
The entire movie uses its barely-there story as a stepping stone to jump from one action scene to the next, feeling more like an annoying interruption to a two-hour music video than a vital part of the film. Sucker Punch is half music video, half video game, complete with levels, items, and team search-and-destroy missions. But where Scott Pilgrim vs. The World used a bright color palette and the retro games of our childhoods to create a loving homage to video game culture, this movie is influenced more by the gritty dirt-stained look of more modern games like Call of Duty. Snyder eschews the typical three act structure for a level-based narrative, in which each action sequence (five in total) provides the distraction necessary for the girls to acquire a specific item in the theater layer of reality.
If you're like me, all this talk of layers and levels may remind of you of Chris Nolan's Inception. Warner Bros. has two of the biggest filmmakers on the planet in Snyder and Nolan, and though their styles are completely different, they're currently working together to bring Superman back to the big screen (Snyder's directing, Nolan's producing). Sucker Punch is kind of like Snyder's Inception, an original idea developed by the filmmaker after making serious bank for the studio working from other people's concepts. And though this movie is nowhere near as effective as Nolan's, I respect Snyder for stepping out from the shadow of other properties and trying to make it on his own. I also don't want to imply that even the levels of reality in Sucker Punch are as well executed as Inception; instead, I bring this up to say that I had such low expectations for Sucker Punch I was pleasantly surprised when they put a bit of thought into the film's structure instead of simply bookending it with the asylum sequences and calling it a day.
One of the biggest problems I had with the film comes in its depiction of its female characters. Listen, I love hot women as much as the next guy, but when infantilizing and fetishizing these girls reaches the point where they're one curl away from Natalie Portman during that scene in V For Vendetta, you should probably take a step back and think about what you're doing as a filmmaker. That's especially true if the themes of your movie are supposed to be about empowerment. If most of this movie takes place in Baby Doll's head, why are the characters dressed this way? To quote Morpheus, is that her "mental projection of her digital self"? (I guess technically it's not a "digital" self here, but you get the idea.) Snyder's trying to tell me that Baby Doll sees herself in a slutty schoolgirl outfit in her own mind's eye, complete with charms attached to the end of her handgun? I find it a little hard to believe that she sees herself in an outfit crafted primarily to please men*, but even if Snyder thinks that's a justifiable character decision, the message is still jumbled because on a purely visual level it enforces the very thing the film criticizes.
This is a Zack Snyder movie, after all, so let's talk about some of the positives. Objectifying or not, the costume designs were a highlight. Jena Malone's hair is the best direct translation of anything anime into live action I've ever seen. The overall production design was great, too, whether it be depicting the dingy atmosphere of the asylum or a spired castle with orcs from Lord of the Rings crawling all over it. By the time we see a giant Saturn-esque planet in the background of one of Baby Doll's imagined worlds, you're either along for the ride or you're not - fortunately for me, Sucker Punch hooked me early in this regard so I could enjoy these aspects instead of resent them like many of my colleagues did.
Say what you will about the man, but Snyder can direct the hell out of an action sequence. I've said this before, but he knows what looks cool and uses slow motion as his tool to bring his vision to life and accent little moments to drive his point home. Same can be said here: the fight scenes have the feel of a guru behind the camera (though they all seem a bit too similar to each other for my tastes). There's an extended sequence near the end when the girls fight robots on a train near the end which reminded me of River Tam's epic takedown of the Reavers in Serenity (sorry Zack - Joss did it better).
You've probably noticed I've gone this far without mentioning the acting. That's on purpose - Emily Browning seems to be a mute for half of the film, letting her sword and 9mm do most of the talking. (Her role was originally given to Amanda Seyfried, who had to drop out due to scheduling conflicts with her TV show "Big Love.") Jena Malone and Abbie Cornish are occasionally called upon to actually emote, but it's really tough to care when the film itself doesn't seem to put any importance into what anyone is saying. Hudgens and Chung are essentially worthless, filling out the posse and that's about it. Like this movie, they all look fantastic, but there's nothing really going on beneath the surface.
If you love seeing people fall from the sky and land with their fist in the ground, only to slowly and dramatically raise their heads with intense looks on their faces, you should love this movie: it happens more times here than in any one piece of media I can remember. Sucker Punch is fine entertainment for the pre-summer season, but I hope I'm not expecting too much when I hope for those tentpoles to be a bit smarter than this film: a shiny package, but nothing's inside. Until next time...
*It has just come to my attention that sexy schoolgirl outfits actually have the potential to provide women with confidence instead of just objectifying them. "Sex is power," someone once told me, and having that power over men in that way seems to be at least partially what Snyder was going for here.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Limitless
Limitless is a run-of-the-mill drama populated with tons of imagery and plot points we've seen hundreds of times before on the big screen. The basic premise - a guy finds a drug that grants him access to his entire mind, enabling his meteoric rise to prominence - and variations on it have been done to death. But though it leans heavily on tired plot points, the film somehow manages to be a quick digestible thriller that doesn't overextend its message or reach for ideas that are too grandiose. It's a B movie through and through, complete with ratcheting levels of lunacy that increase with the runtime.
Limitless
Director: Neil Burger
Starring: Bradley Cooper, Robert De Niro, Abbie Cornish
Originally set as a starring vehicle for Shia LaBeouf, the movie features rising star Bradley Cooper as he ably steps into this role. As is the case with most of his films, Cooper is enjoyable to watch. This role doesn't require much range from the actor, but before he begins taking NZT (the name of the drug), we see - ever so briefly - Cooper as a schlubby writer: unkempt, dirty, a failure at his job, and dumped by his girlfriend. Quickly though, as if the writer has no confidence in her lead actor to pull off a convincing duality (or, more likely, she just didn't care), Cooper morphs into the smarmy cocksure douchebag he's made a career out of playing. Still fun to watch, just not as interesting.
When a chance meeting with an old acquaintance leads Eddie Morra (Cooper) to NZT, life can't get much worse for him. But he soon realizes that this drug isn't exactly street legal: it allows users to access all of their brain power, making Eddie the smartest guy in the room - regardless of what room he's in. It only takes him a few minutes to realize the drug's potential (he has sex with his landlord's daughter almost instantly due to his newfound conversational charm from unlocking eidetic memory), and soon after, Eddie's on his way to the top. The movie basically turns into Wall Street: Drugs Never Sleep, and Robert De Niro pops in for about half an hour of total screen time to raise the stakes as one part of a huge company merger Eddie helps negotiate.
SPOILERS AHEAD
I love Limitless for embracing insanity as it nears the end: the scene in which Abbie Cornish sprints across an outdoor ice rink, grabs a random child, and swings her around using the still-attached skate to slice her pursuer's face got a huge laugh from me because until that point, the film had toed the line of being legitimate. After that, it's game on for all kinds of crazy stuff, including Bradley Cooper drinking that guy's blood to get the last of the NZT (which I called as soon as the dude injected it, as I'm sure many of you did). There are no consequences for Eddie's actions throughout almost the whole movie; in fact, it rewards him for taking this drug! He theoretically killed that woman in the hotel room, he treats his girlfriend like crap (see: the aforementioned "landlord's daughter" incident) and of course she comes back to him, and he kills multiple people. His punishment? He becomes an elected government official and manages to reverse-engineer the drug so he's always on it with no side effects. What kind of message is Neil Burger trying to send here?
END SPOILERS
While most of this movie treads familiar territory, there is one aspect in which it breaks relatively new ground: the fantastic opening credits sequence and an effect that's featured a few times in the movie. Check it out below:
I've never seen anything quite like that before, and though Burger overuses it a bit, it's still a really cool effect and perhaps the one standout aspect that makes this film memorable. Matt Singer over at IFC talked to the director about these "fractal zooms" and his piece is definitely worth a read if you're as interested in this as I am.
Limitless isn't quite bad enough or exploitive enough to be called trash cinema. It's not a great movie or anything, but if you can get past Cooper's greased hair and pompous swagger, it's a fun time with enough ridiculousness to make it worth your while if you're cruising through Netflix Instant on a weeknight. I won't be watching this again for a few years (if ever), but the parts mentioned in the spoiler section above (not to mention those rad credits) made me glad I checked it out. Until next time...
Limitless
Director: Neil Burger
Starring: Bradley Cooper, Robert De Niro, Abbie Cornish
Originally set as a starring vehicle for Shia LaBeouf, the movie features rising star Bradley Cooper as he ably steps into this role. As is the case with most of his films, Cooper is enjoyable to watch. This role doesn't require much range from the actor, but before he begins taking NZT (the name of the drug), we see - ever so briefly - Cooper as a schlubby writer: unkempt, dirty, a failure at his job, and dumped by his girlfriend. Quickly though, as if the writer has no confidence in her lead actor to pull off a convincing duality (or, more likely, she just didn't care), Cooper morphs into the smarmy cocksure douchebag he's made a career out of playing. Still fun to watch, just not as interesting.
When a chance meeting with an old acquaintance leads Eddie Morra (Cooper) to NZT, life can't get much worse for him. But he soon realizes that this drug isn't exactly street legal: it allows users to access all of their brain power, making Eddie the smartest guy in the room - regardless of what room he's in. It only takes him a few minutes to realize the drug's potential (he has sex with his landlord's daughter almost instantly due to his newfound conversational charm from unlocking eidetic memory), and soon after, Eddie's on his way to the top. The movie basically turns into Wall Street: Drugs Never Sleep, and Robert De Niro pops in for about half an hour of total screen time to raise the stakes as one part of a huge company merger Eddie helps negotiate.
SPOILERS AHEAD
I love Limitless for embracing insanity as it nears the end: the scene in which Abbie Cornish sprints across an outdoor ice rink, grabs a random child, and swings her around using the still-attached skate to slice her pursuer's face got a huge laugh from me because until that point, the film had toed the line of being legitimate. After that, it's game on for all kinds of crazy stuff, including Bradley Cooper drinking that guy's blood to get the last of the NZT (which I called as soon as the dude injected it, as I'm sure many of you did). There are no consequences for Eddie's actions throughout almost the whole movie; in fact, it rewards him for taking this drug! He theoretically killed that woman in the hotel room, he treats his girlfriend like crap (see: the aforementioned "landlord's daughter" incident) and of course she comes back to him, and he kills multiple people. His punishment? He becomes an elected government official and manages to reverse-engineer the drug so he's always on it with no side effects. What kind of message is Neil Burger trying to send here?
END SPOILERS
While most of this movie treads familiar territory, there is one aspect in which it breaks relatively new ground: the fantastic opening credits sequence and an effect that's featured a few times in the movie. Check it out below:
I've never seen anything quite like that before, and though Burger overuses it a bit, it's still a really cool effect and perhaps the one standout aspect that makes this film memorable. Matt Singer over at IFC talked to the director about these "fractal zooms" and his piece is definitely worth a read if you're as interested in this as I am.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
The NJNM Podcast: Ep. 34 - The Italian Job ('69 and '03 versions)
In this week's episode, Ben and Tyler take on a double feature of The Italian Job with Peter Collinson's 1969 version and F. Gary Gray's 2003 version.



Introduction
Character Name Game intro - 02:35
In My Netflix - 3:00
Media Consumed
Tyler
The Frotcast - 11:30
WTF Podcast - 12:25
Fred: The Movie - 14:25
Ben
Green Street Hooligans - 19:25
Review
The Italian Job ('69) - 25:25
The Italian Job ('03) - 47:10
Wrap-Up
Next Week: Eight Men Out - 01:19:45
Listener Voicemail/E-Mail/Twitter - 01:20:29
Character Name Game - 01:21:46
Where You Can Find Us - 01:26:20
Articles Mentioned: The Solar Sentinel's St. Patrick's Day, Every Pop Culture Reference in Greg Motolla's Paul
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Green Street Hooligans
Lexi Alexander's 2005 feature debut is a visceral demonstration of brotherhood, violence, loyalty, and friendship. Green Street Hooligans is one of those underrated films that didn't receive much publicity upon its US release, but has become something of a cult classic in the years since. It's an astoundingly confident and well-polished directorial debut, and though Alexander has only directed Punisher: War Zone (which I haven't seen) after this, her work on Green Street is enough to have my ears perk up when I hear her name mentioned in association with future projects.
Green Street Hooligans
Co-writer/Director: Lexi Alexander
Starring: Elijah Wood, Charlie Hunnam, Claire Forlani
Every time I watch this film, I'm reminded of Kathryn Bigelow's accomplishments in Point Break: getting into a world dominated by males and portraying them in a stylized but still believable way. Alexander seems to have Bigelow's touch in that regard, especially with the themes that arise in Green Street Hooligans. This movie is able to take classic story paradigms and weave them into a story that gives the audience an intimate look at a world we've never really been privy to before. How many times since the story of Judas have we seen a jilted friend betray their own side in a movie? Thousands. But how many times have we seen it set within the cutthroat world of football firms? None that I can remember.
If you're unfamiliar, the story follows Matt Buckner (Wood), a former Harvard journalism student booted from the university thanks to his roommate hiding cocaine in Matt's stuff. He travels to London to visit his sister (Forlani) and after the reunion he meets up with her husband's brother, Pete (Hunnam). Pete is the leader of the Green Street Elite, a football ("for f*ck's sake, stop calling it soccer!") firm: they're like a gang, but not quite as barbaric. Each team in the league has a firm, and each firm is all about supporting their team and doing anything they can to embarrass the other firms; if that includes brawling in the streets after a match, then so be it. It's all about standing your ground, even if you're outnumbered. Matt - having never been in a fight in his life - is quickly intoxicated with this world and becomes Pete's right hand man. I won't ruin any details for you, but if you're OK with heavy amounts of profanity, then I give this movie a strong recommendation.
Elijah Wood puts in some really solid work here, easily stepping away from his Lord of the Rings role and adding another dynamic character to an ever-expanding resume. But the real star here is Charlie Hunnam, an actor who - if you're like me and have never seen "Sons of Anarchy" - you're probably unfamiliar at this point since he's yet to properly receive the credit he deserves. The dude is mesmerizing as Pete, an alpha male that could have been just another boring archetype in the hands of a less talented actor. Hunnam has a magnetic quality to him (and this character is particularly interesting, so credit goes to the screenwriters as well), and he propels the story forward and keeps the audience captivated throughout. Buckner's story is seemingly the more important one, but it's so trite - again, we've seen the blackmailing roommate story before - that we can't help but be drawn to Pete and his arc.
Alexander proved surprisingly adept at handling the brutal violence in this movie, embracing it as a key element that separates it from other journalist-gone-wild stories made in recent years. Shaky cameras and blurred visuals work organically here instead of coming off as a stylistic gimmick; Buckner's never been in a fight before, so of course his first one should be a blaze of quick images and snatches of movement here and there. Soon after, he becomes almost addicted to that world, so the fights are shown in a similarly hazy way that resemble a drug induced effect. While I'm sure the sports fanatics may desire a bit more football in the movie, this story clearly is more about the men who surround the sport than the sport itself. That said, the arena sequences felt a bit undershot, as if the crew only had an hour to capture everything they needed that day.
There's a lot about this movie that we've seen before as an audience, but there's also enough differentiation to make it worth seeing if you haven't. Bring friends, have a party; if you love swearing in an English accent, this will be a bundle of joy for you. Everyone else - perhaps those of you who are looking for a legitimate story of redemption sprinkled with epic Shakespearean themes - this is also a great place to look. Green Street Hooligans is the type of movie that, if it were a person, would punch you in the face and buy you a beer afterwards. It's one that makes you appreciate life and reevaluate the way you live it. But most importantly, it's just a freaking good movie in a time in which those are harder and harder to come by. Until next time...
(Also, I know there's a direct-to-DVD sequel out there, but fair warning: I've heard it's terrible.)
Green Street Hooligans
Co-writer/Director: Lexi Alexander
Starring: Elijah Wood, Charlie Hunnam, Claire Forlani
Every time I watch this film, I'm reminded of Kathryn Bigelow's accomplishments in Point Break: getting into a world dominated by males and portraying them in a stylized but still believable way. Alexander seems to have Bigelow's touch in that regard, especially with the themes that arise in Green Street Hooligans. This movie is able to take classic story paradigms and weave them into a story that gives the audience an intimate look at a world we've never really been privy to before. How many times since the story of Judas have we seen a jilted friend betray their own side in a movie? Thousands. But how many times have we seen it set within the cutthroat world of football firms? None that I can remember.
If you're unfamiliar, the story follows Matt Buckner (Wood), a former Harvard journalism student booted from the university thanks to his roommate hiding cocaine in Matt's stuff. He travels to London to visit his sister (Forlani) and after the reunion he meets up with her husband's brother, Pete (Hunnam). Pete is the leader of the Green Street Elite, a football ("for f*ck's sake, stop calling it soccer!") firm: they're like a gang, but not quite as barbaric. Each team in the league has a firm, and each firm is all about supporting their team and doing anything they can to embarrass the other firms; if that includes brawling in the streets after a match, then so be it. It's all about standing your ground, even if you're outnumbered. Matt - having never been in a fight in his life - is quickly intoxicated with this world and becomes Pete's right hand man. I won't ruin any details for you, but if you're OK with heavy amounts of profanity, then I give this movie a strong recommendation.
Elijah Wood puts in some really solid work here, easily stepping away from his Lord of the Rings role and adding another dynamic character to an ever-expanding resume. But the real star here is Charlie Hunnam, an actor who - if you're like me and have never seen "Sons of Anarchy" - you're probably unfamiliar at this point since he's yet to properly receive the credit he deserves. The dude is mesmerizing as Pete, an alpha male that could have been just another boring archetype in the hands of a less talented actor. Hunnam has a magnetic quality to him (and this character is particularly interesting, so credit goes to the screenwriters as well), and he propels the story forward and keeps the audience captivated throughout. Buckner's story is seemingly the more important one, but it's so trite - again, we've seen the blackmailing roommate story before - that we can't help but be drawn to Pete and his arc.
Alexander proved surprisingly adept at handling the brutal violence in this movie, embracing it as a key element that separates it from other journalist-gone-wild stories made in recent years. Shaky cameras and blurred visuals work organically here instead of coming off as a stylistic gimmick; Buckner's never been in a fight before, so of course his first one should be a blaze of quick images and snatches of movement here and there. Soon after, he becomes almost addicted to that world, so the fights are shown in a similarly hazy way that resemble a drug induced effect. While I'm sure the sports fanatics may desire a bit more football in the movie, this story clearly is more about the men who surround the sport than the sport itself. That said, the arena sequences felt a bit undershot, as if the crew only had an hour to capture everything they needed that day.
There's a lot about this movie that we've seen before as an audience, but there's also enough differentiation to make it worth seeing if you haven't. Bring friends, have a party; if you love swearing in an English accent, this will be a bundle of joy for you. Everyone else - perhaps those of you who are looking for a legitimate story of redemption sprinkled with epic Shakespearean themes - this is also a great place to look. Green Street Hooligans is the type of movie that, if it were a person, would punch you in the face and buy you a beer afterwards. It's one that makes you appreciate life and reevaluate the way you live it. But most importantly, it's just a freaking good movie in a time in which those are harder and harder to come by. Until next time...
(Also, I know there's a direct-to-DVD sequel out there, but fair warning: I've heard it's terrible.)
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