A blog formerly known as Bookishness / By Charles Matthews

"Dazzled by so many and such marvelous inventions, the people of Macondo ... became indignant over the living images that the prosperous merchant Bruno Crespi projected in the theater with the lion-head ticket windows, for a character who had died and was buried in one film and for whose misfortune tears had been shed would reappear alive and transformed into an Arab in the next one. The audience, who had paid two cents apiece to share the difficulties of the actors, would not tolerate that outlandish fraud and they broke up the seats. The mayor, at the urging of Bruno Crespi, explained in a proclamation that the cinema was a machine of illusions that did not merit the emotional outbursts of the audience. With that discouraging explanation many ... decided not to return to the movies, considering that they already had too many troubles of their own to weep over the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings."
--Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

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Showing posts with label Lakeith Stanfield. Show all posts
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Monday, June 15, 2020

Knives Out (Rian Johnson, 2019)

Daniel Craig in Knives Out
Cast: Daniel Craig, Ana de Armas, Chris Evans, Jamie Lee Curtis, Don Johnson, Michael Shannon, Toni Collette, LaKeith Stanfield, Christopher Plummer, Katherine Langford, Jaeden Martell, Riki Lindholme, Edi Patterson, Frank Oz, Noah Segan, K Callan, M. Emmett Walsh, Marlene Forte. Screenplay: Rian Johnson. Cinematography: Steve Yedlin. Production design: David Crank. Film editing: Bob Ducsay. Music: Nathan Johnson.

Knives Out is an old-fashioned whodunit with a brilliant detective on the case, but folded into the intricacies of its plot are some sharp-edged politics. It's almost as if Agatha Christie gave us Hercule Poirot's views on Neville Chamberlain's appeasement of Hitler or Dorothy Sayers had employed Lord Peter Wimsey to confront Sir Oswald Mosley. In Rian Johnson's screenplay, the plot is given some spin by the Trumpist sympathies of some of the Thrombey family and by the plight of Marta Cabrera (Ana de Armas), who fears that her mother's status as an undocumented immigrant will be revealed. But the politics is largely there as a flavoring for the stew of motives and meanness. The setup is this: The wealthy thriller novelist Harlan Thrombey (Christopher Plummer) is found dead, his throat cut, after the family has gathered to celebrate his 85th birthday. The verdict is suicide, but someone has hired the celebrated detective Benoit Blanc (Daniel Craig) to investigate -- even Blanc doesn't know who sent him a cash payment that put him on the case -- and demands for an investigation only get hotter after Thrombey's will is read and the eager would-be heirs learn that he has left everything to Marta, his nurse. She naturally becomes a prime suspect, but she has an amusingly improbable quirk: She can't tell a lie without vomiting. And she knows a lot more than she's willing to tell, including the fact that she thinks she's the one responsible for Thrombey's death. Various theories of the case come to light as Blanc weighs the evidence, but eventually the truth will out -- almost literally, when Marta blows chunks on the culprit. There's a lot of sly, wonderful acting in the movie, starting with Craig playing against the James Bond type as the Southern-accented sleuth. The movie was a big hit, so there's talk of more Benoit Blanc mysteries, but it will be hard to top this one.

Thursday, June 4, 2020

Uncut Gems (Josh Safdie, Benny Safdie, 2019)

Adam Sandler in Uncut Gems
Cast: Adam Sandler, Lakeith Stanfield, Julia Fox, Kevin Garnett, Idina Menzel, Eric Bogosian, Judd Hirsch, Keith Williams Richards, Jonathan Aranbayev, Noa Fisher, The Weeknd, Mike Francesca, Jacob Igielski, Wayne Diamond. Screenplay: Ronald Bronstein, Josh Safdie, Benny Safdie. Cinematography: Darius Khondji. Production design: Sam Lisenco. Film editing: Ronald Bronstein, Benny Safdie. Music: Daniel Lopatin.

Hyperactive, motormouthed Howard Ratner (Adam Sandler) is trying to make it big in the bling trade, purveying jewelry, watches, and expensive geegaws to musicians, athletes, and the nouveau riche. But he keeps getting sidetracked by his own gambling and speculative ventures, the central one in Uncut Gems being an Ethiopian uncut black opal. The film begins in fact with a severely wounded Ethiopian miner at the site of the discovery of the opal. We then peer into the depths of the large uncut gemstone, a mysterious cosmic vision that eventually segues into the interior of Howard himself as he undergoes a colonoscopy. It's a striking journey, to be sure, and one that sets the tone for a movie that teeters between comedy and social consciousness, never quite resolving itself. The movie is held together by Sandler's performance, which seems to have taken many critics by surprise, even though he's done good work before for directors like James L. Brooks (Spanglish, 2004) and Paul Thomas Anderson (Punch-Drunk Love, 2002). Spiraling into a chaos of his own making, taking his family and his mistress with him, Howard lives on the brink -- and dies there. The chief problem with the film is ending it: Howard can't be allowed to triumph, although he sort of does, or any hope of satisfying the demand for even poetic justice goes out the window. But the abruptness of his anticlimactic comeuppance seems just as arbitrary as a "happy ending" would have been. Better, I think, to have let Howard hustle his way onward into an ever more chaotic future. Worth watching for yet another dark safari conducted by the Safdie brothers, and for a career redefining performance by Sandler. 

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Sorry to Bother You (Boots Riley, 2018)

Tessa Thompson and Lakeith Stanfield in Sorry to Bother You
Cassius Green: Lakeith Stanfield
Detroit: Tessa Thompson
Salvador: Jermaine Fowler
Mr. ______: Omari Hardwick
Sergio: Terry Crews
Diana DeBauchery: Kate Berlant
Johnny: Michael X. Sommers
Langston: Danny Glover
Squeeze: Steven Yeun
Steve Lift: Armie Hammer

Director: Boots Riley
Screenplay: Boots Riley
Cinematography: Doug Emmett
Production design: Jason Kisvarday
Film editing: Terel Gibson
Music: The Coup, Merrill Garbus, Boots Riley, Tune-Yards

Boots Riley's Sorry to Bother You inevitably got compared to Jordan Peele's 2017 hit Get Out because both were satiric fantasies with sci-fi overtones made by black filmmakers with black stars. But while Get Out was a direct confrontation with racism, Riley's film seems more concerned with adding race to the mix of an assault on capitalist exploitation of all working people, regardless of race. It's a scathing but funny look at economic inequality and the illusion that upward mobility remains possible. The setting is, appropriately, Oakland, where the high and low of economic status can be glimpsed in the very geography. What keeps the film from descending into angry agitprop is Riley's anarchic wit -- you never know what improbable means he will use, from puppets to horse people, to keep you off balance. There are bad jokes -- a character named Diana DeBauchery, pronounced "de beau cheri" -- and near-subliminal puns -- the central character, played with finesse by Lakeith Stanfield, is Cassius Green, i.e., "cash is green." Armie Hammer's slick megacapitalist is named Steve Lift, an almost perfect evocation of the celebrity CEOs of our time, like Steve Jobs and Elon Musk. Some critics have voiced disappointment that Riley's satire starts out in something so old-hat and so frequently satirized as telemarketing, but in his hands it becomes a good vehicle for debunking the myth of upward mobility, as Cassius finds himself almost shoved up the ladder, betraying his old co-workers despite his better intentions. Sorry to Bother You goes out of focus sometimes, and there's really nowhere for what plot the film has to go at the end, but an enormously skilled cast and some very incisive jokes keep the energy high.