Showing posts with label Pretence to Analysis. Show all posts
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Friday, October 19, 2012
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Sunday, September 30, 2012
Altitude (2010)
XXI century
brought us into the controversial state comparable with emotional, axiological
and theleological tetraplegic paralysis while hanged in weightlessness. People
of XXI century saw everything, heard everything and pretend to know everything
so it becomes very hard (nearly impossible) to wonder them. The big amount of
media also makes a contribution in this actually sad situation, so the chance
to see something moreless uncommon and peculiar decreases day by day. So each
successful attempt of such case arouses the more pleasure and interest; the
dark side is difficulty to mine such film from annually made pile of homogenous
cinematographic ore and distinguish it from boring and secondary brood. Of
course in such genre you cannot hope to discover a New Guinea, but considering
this event of facing moreless uncommon movie as a pleasing surprise could be
really wise and useful deed.
“Altitude”
is truly independent and maybe this factor has become the reason of its
dissimilarity with anything. Because the plot writer has no demands dealing with audience or
restrictions, he wrote anything for himself and thus avoided a lot of stamps
that could appear here (although he couldn't avoid all of them). Starting as an interestingly (from technical point of view) even though merely low budget short
story-about-teenagers-who-decided-to-go-somewhere-and-will-atone-for-that, narration turn things
twisted. First, teenagers are going to trip somewhere by a small plane with one
of them as a pilot, and second – the very atmosphere that I personally felt
only in Stewart Gordon films. And this foretoken was a kind of true – the chthonic
horror which is an imprescriptible attribute of Gordon’s films definitely has
here a place to live and does its very horrifying deeds. The only drawbacks of
this actually interesting attempt is relatively weak performing of actors,
especially main; when girl at least tries to dissipate attention using her cute
face and advanced mimics, the buddy is emotional as facial nerve paresis
victim. Nevertheless, for an ending they have a little more freedom to express
themselves and thus almost have drawn the final of movie. Almost. But even with their acting, the ending is still chilly and strong enough to even take a tear or two from an emotional overcharged schoolgirl. LIKE FUCKING ME.
As A
Result: an additional proof that crowdfunding is a future of indie filmmaking
Watch It?:
better yes, but not necessary
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
By One Line – Issue 1. Music
I decided to begin new series of posts where I will observe music or movies or books just by one phrase. Often you cannot say more, and my past experience showed that any intermediate format of review expands to full-length without such a restriction. Welcome then!
Pictograms
near the title are analogues of Watch It/Listen It line in full-size reviews:
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
The Cabin in the Woods (2012)
You know,
it is really rare case when the movie could really break the stub. For last
years cinema industry had been choosing technologically intensive way of
development, constantly improving shooting technologies, special effects and
computer modeling. Since viewer used to consume such kind of product, movie
industry changed its direction from acting and interesting films to epopees and
blockbusters, and while technical quality of film increases viewer’s
indiscriminateness, quality of plots and screenplay accordingly gets lower and
lower.
So because
of that tendency each movie with story even a bit differs from common is being accepted as a revelation; such movies get awards, their director becomes famous
and gets a lot of money and promotion for further films and usually fails on
it. The best example is Christopher Nolan, whose triumphal rise with “Memento”
turns into complete fuck-up with “The Dark Knight Fails Rises”. Joss
Whedon, a corpulent redhead and possibly jew (that is definitely good) is
already self-established scenarist, so I hope he will not repeat this sorrowful
way. Whedon is an author of gorgeous “Firefly”, mysterious “Doll House”, and
many more awesome or just outstanding works, so it was evident to anticipate
something special from him.
As every another
well-established subgenre of well-established genre, slasher movies have a wide
variety of stamps, clichés and traditions. The beginning of the tendency was
brought years ago, and it was supported recently by “Tucker and Dale vs. Evil” where
Tyler Labine and Alan Tudyk portrayed all the feelings laying on another side
of slasher movie conflict, but those efforts was not enough. Thus the universe
still had need in a film that will point dots over “i” about slasher clichés once
and for all, and finally this film arose – welcome “The Cabin in the Woods”.
It is
almost impossible to tell something about this movie avoiding any kind of
spoilers. This obstacle appears on the way because of monolithic unity of movie’s
all components, but what should be mentioned is general wit running through the
whole movie. Witty is all in this film, from opening and closure titles
(especially the latter), from characters and dialogues to plot and screenplay,
no need to mention citations, parallels and all homage to slasher movie history. In
addition to wit, second weapon (hail Spanish Inquisition) of Cabin is inpredictability
that could compete with M. Night Shyamalan best works. Although director and
story writer constantly give us clues and hints during the narration
development, but you can try to get an idea about what the fuck is going here
only near second part of the movie.
The Cabin
in the Woods is brand new (without irony or mistake) sight on the slasher
movie, sight full of both sarcastic mockery and gentle admiration, and
unfortunately this sight declines all the possibilities to genre evolution. This
movie points all the dots on all “i"’s, and the biggest dot gets its place
at the end. I doubt that sometimes somebody could invent something that could
overcome “The Cabin in the Woods” on its field, so do not hesitate to see this
movie.
As A
Result: brilliant postmodern movie in best meaning of these controversial words
Watch It?:
not a matter of discussion
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
The Watch (2008)
Independent
movie scene does not reveal a wide spectrum of genres chosen. If we try to
observe all the possible scale of diversity this is what we obtain:
a)
Horror
film. All variety of different horrors, from zombie thrash to stupid
rivers-of-blood-like splatter, from usual slasher to sci-fi horror, is
presented here and exploited by independent directors and motion picture
studios. Of course, their realization is truly far from ideal, but nevertheless
sometimes there are real brilliants in a shit pile (for instance, “Malberry
st.” or “Stake Land”). The question about worth of such seek is still open,
because obstacles during search could definitely overshadow the pleasure of
discovery.
b)
Different
odd movies united under the name “art house”. Mostly dramas, usually about
strange and unusual people with strange and unusual stories ending with strange
and unusual conclusion, art house cinema desirely want to flabbergast the
viewer. Sometimes merely provocative and social (“Mysterious Skin” or Larry
Clark films for instance), sometimes describing the very especial vision from
the side of author (Korean indie movies), sometimes simply weird and
incomparable with anything (“Napoleon Dynamite”), art house cinema positions
itself as art made by intelligent people to intelligent people, but too often
sophicticated psychological Babylon appears the fruit of psychic deviation
based on paraphilias and child trauma. So schizophrenia is not like Caps Lock
(THAT MAKES EVERYTHING AWESOME, BEEYATCH) does not make plot better if it total
sucks .
c)
And
the third whale of independent movies is of course thriller. It is necessary to
notice that thriller partially overlaps with horror film genre, but it would be
a fatal mistake to place the sign of equality between them. Thriller is IMO the
peak of cinematographic evolution due to some duality. On the one hand, there
is no need in some exorbitant charges and technologies of shooting to make a
thriller, and on the other hand, you could make special effects of any
complexity and motherfuckingly realistic yet imaginary pictures, but without a
good plot your movie will be just piece of crap. Thus thriller is the pure art
of cinematography because it depends only on the story (and some demands on its
technical execution) and nothing more loose and unstable like acting (which
could differ from top to bottom even during 10 minutes) or special effects. So,
summing up, good thriller is based on good story, and “The Watch” in spite of
undoubtedly appearing DIY style is the very kind of such good thriller. Even
having mystical implication, the plot turns more like detective story, and
really not bad story. Despite the bareness of visual means, the movie is filmed
so good, that the sense of suspense hardly can leave you until the outcome
shoots. And special gratefulness for Clea DuVall, who represents a very strict
principle that you don’t need to be a beauty to be a good actress. As well as
Stockley in “ The Faculty”, Cassie in “The Watch” is definitely not a gorgeous
chick (especially against the background of Elisabeth Whitmere with her
astounding voice), but she is really sweet and gives rise to sympathy from the
viewer. This is what I call “good performing”.
As A Result: indie thriller that really thrills unlike many
congeners.
Watch It?: yes, if you like a good thriller
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