Revolutionary Road (Sam Mendes, 2008)
Richard Yates' 1961 novel is turned into a well-crafted, well-acted commentary about married people living out their lives basically apart. The young couple, Frank Wheeler (Leonardo DiCaprio) and his wife April (Kate Winslet) have been married for 10 years and have two children. Frank has a job working in an office building, but he doesn't feel fulfilled with his career. After April fails miserably at the center of a local play, she and Frank decide they should go for personal and married happiness and move to Paris, no matter how implausible the idea seems.
Revolutionary Road seems like it's some revisionist look back at the 1950s, but since the source material is almost 50 years old, this is not the case. Personally, I related to the themes of the movie, which I took to be (1) Very few people get a chance to do what they want in this life, at least to the point where they can support themselves and their family while doing it; (2) Marriages are often on autopilot, and the two parties often seem to be leading two completely separate lives where it's difficult to communicate openly with each other based on the fact that their concepts of emotional intimacy are different. Now, Brenda and I've been married a wonderful 21 years, and I believe that we have a strong marriage, but both of those topics have affected us at times. What separates this film from other similarly-themed films of recent years is that the dialogue is much stronger and more believable between the couple. True, I told my daughter Sarah that all you really need to do is watch five minutes of
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? and you'll get the gist of this film, but then you get the Greek Chorus of Michael Shannon, playing a truly unique character, who also offers up some sharp dialogue about the Wheelers' lives and dreams, how "crazy" they may be, and how they relate to the "Real World".
A Perfect World (Clint Eastwood, 1993)
I like
A Perfect World, but this viewing left me with a few nagging questions I haven't had before. I realize that many people enjoy it because it's directed by Eastwood and that they think it gives Costner a good role which he plays perfectly, as opposed to his usual craptastic acting. Well, I agree it's a good performance, but I've never had a problem with Costner's acting. He basically seems like a modern version of Gary Cooper to me, so sue me or shoot me to put me out of my misery. In this flick, he plays an escaped convict named Butch who's a man of violence, but when he's forced to take a young, fatherless boy (T.J. Lowther) as a hostage, he treats the boy as he would have wanted to be treated by his own worthless dad. The relationship between Butch and the boy is strong. However, they are pursued by a Texas Ranger (Clint Eastwood) and a criminologist (Laura Dern) in a "hi-tech" motor home (well, at least it has TaterTots). The scenes with the law enforcement pursuers do provide some context for what's going on, but they sometimes play out as comedy relief, and one of the film's flaws I noticed this time is that it's just too long at 137 minutes. Most of the final 45 minutes seem stretched almost to the breaking point, and I believe the film loses some of its power by being elongated. Even so, it's worth another peak, or a first one for any who haven't seen it yet.
Ferris Bueller's Day Off (John Hughes, 1986)
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My vote for the best film that John Hughes was ever involved in is this still-pertinent and hilarious comedy about righteous dude Ferris Bueller (Matthew Broderick) having his day off from high school, spending it with his girlfriend Sloane (Mia Sara) and his best friend Cameron (Alan Ruck), all the while trying to elude the Principal (Jeffrey Jones) who'll stop at nothing to catch him ditching. There's also Ferris's sister (Jennifer Grey) who seems to be the only person at school who doesn't love him. The way that Ferris is able to get away with much of his shenanigans foreshadows some of Hughes' later scripts (
Home Alone), but this cast, especially narrator Broderick, who spends half of the time talking to the screen, really pushes this one up to the top of teen comedies. I'm not sure I want to get into the specifics of such things as the shower scene, the parade, the Ferrari, the dog, the baseball game, the "Sausage King", etc. Needless to say, my entire family watched it and still love it.
Doc (Frank Perry, 1971)
This revisionist take on Doc Holliday (Stacy Keach), Kate Elder (Faye Dunaway), Wyatt Earp (Harris Yulin), Tombstone and the gunfight at the O.K. Corral has some strong performances and an intriguing atmosphere, but ultimately it amounts to much ado about nothing. The script
tries to give some psychological depth to the characters, but it all turns into smoke because the characters are never illuminated at all by their actions or their dialogue; it's only the actors who are able to keep your interest all the way until the gunfight at the end of the film. Keach is appropriately intense and Dunaway is almost smoldering, but they seem to be working inside a vacuum. Even so, I'd probably rank this as the weakest version of the story I've seen which is too bad because director Perry and scripter Pete Hamill are obviously capable of much better.
An American Werewolf in London (John Landis, 1981)
I never get tired of watching this flick. It's really amazing how much you can put into 90 minutes of film and produce a rollercoaster ride of terror, laughs, sex and love, music and tragedy. The title makes you think that you're going to get a spoof, but the spoofy elements are mostly present in the porno movie playing in Piccadilly Circus. This film is the real deal, and if you're one of those people who claims that you've never been scared by a movie, I want to present Exhibit A: the scene on the moors near the beginning of the movie with American tourists David (David Naughton) and Jack (Griffin Dunne). That is one crackerjack scene that always impresses me. However, that's just the beginning. The film is really quite nerve-wracking all the way through and presents a world where it's difficult to discern reality from fantasy, at least until it's too late to do anything about it. It definitely has characters and implications which I've never seen depicted in any other movie. One other thing I have to say about the film is that although the transformation scene is impressive and placed in the middle of the film, it's just another scene, and to me, it's no more "special" or better than the scenes with the balloons or in the subway or at the hospital with lovely nurse Alex (Jenny Agutter). I remember my nephew watching the movie and being enthralled by it all the way up until the disturbing ending. Then he said, "I didn't like it", and I said, "That proves how good it is!"
Bringing Up Baby (Howard Hawks, 1938)
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Classic screwball comedy doesn't get much screwier than this. Paleontologist David (Cary Grant) receives the intercostal clavicle of a brontosaurus which will complete his reconstruction of the fossil dinosaur for his museum and proceeds to the golf course to try to obtain a million dollars from the lawyer of a rich benefactor. He immediately becomes entangled with flighty Susan (Katharine Hepburn) who just happens to be the niece of the benefactor (May Robson). Susan is taking care of her brother's pet leopard Baby, and when David visits her home, Baby escapes and the family dog becomes interested in David's bone and proceeds to take and bury it somewhere. What started out as manic turns into insanity as a visiting big game hunter (Charlie Ruggles) tries to hunt the leopard, and another, wild leopard gets added into the mix. Grant is an expert farceur here and plays well against Hepburn's slightly-quieter, yet equally-outrageous manner. There is no doubt that there's sexual attraction between the two leads, at least as much as possible between scientific "Dr. Bone" who "just went gay all of a sudden" and a 12-year-old girl running around in a 30-year-old's body. (Trust me, that last line makes sense.) Screwball comedies are basically romantic comedies at heart, but they just try to disarm you with crazy laughter before you accept the fact that the couple is a match made in heaven... or at least in this case, movie heaven.
To Have and Have Not (Howard Hawks, 1944)
Another match made in heaven, Bogie and Baby. This was the first teaming of Bogart and Bacall, and it was instigated by director Hawks and his wife "Slim". Hawks made a bet with Ernest Hemingway that he could make a good movie out of Papa's worst book, so Hemingway said he had to adapt
To Have and Have Not. Slim Hawks had seen Bacall on a
Harper's Bazaar magazine cover and brought her to the attention of her husband who cast the 19-year-old as the female lead. Hawks hired William Faukner and veteran screenwriters Leigh Brackett and Jules Furthman to retool the novel into something more along the lines of
Casablanca, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Bogart became another romantic hero who was doing the right thing against his better judgment. Instead of Sam in
Casablanca, the piano player here is Hoagy Carmichael's Cricket. It's still a Warner Bros. film, so that's another reason why it seems so similar to
Casablanca in the sets, costumes, music, etc. One thankful addition is Walter Brennan as Bogie's rummy friend Eddie who accompanies him in his boat travel around Martinique. Eddie gets a line ("Was you ever bit by a dead bee?") almost as memorable as Slim's (Bacall's) lines to Bogart, "You know you don't have to act with me, Steve. You don't have to say anything, and you don't have to do anything. Not a thing. Oh, maybe just whistle. You know how to whistle, don't you, Steve? You just put your lips together and... blow". Bacall and Bogart next made
The Big Sleep with Hawks and were married the next year, and they stayed married until Bogie's death from cancer in 1957.