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Friday, February 24, 2017

Bizarro Oscars: 89th Academy Awards – Dream Ballot

I have seen 120 of the 336 films the Academy deems eligible for the big prize this year. That’s about a 4% increase on last year, despite seeing fewer total 2016 movies than I had seen 2015 movies the year before. Take from that what you will.

The Bizarro Oscars is my alt-awards where I play by Academy-rules eligibility to select my ideal nominations and winners.

The Academy definitely overcompensated this year in full-tilt diversity nominees and, while it would be easy to call it disingenuous for taking the bait on pictures like Hidden Figures and Fences, it’s no worse than the less-diverse bait they take any other year (except for maybe Lion aka Google Maps: The Movie). The fact of the matter remains: there are not a lot of lead roles being offered to non-white men. Moonlight is far from my favorite film of the year (sitting, currently, at #45), but it is my favorite Oscar-eligible narrative film starring a non-white male. I’ve said it before: the Oscars can only do so much, though it should be noted that, it seems they are at least trying.

What follows is nothing nearing predictions, only an alternative universe where everything is perfect.




ACTOR –in a Leading Role

I’ve been on the Casey Affleck bandwagon since Gerry and, while not all of Lonergan’s film resonated with me as I would have hoped, Manchester by the Sea’s nuanced performances can’t be denied. This category gives something of the Heath Ledger treatment to Yelchin and insists the LaBeouf nod is irony-free.

Casey Affleck – Manchester by the Sea
Adam Driver – Paterson
Anton Yelchin – Green Room
Christian Bale – Knight of Cups
Shia LaBeouf – American Honey




ACTRESS –in a Leading Role

It was real easy for me to call shenanigans at the Oscar website replacing Amy Adams’s accidental nomination with Ruth Negga in hopes that #OscarsNotSoWhite2017 on the day nominations were announced. That is until I was left trying to trim my list from six and Adams lost out again.

The Academy made is somewhat easier for me as Margherita Buy is ineligible for Mia Madre. So is Lauren Ashley Carter for Darling, Sonia Braga for Aquarius, and Ruth Wilson for I Am the Pretty Thing that Lives in the House.

Some may find the real surprise here being Isabelle Huppert getting a lead nod and a supporting nod, neither of which for Elle. C’est la vie.


Natalie Portman – Jackie
Hailee Steinfeld – The Edge of Seventeen
Royalty Hightower – The Fits
Rebecca Hall – Christine
Isabelle Huppert – Things to Come




ACTOR –in a Supporting Role

The narrative structure of Moonlight leaves these awards with no good way to deal with its fine performances. There is no “lead,” but Sanders’s exceptional work hardly seems appropriate for the “supporting” category. I normally despise the political vote, but awarding Sanders here not only satisfies awarding a deserving movie, but rewards an excellent performance in the only way the rules might allow. With apologies to true supporting stars (Hayden Szeto in particular), I’m going against my normal tendency this year.


Ashton Sanders – Moonlight
Mahershala Ali – Moonlight
Billy Crudup – 20th Century Women
John Goodman – 10 Cloverfield Lane
John Travolta – In a Valley of Violence




ACTRESS –in a Supporting Role

I have never considered myself a Natalie Portman fan yet, here I am in 2017 nominating her in both lead and supporting categories. Huh.

She was helped by Déborah Lukumuena being ineligible for Divines.

The real shame is I couldn’t find room to acknowledge Kristen Stewart or Greta Gerwig’s banner years. Hopefully Personal Shopper will be Oscar-eligible next year and it will be everything I hope it is.


Lily Gladstone – Certain Women
Michelle Williams – Manchester by the Sea
Isabelle Huppert – Louder than Bombs
Laura Dern – Certain Women
Natalie Portman – Knight of Cups



ANIMATED FEATURE FILM

The Red Turtle reads like a gospel parable that is more deeply rewarding the less you try to anticipate its message. It’s a strong year when Pixar gets bumped from the top five.


The Red Turtle
Your Name
Kubo and the Two Strings
April and the Extraordinary World
Zootopia







CINEMATOGRAPHY

And while we’re at it, let’s give Emmanuel Lubezki next year’s cinematography award for Song to Song, too.


Knight of Cups
Green Room
Jackie
The Witch
The Love Witch



COSTUME DESIGN

Beyonce: Lemonade is ineligible, so who really cares?


Jackie
The Neon Demon
Christine
Sunset Song
Love & Friendship



DIRECTING

Going up against Terrence Malick is always a tall order in my book. And what we’re met with this year is a Jim Jarmusch picture that doesn’t blow me away in terms of cinematography or production design. Yet, the picture is so fully-realized that, by act three, I had completely fallen into its universe.

I viewed Paterson on a Monday evening and, by the time its central character reached his Friday, I was making plans for the creative work I was about to do that weekend. I was taken aback when I realized that it was still only Monday. This rare spatial immersion is a product of Jarmusch’s rhythms and auteur sensibility.


Paterson
Knight of Cups
20th Century Women
Green Room
Louder than Bombs





DOCUMENTARY FEATURE

The number of outstanding documentaries that came out in 2016 which didn’t even make the Oscar shortlist is astounding.


O.J.: Made in America
Zero Days
Cameraperson
13th
Voyage of Time: The IMAX Experience



FILM EDITING

By my count, Woodstock is the only documentary to ever receive a film editing nomination. That the eight-hour O.J.: Made in America is formed into a coherent (and politically relevant) thematic and historical expose is a miracle.

But is it poetry? Again, it’s hard to argue with Malick.


Knight of Cups
Green Room
O.J.: Made in America
Elle
Arrival



FOREIGN LANGUAGE FILM

The Academy rules here are weird, and I don’t understand why each country should be limited to one potential nominee. And Under the Shadow being a U.K. submission seems almost a cheat. Rules are rules but I’ll always see many more foreign language films in a given year than the sample size shows in eligibility.


Elle
Under the Shadow
Toni Erdmann
Fire at Sea
Julieta




MAKEUP AND HAIRSTYLING

Here are three movies of whom I may be the only fan.


The Neon Demon
X-Men: Apocalypse
The Legend of Tarzan



MUSIC –Original Score

I’ve undertaken a role of film editor this year with a local production company. It’s a worthwhile, humbling and fulfilling creative endeavor, no matter how small. It has opened my eyes to things we’re trained to not see as film viewers and, often, success comes in the sublime.

Score, however, is something I’m still not good with. I rarely find film scores memorable and, furthermore, don’t particularly think they should be if they’re doing their job. Not that it isn’t an art, only one I don’t feel informed enough to opine on. The many Oscar voters do is strange to me.


Jackie
Knight of Cups
Arrival
Rogue One
Silence




MUSIC –Original Song
It sucks that Common has had to become the guy to recite pedantic, accessible sermons to Ava DuVernay’s choir as the by-design broad appeal of his verses throws something of a fire blanket on the choleric edge of conscious hip-hop. “Letter to the Free” is important, well-crafted and affecting but is delivered with an Obama “when they go low, we go high” stoicism—now synonymous with defeat—that I just want to listen to Killer Mike’s “That’s Life” from ten years ago.

P.S., did Sia score the end credits to eight different films this year? Statistically, one had to end up here.


“Loving” from Loving
“Letter To The Free” from 13th
“The Ballad Of Wiener-Dog” from Wiener-Dog
“Drive It Like You Stole It” from Sing Street
“Waving Goodbye” from The Neon Demon



PRODUCTION DESIGN

It’s a shame I couldn’t find room for Hail, Caesar! here, leaving it completely snubbed this year. Sorry.


20th Century Women
Green Room
Jackie
The Love Witch
The Neon Demon



SOUND EDITING

Technical categories are a pretty crummy area for Green Room to win its only awards, but at least I get to spread the love around.


Green Room
10 Cloverfield Lane
Arrival
Rogue One
X-Men: Apocalypse








SOUND MIXING


Green Room
Arrival
The Nice Guys
Blood Father
Rogue One



VISUAL EFFECTS

Don’t be fooled, Rogue One is more than just a pretty face. If cinema was nearly as dead this year as the memes wanted us to believe, this could have been a contender.


Rogue One
X-Men: Apocalypse
Arrival
Midnight Special
The Legend of Tarzan



WRITING –Adapted Screenplay

Adapting Ted Chiang’s seemingly un-cinematic work to feature length is no small feat and, although the third act of Arrival came off a little cold and too on-the-nose for me, it still expounds on central themes in brave ways. I don’t see in Villeneuve the visionary for whom many have already lined up to carry his robe’s train, but Arrival—which is, at times, great—proves he is only as good as his writer. How does that sit with those waiting with bated breath for Blade Runner 2049 from the writer of Green Lantern?


Certain Women
Elle
Arrival
Silence
Blood Father



WRITING –Original Screenplay

Jarmusch’s Paterson is nearly an adaptation just as his Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai is an adaptation of the Hagakure (or, for that matter, Malick’s Knight of Cups is an adaptation of Pilgrim’s Progress). It’s an adaptation so infused by its influences that it becomes an autonomous universe celebrating the sublimity and grace of mundanity.


Paterson
Knight of Cups
20th Century Women
Louder than Bombs
The Edge of Seventeen






BEST PICTURE

According to the culture, 2016 sure didn’t seem like much of a year to celebrate. I felt particularly low on April 21 when I followed the news of Prince’s death with a screening of Green Room only to find it unintentionally edifying when a punk names Prince his desert island artist. How quaint “Nazi Punks Fuck Off” seemed in April of last year, no? I don’t think many of us expected Nazi punks to become a nearly daily news occurrence as threat to American democracy by the new administration.

And now even our NEA is endangered. If Green Room seemed brutal, I hate to forethink what brilliance the America’s horror grindhouse is going to churn out in four years’ time. The best films of the year are impressionistic poetry—some even about poetry—in an era in which the culture could use a mirror held up to itself.

A lot of things may have died in 2016. Cinema isn’t one of them.


Paterson
Knight of Cups
20th Century Women
Green Room
Louder than Bombs
The Edge of Seventeen
The Witch
O.J.: Made in America
Jackie
The Fits

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Wednesday, February 16, 2011

The Killer Inside Me (2010, Michael Winterbottom)

One directorial intuition that made Arthur Penn's Bonnie and Clyde such a powerful and dangerous film is the way the progression of its violent content is mirrored in its form. What begins in a language of comedy (minor violence in long-shot, backed with playful banjo) evolves into a language of terror--grim, slo-mo, close-up. Though arguably irresponsible from an historic standpoint, the film's depiction of the duo down a slippery slope from naïveté to a point of no return is masterfully driven home in the way it is told.

To give director Michael Winterbottom the benefit of the doubt in his self-proclaimed noir drama The Killer Inside Me, I could argue that his apparent disregard for filmic language--nay, sometimes counter-intuitive use of it--is a clever device mimicking Deputy Lou Ford's (Casey Affleck) madness. Hence, his early, ungodly brutality is later lightened with his violence turning more comedic (long-shot, cartoon scored) as he gets madder. Is there a lesson learned in such an inverse treatment? Not really. Rather, the lightening of the material takes away from whatever grittiness the first act sowed, and that's saying something considering the writing and delivery of the characters give us nothing to root for and little to interest us. Such hopefulness in Winterbottom's delivery would demand a similar naïveté spoken of earlier.

Gone is the use of wordplay and twist of platitudes in the pulp novel in which Ford's use of cliché counters his dark side. It is replaced with boredom--not a malaise which drives a character like Holden Caulfield, but one felt mostly by the audience. Interesting how a film filled with noirish twists exudes such unaffectedness. And not in a beneficial way.

Despite such groping, The Killer Inside Me does benefit from its proximity to fellow reality-benders Shutter Island and Inception. Certain imagery in the film's climax echoes Shutter Island so completely, we listen closer to think we hear a murmur beneath the vacuous exercise. And as flawed, heavy-handed, and humorless as those two films are, that's really saying something. Here, repeat viewings bear little fruit because the chasm of disbelief is widened by shoddy portrayals (in a key sequence, we see that Ford's foster brother voluntarily [inexplicably?] took the blame for his molestation of a young girl--only they are all about ten years old and we don't know who is who) and poor writing (in the film's climax, any amount of officers both let their only witness walk into her death and fail to smell a house drenched in gasoline).

To claim the film elbows the misogyny of classic noir is giving the filmmakers far too much credit. Jessica Alba reportedly walked out of the film's screening at Sundance, and few could blame her when it has the gall to irresponsibly guffaw over the end credits: "Shame, shame on you. Ran around with other guys, tried to lie when I got wise. Foolish girl, shame on you." To compare the film's treatment of the cloth from which both violence and sex are cut from the male psyche to that in Anton Corbijn's The American is no contest. The latter is not only successful in providing meaningful relationships to explore its theory, it give mature commentary on its male-dominated genre. The former pushes all the buttons and comes off fetishistic for the sake of being masturbatory. No thesis, no money-shot. -- */ four stars

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