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Mortdecai (2015)

Here's a jolly good time

Sporting a dashing new mustache, international ne'er-do-well Mortdecai is summoned to help in the investigation of a stolen painting.  Will Mortdecai's scandalous reputation give the investigation the underground credibility it needs to succeed, or is Mortdecai more bluster than he lets on?  David Koepp directs Mortdecai from a script written by Eric Aronson and stars Johnny Depp.

Here's a jolly good timeThere are worse movies to watch in 2015 but it’s unlikely any will be as inessential as Mortdecai. So dull is Mortdecai that its existence becomes less of a bother and more of a mystery. Who, in their right mind, thought that a full-on manic Johnny Depp performance would work in a barely risqué R-rated comedy? I imagine Mortdecai is what you’d get if someone decided to remake Son of the Pink Panther over a weekend with dutiful, if slumming, performers.

In fairness, there’s a solid idea at the core of Mortdecai which should be explored in a better, less manic comedy. Depp has become a caricature of himself over the years and the novelty he once brought to his outsider performances in films like Edward Scissorhands and Ed Wood has become as routine as the multi-million dollar blockbusters which bear his name. If anyone needs to have the piss taken out of their now-mundane “eccentricities” it’s Depp, and Mortdecai plays up this idea by having its title character the butt of everyone’s joke instead delivering them.


Spike Lee: When the Levees Broke (2006)


Spike Lee - with the help of citizens, musicians, politicians, and civil servants who lost so much from the catastrophic response to Hurricane Katrina - directs this exhaustive documentary When the Levees Broke.

Please help usI've said a few times over the course of the project that I was curious to see how Spike Lee's narrative sensibilities would translate to the form of a documentary, and we've seen a few of them now—I can't imagine one that more definitively exhibits his characteristic traits than When the Levees Broke. Here we see Spike employing many of the structural and aesthetic elements that distinguish his fictional narrative films in order to paint a comprehensive, politically incisive, multi-vocal picture and put human faces and stories on a disaster marked primarily by the government's inability and unwillingness to do so. It's an incredible historical document (and Lee signals his intentions by using that word “document” appropriately at the start of each episode).

What's so striking about When the Levees Broke now, nearly a decade later, is how fully and deeply the film is able to convey the destruction and loss suffered by New Orleans. The outrage felt at the time—which, as someone unaffected by the disaster, I remember as mostly as a broad-level moral and political outcry—isn't really the focus here. It stems from the agony of those affected, as it naturally would and should, but Spike's primary concern is to simply document the scope of total loss. The images and stories are apocalyptic, and by documenting so much of this human suffering the film is able to underscore the political and systemic failures with a view of their true cost.

The horror of it is what grabs me most strongly, but the film also does a good job evoking the spirit, history, and resilience of the city, and again Spike is able to do this by building up certain key players as characters with central roles in the narrative. That he's able to bring some sense of cohesion to our understanding of such a chaotic and uncontrolled disaster is incredible. You had seen this before—any new or changed observations with that extra distance of time?‏


Mid-week Maya: Introduction and Meshes of the Afternoon (1943)

Maya Introduction

The films of Maya Deren are widely available online and I will post links when possible.  Here is a link for Meshes of the Afternoon.

Maya IntroductionSomething occurred to me when I was halfway through my series on Stan Brakhage. He was a prolific experimental filmmaker, but certainly not the only one, and his roots had to stem from somewhere. So my digging around led me to an excellent resource in the UbuWeb database, and looking at some of the samples triggered my interest in Maya Deren.

Deren already has a fascinating background to me because of my interest in exilic and diasporic films. For those unfamiliar with the term, movies created by a person who either left or was forcibly removed from their country of origin and attempts to connect with similar people in a new environment. Iranian films are one of the most robust environments in America for this, with the recent A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night a stirring example.

In Deren’s case, she was born to a Ukranian-Jewish family, emigrated early in her life to America, and attained her education in France and Massachusetts. When people come from that kind of background their films tend to be disjointed and non-localized in the sense that they take place in environments which are entirely foreign even if they are the creator’s home. Considering the America of the early 20th century was not kind to foreigners, and certainly not welcoming to Jews, I wondered what kind of effect this would have on her films. So, since her films are readily available online I decided she would be the subject of my next director series, and I tracked down her first film, Meshes of the Afternoon.


As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty (2000)

Out into the waves

Experimental filmmaker Jonas Mekas assembled over thirty years of footage to create an ode to his city, his family, and his life.  This is As I was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty.

Out into the wavesIf I sat you down and asked you to create a motion picture about your life, what would you do? There’s the typical biopic response of creating a narrative which takes the audience through a cradle to grave structure of the subject’s life. The less common take on the biographical film is to focus on a defining moment in someone’s life. The least common, and most rewarding, is to take that life and deal with it in the abstract. Very few films attempt this last category because it’s seemingly impossible to determine what the core “essence” of someone is, let alone artistically abstract it.

This is what makes As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty (from this point on As I Was Moving) such a remarkable experience. It is a radically experimental as a film which runs just a shade over five hours in length and consists entirely of energetic, messy, and heavily altered footage. But it is also as surprisingly conventional, leading the audience down an emotional memory lane constructed entirely from footage taken from home videos.

Picking one accomplishment over the others in As I Was Moving is difficult enough, but if I had to settle on one it would be that director Jonas Mekas created the kind of film I found insufferable when Stan Brakhage tried. Brakhage’s home movie experiments were navel-gazing to their core and puttered about with bad poetry and typically uninspired experiments. But Mekas attains a weird momentum throughout As I Was Moving because he never allows the shot to stay in one place for very long, yet still stays within a quickly established visual theme before moving to the next location.


It Follows (2015)

The target is clear - the pursuit less so

Jay thought she had met a nice guy who treated her to a wonderful night.  But after they have sex he drugs her and she wakes up in a wheelchair.  Her "nice guy" passed on a curse which can only be transmitted through sex and makes her the target of a creature who never tires and will not stop until she is dead.  David Robert Mitchell wrote and directed It Follows starring Maika Monroe.

The target is clear - the pursuit less soIn recent years we’ve seen a surge of nostalgia coast over different forms of media. Musicians are putting out albums on vinyl again, video games eschew modern advances in digital modeling to return to pixels, and an increasing number of movies are mining our childhoods for the next big thing. If I were to look at It Follows from an entirely cynical perspective of nostalgia pandering then I would have to call it one of the worst movies of 2015. Writer / director David Robert Mitchell has such an open appreciation of early slasher films like Halloween it becomes hard to watch his sophomore feature-film without thinking of previous high points of the genre.

But what Mitchell does is much harder than simple emulation of old horror tropes. He repurposed them for a generation who is more psychologically and technologically savvy. The evil can’t be explained away with a doctor, reasoned with by a scared teenager, or fought with new weapons. There’s no point to figure out whatever “It” is, because once you’re infected by the disease you will die in time, all you have to do is wait your turn.

This inevitability is what also separates It Follows from other horror films. Too often horror returns to the well of sex and punishes those who indulge themselves before the proper time (marriage, more or less). But sex is how we all got here, and we all go out the same. Consider the rules of the creature as explained in It Follows, the curse can be passed on by having sex with someone, but all the creature does is move on down the list to the last person you had sex with. This doesn’t speak well of hookup culture or a monogamous relationship, as once one partner is dead the next would be soon to follow.