'Another Earth' Review

The growing wave of shoestring-budgeted sci-fi is both aided and muddied by "Another Earth." My director's interview coming soon...

My full review of "Another Earth" is now available at SouthPhillyReview.com. CLICK HERE.

'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2' Review

And so it all ends.

My review of "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2" is now online at SouthPhillyReview.com. CLICK HERE.

Sickening!

So the guesting gigs keep on keepin' on at Nathaniel Rogers's The Film Experience, with the regular column and other goodies as well. Continuing with my weekly series Cinema de Gym, I offered a post on "Outbreak," the 1995 sickness flick that Hollywoodized Ebola. I explained my fear of global pandemics as the ultimate film villain (which, as it happens, is perfectly timed with the "Contagion" trailer release). Check out the post HERE.


Pick your poison: Ripley, J.Lo, "Outbreak"

In addition, Nathaniel and I chatted with fellow film and fashion junkie Jose Solis Mayen about the latest in red carpet loveliness (or not-so-loveliness, if your name starts with J. and ends with Lo). Done very on-the-fly, in chat form, these discussions always start to go to my head, making me giddy and giggly like a fool. This one made me lose my motor functions, apparently. READ IT!

Finally I offered a very personal, very offbeat essay on "Aliens" to coincide with Nathaniel's celebration of the action masterpiece's 25th anniversary. It was a super fun piece to whip up, and I was pleased it got a sweet response (kisses and facehuggers to all you lovely TFE readers who had nice things to say about it). Read it for yourself, RIGHT HERE.

'Horrible Bosses' Review

Oh, to be able to do a little movie surgery, to pick and choose elements and mash concepts until what was once two lesser movies emerges as one superior whole. That's what I woulda done with "Bad Teacher" and "Horrible Bosses," swapping Cameron Diaz's juiceless schemer with Jennifer Aniston's va-va-villain and ending up with something we'll call "Bad Dentist." Now there's something I'd like to see. 

"Horrible Bosses": Neither horrible nor boss

Alas, reality had other plans, and though "Horrible Bosses" doesn't come close to the nails-on-a-chalkboard misery of "Bad Teacher," it's a comedy doomed to devolve into forgettability. That is, not including Aniston's nutso libidinous dentist.

Read my full review of "Horrible Bosses," now online at SouthPhillyReview.com. CLICK HERE.

QFest Preview 2011

The 17th Philadelphia QFest (nee the Philadelphia International Gay and Lesbian Film Festival) is now underway, its selection of work from 80-plus filmmakers and actors stretching through July 18. The lineup is, as always, a very eclectic mix.

My QFest Preview is now online at SouthPhillyReview.com. CLICK HERE to read it!


And for further reading, have a look at my QFest coverage from 2010 and 2008.

'Larry Crowne' Review

Many people were turned off by this supposed comedy's condescending oversimplification of so many Americans' unemployment plights, but I was much more sensitive to its condescending gaggle of ethnic folks positioned as the cheerleading squad to Hanks's superior -- and very white -- Larry Crowne.


Oh, we know, Mr. Hanks.

What bothered you about this movie? Did anyone like it? Read my full review, now online at SouthPhillyReview.com. CLICK HERE.

Defending 'Green Lantern'

Extending the coverage of what, for me, will now surely be one of the more unexpectedly unforgettable films of 2011, I've written up an "In Defense of 'Green Lantern'" piece for Slant Magazine's The House Next Door, opting for the title, "Down with the Sickness." The article was published on July 4, birthday of our superhero-loving nation.

This was a very fun essay to tackle, revealing that it's not always terribly easy to stick up for something that, more than anything, appeals to your giddy -- if a bit guilty -- love for whirling, sharply cut fantasy adventures. I'd happily purchase "Green Lantern" to revisit its sensations, blithely whizzing past that which got under so much critical skin.

Read more in the essay! CLICK HERE.

Christmas in July: The (Halfway) Best of 2011

It's July. Half of 2011 is gone. Time to round up the best of what we've seen. I honestly thought I'd have many more beloved contenders at this point (I certainly did last year), but such is life. Sometimes the gold is scattered, and sometimes it's simply scarce. (And I don't want to sound like a whiner, but there's even a handful of things below I'm not all that nuts about.)

But let's not focus on that! Positivity, positivity. Here are my thus-far faves of 2011, in handy Oscar-ish categories. A few of them are bound to make it to the December home stretch:

BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS

Marion Cotillard,
"Midnight in Paris"
Melissa McCarthy,
"Bridesmaids"
Wendy McClendon-Covey,
"Bridesmaids"
Amy Ryan, "Win Win"
Juno Temple, "Kaboom"

BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR (do not adjust your sets!)

Michael Fassbender,
"Jane Eyre"
Bruce Greenwood,
"Meek's Cutoff"
John Krasinski,
"Something Borrowed"
Christopher Plummer, "Beginners"
Mark Strong, "Green Lantern"

BEST ACTRESS

Juliette Binoche,
"Certified Copy"
Mia Wasikowska, "Jane Eyre"
Kristen Wiig, "Bridesmaids"
Michelle Williams,
"Meek's Cutoff"

BEST ACTOR (easily the weakest bunch)

Mel Gibson, "The Beaver"
Hamish Linklater, "The Future"
William Shimell,
"Certified Copy"

BEST DIRECTOR

Miranda July, "The Future"
Abbas Kiarostami,
"Certified Copy"
Terrence Malick,
"The Tree of Life"
Kelly Reichardt, "Meek's Cutoff"

BEST SCREENPLAY

Miranda July, "The Future"
Abbas Kiarostami,
"Certified Copy"
Tom McCarthy, "Win Win"
Mike Mills, "Beginners"
Jonathan Raymond,
"Meek's Cutoff"
Kristen Wiig and Annie Mumolo, "Bridesmaids"

BEST PICTURE

"Bridesmaids"
"Certified Copy"
"The Future"
"Meek's Cutoff"
"The Tree of Life"

(Special mention for "Page One: Inside the New York Times," which I currently have a semi-irrational crush on. Review coming soon!)

If you're reading this, what have I missed that could really beef up these lists? At the top of my must-see queue at the moment are "Incendies," "City of Life and Death" and "Cave of Forgotten Dreams."

Links of 'Gold' and 'Legend'

I'm really enjoying whipping up my Cinema de Gym column entries for The Film Experience, and the little experiement seems to have turned into a weekly series. I like it best because it allows me to chime in on films I may not get to write about otherwise, what with everything always being about the spankin' new stuff.

The latest installments have been on "Fool's Gold" and "I Am Legend," two movies that align with two trends I've found in my gym's screening catalog: Matthew McConaughey and chiseled vanity (which are basically the same trend, I suppose). The "Fool's Gold" post proved to be a hit with readers, while "I Am Legend"...didn't. Ouch. We'll just pretend everyone's been distracted by holiday weekend plans. (Shhhh.)

Please give these fun little articles a read. "Fool's Gold" is HERE. "I Am Legend" is HERE.

Serial 'Killing'

(This article was previously published in the July 2011 issue of ICON magazine. It has been republished with permission.)

AMC roped in millions of viewers with The Killing, a well-acted, if wildly uneven, crime series whose success largely hinged on its being a whodunit. It then proceeded to wrap Season 1...without revealing whodunit. Does general quality trump disappointment? Was the whole thing a wash? And is it even worth coming back?

By R. Kurt Osenlund

Think of your favorite police procedural. Surely, your thoughts involve the basics: A life is taken. A body is found. A toe is tagged. Somebody cries. A pair of cool detectives share theories in pithy, one-liner form. A case is opened. An autopsy is illustrated via gaudy visual effects. A chase ensues. A killer is caught. A case is closed.

Within this framework, there's often little room for actual humanity, for the true and devastating ramifications of a single death. It's more about the whiz-bang efficiency of the cops, the righteous and briskly-edited pursuit of justice, and the assurance that all is bagged and cinched by the end of the hour (at which time you probably won't even remember the victim's name). From the outset, AMC's The Killing was to be the antithesis of this lean and easy formula, a murder-mystery series that follows a death's ripple effect ring by ring, instead of just rushing to calm the waters. Even the show's tagline, “Who killed Rosie Larsen?” serves to exalt the deceased rather than just relegate her to a morgue drawer. Focusing on the dismal grief of the family, the arduous efforts of police, and even an offshoot of scandal that reached the heights of political power, this decidedly unglamorous noir set itself up as a hard-boiled deliverer of an oft-sentimentalized message: Time is precious. Life is precious. Let's really talk about what happens when it's gone. Let's leave that case open for a while and see what we find.

From there, the series that was initially hailed as the fourth major triumph for AMC (the venerable network that also scored with Mad Men, Breaking Bad and The Walking Dead) embarked along a path as hilly as a heart monitor, hitting peaks and valleys with an odd, almost adamant frequency. It took off, of course, on a high note, emerging as a dark and brooding drama with the kind of gritty acting and narrative minimalism that the small screen tends to shun. Set in rainy Seattle, it introduced a bounty of flawed, makeup-free characters, not a one of them altogether likable. Sarah Linden (Mireille Enos) is the lead homicide detective with commitment issues, serious parental shortcomings, crippling professional skeletons and a penchant for non-expression. Stephen Holder (Joel Kinnaman) is Linden's brash, bad-cop partner, a recovering addict whose air of unprofessionalism is topped off by his white-boy Ebonics. Darren Richmond (Billy Campbell) is the pretty-boy mayoral candidate whose sunken campaign car contained young Rosie's corpse, and whose white-knight innocence has “other shoe will drop” written all over it. Stan and Mitch Larsen (Brent Sexton and Michelle Forbes) are Rosie's crumbled parents, the former a burly rage case with mafia ties and the latter a visually unbound depressive with Lady Macbeth tendencies. The list goes on.

Beyond grounding the show in a gloomy reality, the decision to make each character at least moderately contemptible or dubious is, of course, an effective measure to ensure that everyone is suspect. And, for a time, the show predominantly succeeded at eschewing ham-handedness with its presentation of an environment that's brewing with uncertainty. I've written before that devotion to a TV series can be tough business for someone often occupied by work. Choosiness is especially necessary. But I was grabbed by The Killing, more so than any scripted show I've recently come across. It read as more arthouse film than cable program, and exuded the worldly panache it inherited from its Danish inspiration, Forbrydelsen (The Crime). It had naturalistic performances that actually seemed award-worthy, not those go-to turns that simply wind up filling categories. And it seemed to have refreshingly little interest in conforming to TV traditions, or pandering to audiences content with mediocrity. It was just about stellar. For a while.

Developed by Veena Sud, The Killing quickly established its talent for cliffhangers, and for packing its deliberately-paced hours with scores of prickly red herrings (Did Rosie's classmate rape her in the high school basement? Did the Larsens' creepy, infantile hired hand kill her in a pedophilic frenzy? Is Linden's extraneous, far-away fiancé somehow involved? Tune in next week!). The show was even able to maintain much of its teasing, bubbling interest as it rolled out its most troubling thread, the extended, unapologetically racist investigation into Islamic schoolteacher Bennett Ahmed (Brandon Jay McLaren), essentially the only person of color in the entire cast. But, for me, those storm clouds over Seattle didn't truly begin to roll in until around mid-season, with style suffering more than story. It was my running theory that the show had lost its early-episode writers, downgrading to a pack of scribes from one of those other cop shows. Dialogue hit a decline. Developments lacked punch. Banality set in. It was less an instance of the novel becoming familiar as it was the show failing to mask a lack of assuredness.


For a show so dark, aren't these stills awfully bright?

 Fitting, then, that it was reportedly around mid-season when Sud and company made the decision to not reveal the identity of Rosie's killer at the end of the June 19 finale, and instead stretch the case into Season 2 (set to air in 2012). It was a move that sparked a vicious firestorm of audience outrage, with critics and viewers unleashing bloodthirsty reactions across the internet (the phrase “worst season finale ever” was not uncommon). It's unfortunate, too, since the two episodes leading up to the last had regained the bold glory of the first few, oozing sophistication and class if still spreading misdirection like oil on a highway. It was all leading, of course, to fingers finally being pointed at Richmond (there goes that other shoe), who, naturally, is just another Anthony Weiner, his grief for his dead wife coupled with frequent visits to a sleazy web-based bordello of underage escorts. But is he a killer? As the finale infuriatingly reassures in its final minutes, of course not.


You've got to be kidding me.

 The choice to leave things open-ended was a dreadful one, and a gross overestimation of the show's worth. It's wonderful that The Killing is not a show that reaches conclusions in an hour, or even a week, but it's also not a show with the luxury of multiple end-of-season loose ends. It is not your typical ensemble drama, with a whole handful of equally potent plotlines to resolve. The characters may be compelling, but no one who watched was interested in anything more than the question that propelled things from the start, a question that was indeed answered by the Danish version when it first closed up shop (it later returned with a new case, set two years in the future). Surely there's no question as to why events were left dangling (gotta get those butts back on the couch), but it's hard to think of another recent pop-culture ploy that backfired more extravagantly. Armed with smug and arrogant quotes (“I'm flattered and surprised!”), Sud is currently making the press rounds in the show's defense, basking in a pool of PR-ready denial about what the outcry says about its quality. Reaching for the stars, she's dropped comparisons to The Sopranos, which famously left fans flabbergasted when it abruptly cut to black after six riveting seasons. There's no need for me to point out the wild inappropriateness of such analogies, anymore than there is for TV viewers to be spoon-fed their resolutions. But this is not about a show sticking to its guns of nonconformity. Nor is it even about a show abandoning its widely-assumed endpoint and denying fans their catharsis. This is about a show that has the foolish gall to presume it's good enough to not just string you along from week to week, but on into next year.

Suffice it to say, I won't be back, nor will I be devoting much more thought to all this, short of finally reading about who actually dunit. After all, time is precious. Life is precious. And The Killing is a series that killed itself.

'Trollhunter' Review

It's always interesting to see how things translate across nations. This baby was a major blockbuster in its native Norway. To each land its own...

Read my full review of "Trollhunter," now online at SouthPhillyReview.com. CLICK HERE.