Showing posts with label Spike Jonze. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spike Jonze. Show all posts

Friday, January 10, 2014

her: Character flaws

her (2013) • View trailer 
Three stars. Rating: R, for profanity, sexual candor and brief nudity

By Derrick Bang

Writer/director Spike Jonze’s new fantasy is an intriguing cautionary tale aimed squarely at the narcissistic, self-absorbed millennials who increasingly behave as if social media isn’t merely an acceptable substitute for personal contact, but in fact deserves to become the preferred method of interaction.

After confessing that he may be falling in love with his computer operating system,
Theodore (Joaquin Phoenix) is surprised when his longtime friend Amy (Amy Adams)
doesn't react with disgust. Indeed, she seems quite okay with the concept...
In that respect, Jonze displays an uncanny instinct for depicting our deeply disturbing near-future, if such conduct continues unchecked along its current path.

Much as I admire the message, however, the delivery system leaves something to be desired. At 126 minutes, this film is self-indulgent to a fault, moving s-l-o-w-l-y to the point of ponderous tedium, en route to a resolution that we can see coming from miles away.

Were Rod Serling alive today, I’ve no doubt he could have turned this premise into a dynamite half-hour installment of his Twilight Zone TV series (assuming placement on HBO or some other pay-cable network, to preserve the essential adult themes). Jonze, taking a much more leisurely approach, drags us for an monotonous ride that had me checking my watch during the entire second hour.

Jonze burst onto the cinema scene with 1999’s Being John Malkovich — which brought him an Academy Award nomination for best director — and has built his subsequent big-screen career on eccentric and downright bizarre relationship dynamics. He most famously teamed with screenwriter Charlie Kaufman for 2002’s Adaptation, the latter insisting on co-crediting that script with his “fictitious twin brother” Donald, both of whom were depicted in the film by Nicolas Cage.

Adaptation was an alternately hilarious and disturbing analysis of the creative process, and Jonze’s new film certainly follows that template. But instead of a fictitious twin, this story’s co-protagonist is the disembodied voice of a computer operating system that possesses intelligence, perception and a capacity for emotional growth.

In other words, the perfect example of artificial intelligence.

The setting is Los Angeles in a “slight future” that is a welcome utopian relief from the Blade Runner-esque hellholes envisioned in too many recent sci-fi films. The overall infrastructure in this vision of Southern California looks and feels familiar, aside for a greater emphasis on towering buildings, and the ambiance is warm, comfortable and embracing. People wear nice clothes, the weather seems ideal, food is plentiful and tasty, and there’s no trace of crime, neglect or poverty.

OK, so maybe it’s a bit soulless ... which is, of course, precisely the point.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Where the Wild Things Are: Woefully mild

Where the Wild Things Are  (2009) • View trailer for Where the Wild Things Are
2.5 stars (out of five). Rating: PG, for dramatic instensity, scary scenes and one moment of unexpected violence
By Derrick Bang • Originally published in The Davis Enterprise, 10.16.09
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Those who wondered how anybody could have fabricated a feature-length film from Maurice Sendak's Where the Wild Things Are were spot-on.

No doubt encouraged by the success of Robert Zemeckis' 2004 adaptation of Chris Van Allsburg's The Polar Express  a film that already has, in a few short years, become a holiday tradition  director Spike Jonze and collaborator Dave Eggers apparently felt comfortable "opening up" Sendak's spare little tale ... which probably has fewer words than we hear in the first five minutes of this ill-advised project.
Having pronounced himself king in an effort to avoid being eaten by his new
companions, Max (Max Records) issues his first proclamation: that everybody
indulge in a "wild rumpus."

Jonze may be known for his imagination and inventively warped approach to narrative  consider Being John Malkovich and Adaptation  but neither serves him well here. Perhaps more than anything else, this interpretation of Where the Wild Things Are demonstrates that truly attempting to mimic a 9-year-old boy's scattershot impressions of right and wrong  not to mention his wholly capricious take on make-believe  produces nothing more than a boring, random movie with no point.

And, frankly, no reason to watch it.

OK, fine: I get the broad strokes. The rambunctious and overly sensitive Max (Max Records, gifted with an expressive little face) hasn't gotten over his father's death, at some earlier point in time; he feels left out when his older sister hangs with her friends, and deeply resents his mother's (Catherine Keener) interest in a new male companion.

Fleeing via a lengthy boat journey across the ocean  or, more likely, sinking into a dream when he collapses, exhausted, after having run away  Max encounters a series of massive horned, clawed and hairy creatures: some vaguely familiar for their goat- and bull-like qualities, others unlike anything ever seen before.

Each of these creatures, to overstretch a metaphor, apparently represents a different facet of Max's personality: the petulant side, the lonely side, the ignored side, the quiet side and so forth.

But if Max learns something from his encounters with these creatures  these aspects of himself  it's not readily apparent. Far too much time is spent listening to these "wild things" speak in non sequiturs, never really "conversing" with each other, but instead just stringing words together and babbling like folks who accidentally wolfed down a batch of marijuana brownies.