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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Foxcatcher: Men behaving badly

Foxcatcher (2014) • View trailer 
4.5 stars. Rated R, for profanity, drug use and violence

By Derrick Bang

The über-rich haven’t been this creepy since 1990’s Reversal of Fortune.

And that was based on a true story, as well.

John Du Pont (Steve Carell, left) knows precisely how to inspire the impressionable Mark
Schultz (Channing Tatum), and for a time the weathy older man seems well-meaning, if
a bit daft. But this relationship dynamic is about to turn very, very uncomfortable.
Foxcatcher is director Bennett Miller’s highly unsettling account of wealthy heir John du Pont’s bewildering (to the outside world) decision to position himself as head coach, trainer and sponsor of the U.S. wrestling team hoping to qualify for the 1988 Seoul Olympics. This scheme is granted public legitimacy when brothers Mark and Dave Schultz are dragged into du Pont’s ludicrous, vanity-laden quest, accelerating an already uncomfortable sibling dynamic that becomes increasingly toxic.

Disaster is inevitable; the only question is what form the crisis will take.

Miller excels at getting the best from his casts, and he’s noted for guiding actors to Oscar nominations — and wins — in compelling, character-driven slices of history. Both Philip Seymour Hoffman and Catherine Keener earned well-deserved nominations for Capote; Hoffman went home with the prize. Brad Pitt never looked better than he was in Moneyball, and Miller worked a modern miracle by orchestrating goofball Jonah Hill’s transformation into a serious actor.

But it’s equally important to note that Miller surrounds himself with some of Hollywood’s most skilled writers, who also earned Academy Award nominations (respectively) for their work on Capote and Moneyball. I’ve absolutely no doubt that E. Max Frye and Dan Futterman will garner similar praise for their insidiously subtle, squirm-inducing depiction of what emerged as the late 1980s’ most bizarre sports scandal.

But it’s hard to detect the fine-tuned screenplay right away, because of the almost scary degree to which this film’s three stars inhabit their respective roles. They’re all excellent, crossing that threshold where we often forget the actor playing the part, and wholly accept that we’ve somehow been transported back in time, and granted a window on the activities of these actual people.

Dave and younger brother Mark Schultz were heroes at the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics, both taking gold medals in different weight classes of men’s freestyle wrestling; they also took world golds at, respectively, Kiev (1983) and Budapest (1985).

They’re played here by Mark Ruffalo (almost unrecognizable) and Channing Tatum. The film’s narrative catches them during the early build-up to Seoul, and their circumstances couldn’t be more different. As often is the case with siblings, their personalities are wholly distinct. Dave radiates calm, confidence and authority; Mark, although idolizing his older brother, chafes at being in his shadow.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Letters to Juliet: Special delivery

Letters to Juliet (2010) • View trailer for Letters to Juliet
3.5 stars (out of five). Rating: PG, for no particular reason
By Derrick Bang • Originally published in The Davis Enterprise, 5.13.10
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Rising young female stars must tread carefully, lest they be seduced by the easy money of dumb, career-killing romantic comedies or questionable horror flicks.

Consider the fate of Sarah Michelle Gellar, who went from worldwide fame as TV's Buffy, the Vampire Slayer to utter obscurity in a few short years, thanks to a string of misfires that included Simply Irresistible, Harvard Man and a pair of live-action Scooby-Doo entries. The latter two may have made money, but they didn't prevent a career slide that has seen four recent films get only minimal release or go straight to video.
Charmed by how so many people leave messages for the romantic spirit of
Shakespeare's Juliet, Sophie (Amanda Seyfried) helps gather a day's worth of
such missives ... only to discover, tucked behind a loose rock, a letter that has
remained unread for half a century.

Alternatively, let's examine the case of Amanda Seyfried.

She's also a former TV actress, having spent a season each on the soaps As the World Turns and All My Children, before getting a high-profile supporting part on Veronica Mars (as the ill-fated Lily Kane). That was followed by a continuing presence on the acclaimed series Big Love, along with occasional small film roles; she struck gold with her effervescent work in the 2008 big-screen adaptation of Mamma Mia.

Holding one's own against Meryl Streep is no easy task.

Although Seyfried's detour into the gore-laden idiocy of last year's Jennifer's Body was a misfire, she has gotten strong notices more recently for her work in Atom Egoyan's sensuously charged drama, Chloe. That, coupled with her earnest performance in Dear John a few months ago, bespeaks an actress clearly trying to shape a career that'll last.

All of which brings us to Letters to Juliet.

Director Gary Winick's romantic charmer, scripted by Jose Rivera and Tim Sullivan, certainly isn't anything special; its completely predictable storyline takes no unexpected detours, treads no fresh ground. But familiarity isn't a sin if choice ingredients help freshen a familiar recipe, and the ingredients here include Seyfried and co-star Vanessa Redgrave, both radiant in a heartwarming little tale certain to please those seeking relief from the approaching summer season bombast.

Besides, the premise that drives this story is truly delightful.

Seyfried stars as Sophie, a resourceful fact-checker who works for The New Yorker magazine  a well-cast Oliver Platt pops up briefly as her editor  and harbors a secret desire to become a writer. She's more or less engaged to Victor (Gael Garcia Bernal), a budding restaurateur with a tendency to regard everything he drinks or tastes as "amazing" or "incredible" ... words he never seems to use with respect to Sophie, or anything she does.

The phrase "self-absorbed jerk" springs to mind pretty quickly.