Sunday, April 30, 2023

four quartets


Perhaps what makes T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets--a set of four poems, primarily written during WWII--so enduring is its meditative lyricism with occasional stabs of concrete imagery, that can be transposed to any time. 


In Sophie Fiennes's film version of Ralph Fiennes's (Sophie's brother) stage performance of Eliot's work, the lines come forward from the screen almost like mystical hoops of sound. Onstage, Fiennes is barefoot, dressed in dark pants and a grayish button-down, sometimes in a brown corduroy coat--his hair short and slicked back, his familiar eyes piercing. Except for a few expansive gestures of outstretched arms and shoulders rolling like waves, his movements are nominal. His delivery considers the music of Eliot's text, but doesn't simplistically over-emphasize it, all under the mellow resonance of his accent. I can imagine other actors--ones that perhaps aren't so akin to what is considered, stereotypically, as Shakespearean--reading Eliot's lines, playing this part, and perhaps creating something compelling, and more intriguing. But Fiennes's performance is excellent, a supple reading of the work--passionate, without burning too hot. 



Sophie Fiennes's sometimes intercuts the desolation of this presentation with lingering, tranquil images of nature (a verdant, but overgrown garden, an open pasture at dusk, a dark sea). This could be a respite from the starkness of the staging. It could be a reminder of the untouched, "transient beauty" of the natural world that is so consistently threatened by the devastation of humankind. A shot of sunlight beams on the surface of a brackish pond, threaded with branches, visually exhibiting Eliot's lines from "Little Gidding" arrestingly ("The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches, / In windless cold that is the heart's heat, / Reflecting in a watery mirror / A glare that is blindness in the early afternoon."). Rather than intrusive or obvious, I found these cues stirring, creating the sense of a true film out a staged play, knowing the intimacy of which within a theatre can never be replicated from watching onscreen, but haunting nevertheless, and one that can always be turned to again. ***


-Jeffery Berg


Friday, April 28, 2023

that! feels good!





Jessie Ware has released That! Feels Good! The perfect disco album for geriatric millennials like myself. 



Thursday, April 20, 2023

carmen


My review of Carmen, the new film from Benjamin Millepied, starring Paul Mescal & Melissa Barrera is now on Film-Forward.




Friday, April 14, 2023

the music of horalion




Just stumbled upon the music of Horalion.






This mashup of Daft Punk's "Veridis Quo" with Kavinsky's "Nightcall" is wonderful (harpsichords!).



Thursday, April 13, 2023

mafia mamma


My review of the disappointing (especially since it stars Toni Collette) Mafia Mamma is now up at Film-Forward.

Wednesday, April 12, 2023

air


Before my viewing of Ben Affleck's Air, there were a fleet of previews of forthcoming movies--all based upon brands (Fast X, Transformers: Rise of the Beasts, The Flash, Indiana Jones and The Dial of Destiny). In fact, the weekend Air landed, Super Mario Brothers made over 200 million dollars in its debut weekend, a staggering gross. Brands are inescapable and so intrinsic to the American story, that it seems it have almost fully permeated the content of the movie industry as well, even mid-budget adult dramas. 




Brands and branding are the main thematic and plot thrusts of Air, which was funded by Amazon. Set to Dire Straits' evocative 1985 rock epic "Money for Nothing," the movie's opening sweeps through grainy footage of early 80s Americana from Ghostbusters to Mr. T to Reagan. Figures and enterprises are reduced to commercial slogans, toys, dolls, images plastered on cereal boxes. Like the Dire Straits song and another woeful 80s American song that features here prominently, there is a sense of simmering cynicism to this plethora of capitalistic desires woven explicitly into Affleck's film, but also nostalgia and tuneful, anthemic celebration. 




Matt Damon's Sonny Vaccaro, works at Nike, a company stuck in third place (the UBS, the lowest rated newscast in Network, of shoes) behind fellow popular sports sneaker giants Adidas and Converse. With strong belief, he picks then-newcomer Michael Jordan as the sole (no pun intended) figure to sponsor their latest sneaker. Sonny's a bit at odds with his kooky co-workers--aging, shaggy-haired Rob Strasser (Jason Bateman), unconventional CEO Phil Knight (played by Affleck, unfortunately the least engaging performance in a powerhouse cast), Jordan's fast-talking, mouthy agent (Chris Messina), and even Jordan's steadfast mother Deloris (Viola Davis, as usual, excellent), who really runs the show in the end. Most will be aware of what eventually happens, but how the idea, the deal, and even the shoe itself  happens (Matthew Maher gives a quirky, intriguing turn as the shoe's designer Peter Moore), is captured smoothly and satisfyingly by Affleck's crew and cast. He's indebted to the enigmatic actors and also the longtime skills of editor William Goldenberg (who cut Affleck's Argo with admittedly crackerjack precision despite the faults of that movie) and cinematographer Robert Richardson (in one of his more playfully-lensed films enhancing the mostly dull office settings).


It's a bizarre movie in a way, with its atmospheric, yearning soundscapes of mood music (Pino Donaggio, Cyndi Lauper, and Harold Faltermeyer's "Axel F" all surface) that suddenly fade in and out, sometimes of the film's 1984 setting, sometimes just a year or so off, or bizarrely, even a cue from Mark Isham's score from Suffragette (a 2015 film). The movie is also an old-fashioned brand of American storytelling that easily fires up its audience about the thinly-characterized risktaker who is so thoroughly obsessed with his risk, that his success in the end--against the "out-of-touch," and especially with the case of Adidas, "less American" (and feminized) competition. In fact its the template of last year's mega success of another slick story rooted in 80s nostalgia--Top Gun: Maverick

This is all such an interesting contrast to Affleck and Damon's first big collaboration, 1997's Good Will Hunting--that scrappy underdog tale, filmed with a mix of a golden-hued Hollywood glow and a sense of gritty realism of Gus Van Sant's direction, and populated with melancholy Elliot Smith tunes. The rambling uncertainty of that film's moving ending is part of its evocativeness (that car over the road over the end credits!). Interestingly in the same year, Michael Moore's The Big One, probed American corporations, including Phil Knight's use of sweatshops in Indonesia. Air may not seem interesting on paper, but it is a curious pivot to substance through the lens of an almost fetishistic view of capitalism from a team of plucky Gen Xers. The notion of white men as opportunists battling over the fate of a black man's body is nothing new, and is rendered in this film more perceptively than expected, opening this film up to deeper discussion. Davis's Deloris, authentically realized in a quiet, understated way, gets the last word, so to speak, in Alex Convery's punchy script, a phone monologue delivered so expertly and crisply, that it becomes an extremely moving moment, and emblematic of greater meanings of commerce, talent, and ownership. *** 


-Jeffery Berg


Wednesday, April 5, 2023

four quartets


Kino Lorber releases the trailer for Sophie Fiennes' film of a stage adaptation of T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets, performed by Ralph Fiennes

Sunday, April 2, 2023

red ruby da what's love



New mash from yours truly of "Red Ruby Da Sleeze" with "What's Love Got to Do With It" (Warren G version).