Peter Travers of Rolling Stone fame is being roasted again as the all time champ of shameless Blurb Whores but that's not the point of this post.
While interviewing Christian Bale and Mark Wahlberg for The Fighter, who seem to be in great moods (why wouldn't they be after the Globe & BFCA announcements?) Travers tries to entice Bale to serenade us with a little Newsies number. And why shouldn't he? Is there anything so wonderful as Bale crooning "Santa Fe" on horseback with that little red kerchief round his neck?
Travers doesn't get what he expects.
Unexpected delight: Wahlberg throwin' a little Boogie Nights encore in there.
Okay, I can't resist posting it... the best moment from Newsies bar none.
He has a lovely voice. Sad that he doesn't want to do another musical.
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Showing posts with label Boogie Nights. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boogie Nights. Show all posts
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Sunday, June 13, 2010
Take Three: Don Cheadle
Craig here with the next Take Three - a look at a different character/supporting actor's work through three of their films.

Take One: A Mouse in the house of blues
When Don Cheadle turns up roughly two-thirds of the way into Devil in a Blue Dress, Carl Franklin's great, under-praised 1995 revisionist noir, the film shifts several intense notches skyward in tempo. In his role as Mouse Alexander - an old trigger-happy friend of Denzel Washington's Easy Rawlins from Houston, Texas - he enters the film at just the right time and was like a bolt from the blue. Mouse is permanently wired and always primed to kill on Easy's say-so (or sometimes on his own carefree impulse). In the first frame in which we see him, sneaking in to rescue Easy from an attack at his home, his gun is cocked and pointed at the intruder's head within seconds. With a fearless panache Mouse swiftly diffuses the situation.
The way in which Cheadle fleshes Mouse out is imbued with subtle nuance and simple invention, deceptively so: it feels simply like solid character acting, and it is, but he never sinks into mere sidekick caricature because - and with only really a handful of scenes - Cheadle makes his character feel lived-in, deeper and more purposeful than a mere murderously excitable companion. Mouse clearly has a dual history with Easy, but Cheadle lets us see glimpses of his singular history too: we can almost see in his crime-worn face exactly the kind of past he might be running from, or the future he's bound toward; and, in his unexpectedly drunken abrasiveness during one scene, why he violently flips on a dime so easily. Mouse's life, it's inferred, has been hard and long - he's still out-running his past. Cheadle works overtime to effortlessly convey this with maximum conviction. This is exactly what integral character acting is all about.
With very little in the way of patience (or time for criminal smalltalk), a gun almost surgically attached to his hand and natty fedora always neatly positioned upon his head, Walter Moseley's Los Angeles of 1948 got its true devil, its proper anti-hero, in Mouse. He came, he saw, he whipped the city into shape. That he did this, and was still charmingly yet unstably human, only added to his enigmatic persona. At the end of Devil, when he got into a cab and headed back to Houston, I enjoyed the thought that one day Mouse might get a vehicle of his own in which to exercise his unique brand of gangster discipline. (In fact, in 1998 ABC did plan a pilot based on the film, albeit fruitlessly: a shame since he's the kind of endlessly intriguing character, with enough tantalising gaps left in his story, who deserved a spin-off.)
Take Two: To lead or not to lead
Here is where I slightly digress from the intentions set out in these Take Three pieces. These posts are of course ostensibly all about character actors*, but what if they take the lead once in a while? Should I leave out the interesting and/or acclaimed (or maybe unacclaimed) starring roles because it doesn't fit the template? If it's worthy of further attention then it's fair game. And if the role is as good, and as defining, as Cheadle's is in Hotel Rwanda then why the heck not, I say. (And as long as the chief, overarching focus of Take Three stays supporting for the duration, right?)
Cheadle was standout in Crash (a film more enduring for the levels of divisive debate surrounding it, and its contentious Best Picture win) and he provided Out of Sight, Traffic, Manic and The Assassination of Richard Nixon, among many others, with able support (his three turns in the Ocean's trilogy were more like fun, lend-a-role fillers). And he performed lead duties in Talk to Me and Traitor (and was a back-up Iron Man in Iron Man 2 recently), but Hotel Rwanda is perhaps his most essential film so far.
Cheadle was unlucky to lose out on the Best Actor Oscar in 2005 for his part as Paul Rusesabagina in this searing, thoughtful film. After seeing him in it, I was certain the gold statue wouldn't go to anyone else (alas, he lost to Jamie Foxx in Ray). Cheadle's was a complex and not-too-easily fathomable part: as the house manager of a high-class Rwandan hotel, he has to placate and divert anti-Tutsi militia - despite himself being a Hutu married to a Tutsi woman (Sophie Okonedo) - bribe officials and negotiate deals to ensure his family's safety, all whilst the worsening civil war horribly erupts into genocide.
Cheadle instills Paul with both a forced composure and quick-witted actions, but never in an obvious way, in the face of his situation. A dry reading of the film - supported by its Oscar-friendly marketing: the trailer cloyingly purports he "created a place where hope survived" - suggests Paul as some type of one-man saviour as lazily shaped by the Hollywood machine. Of course there is true heroism inherent in his actions, but it's part of his routine: he's a man, a professional with a job to do, first and foremost. His everyday tasks involve sheltering people anyway, so he simply steps up his role tenfold to cope with the terrible situation mushrooming within his country. Paul maintained a level of professionalism totally in keeping with his job. The remarkable thing Cheadle does in the film is to convey this with a matter-of-factness and without relying on the usual holier-than-thou trappings often afforded roles like his.
The terrible events of 1994 are depicted in the film through the struggles of a man who really only wants to keep his family safe, but ends up extending the security to others through the nature of work. We can identify with Paul, almost sweat and fret alongside him, and see how he intricately navigates himself and others through one dreadful scenario after another. Cheadle managed to impart precisely the right amount of fear and frustration, whilst making it all seem like another of Paul's working days (albeit not actually like any other). It's a massive feat of carefully-balanced acting: a tight, controlled performance without none of that false grandstanding which can often be par for the course in such material. What's most crucial here - and why Rwanda is worthy of attention over the other titles mentioned above - is that Cheadle is technically exploring another essential character part, but he invests it within a defining lead role. (Watching how good he is in this film again now, it struck me that maybe all scripts should perhaps pass through the in-trays of great character actors before they end up with the more typical lead performers - just a thought.) But whatever the part, Don should lead from the front where possible.
* of course this is an elastic, transmutable term that can shift to lead status and back depending on the size of role the actor takes.
Take Three: Money for old Swope
From one of Don Cheadle's (as porn actor/stereo salesman Buck Swope) first scenes in Boogie Nights - dressed in an ostentatious Cleopatra-like wig and gold outfit, looking decidedly underwhelmed and overdressed at a party ("You have to get a new look!") - to the moment much later in the film, after going "straight", when he's refused a bank loan ("Stop saying pornography. Why are you doing this to me? I am an actor"), a series of increasingly waning personal combats have taken place in his life and within his mind; he's been rejected and undermined for his true worth at every juncture.
Many of Boogie Nights' rag-bag cast of likeable characters inspired sympathy, but none more so than Buck - a guy with as much luck as The Simpson's perennial loser Gill. Paul Thomas Anderson's frenetic direction aids in mapping out Buck's sense of giddy, naïve achievement - a close-up of his Employee of the Month plaque, a pinpoint shot of his name badge, long shots to show how he manoeuvres his body in an attempt to dominate the vast stereo showroom - but it also captures Cheadle's ability to plaintively convey Buck's everyday torpor; the frustration of not him not being able to do what he truly wants is palpable in each scene where he's out of his element; and his (much-maligned) devotion to Country & Western music only carries him so far.
But Buck's arc, out of all Boogie Nights' characters, was the one that, more so than many of the others, offered the possibility of real redemption. (Aside from Julianne Moore's Amber Waves Cheadle's was the character I was most invested in and wanted to see come up trumps.) The porno business was, for him, always just a stop-gap to attain eventual legit business success. And through the engaging way Cheadle embodies Buck with a docile charm and a warm persona, it's never a question that he deserves to one day realise his goals. But it was fate and luck that handed Buck the bucks. Later in the film, after further derision and setback, Buck, now altogether happier (the same giddy thrill etched on his face earlier in the film is again evident here) stops off at a late-night diner to buy donuts for his pregnant wife (Melora Walters). A stick-up takes place, resulting in a Tarantino-esque stand-off between the robber, the diner's owner and a gun-carrying customer, with Buck stuck by chance in the crossfire.
A spot of divine (movie) intervention and three corpses later, Buck - sprayed with blood and having surveyed the carnage - sees his prospective dreams in the dropped bag of stolen money: he snatches it up off the floor and, unscathed, walks away into a deserved happy future (he funds his own stereo business - banks can go to hell). Well, he did come for the dough. His wishes may have only come true via one of Anderson's fateful sleight of hand encounters (a concept which he explored more widely in Magnolia), but for someone in Buck's position, when The Man says no, ya gets the cash where ya can. Buck lucks out at just the right time.
Today: Don Cheadle

Take One: A Mouse in the house of blues
When Don Cheadle turns up roughly two-thirds of the way into Devil in a Blue Dress, Carl Franklin's great, under-praised 1995 revisionist noir, the film shifts several intense notches skyward in tempo. In his role as Mouse Alexander - an old trigger-happy friend of Denzel Washington's Easy Rawlins from Houston, Texas - he enters the film at just the right time and was like a bolt from the blue. Mouse is permanently wired and always primed to kill on Easy's say-so (or sometimes on his own carefree impulse). In the first frame in which we see him, sneaking in to rescue Easy from an attack at his home, his gun is cocked and pointed at the intruder's head within seconds. With a fearless panache Mouse swiftly diffuses the situation.
The way in which Cheadle fleshes Mouse out is imbued with subtle nuance and simple invention, deceptively so: it feels simply like solid character acting, and it is, but he never sinks into mere sidekick caricature because - and with only really a handful of scenes - Cheadle makes his character feel lived-in, deeper and more purposeful than a mere murderously excitable companion. Mouse clearly has a dual history with Easy, but Cheadle lets us see glimpses of his singular history too: we can almost see in his crime-worn face exactly the kind of past he might be running from, or the future he's bound toward; and, in his unexpectedly drunken abrasiveness during one scene, why he violently flips on a dime so easily. Mouse's life, it's inferred, has been hard and long - he's still out-running his past. Cheadle works overtime to effortlessly convey this with maximum conviction. This is exactly what integral character acting is all about.With very little in the way of patience (or time for criminal smalltalk), a gun almost surgically attached to his hand and natty fedora always neatly positioned upon his head, Walter Moseley's Los Angeles of 1948 got its true devil, its proper anti-hero, in Mouse. He came, he saw, he whipped the city into shape. That he did this, and was still charmingly yet unstably human, only added to his enigmatic persona. At the end of Devil, when he got into a cab and headed back to Houston, I enjoyed the thought that one day Mouse might get a vehicle of his own in which to exercise his unique brand of gangster discipline. (In fact, in 1998 ABC did plan a pilot based on the film, albeit fruitlessly: a shame since he's the kind of endlessly intriguing character, with enough tantalising gaps left in his story, who deserved a spin-off.)
Take Two: To lead or not to lead
Here is where I slightly digress from the intentions set out in these Take Three pieces. These posts are of course ostensibly all about character actors*, but what if they take the lead once in a while? Should I leave out the interesting and/or acclaimed (or maybe unacclaimed) starring roles because it doesn't fit the template? If it's worthy of further attention then it's fair game. And if the role is as good, and as defining, as Cheadle's is in Hotel Rwanda then why the heck not, I say. (And as long as the chief, overarching focus of Take Three stays supporting for the duration, right?)
Cheadle was standout in Crash (a film more enduring for the levels of divisive debate surrounding it, and its contentious Best Picture win) and he provided Out of Sight, Traffic, Manic and The Assassination of Richard Nixon, among many others, with able support (his three turns in the Ocean's trilogy were more like fun, lend-a-role fillers). And he performed lead duties in Talk to Me and Traitor (and was a back-up Iron Man in Iron Man 2 recently), but Hotel Rwanda is perhaps his most essential film so far.
Cheadle was unlucky to lose out on the Best Actor Oscar in 2005 for his part as Paul Rusesabagina in this searing, thoughtful film. After seeing him in it, I was certain the gold statue wouldn't go to anyone else (alas, he lost to Jamie Foxx in Ray). Cheadle's was a complex and not-too-easily fathomable part: as the house manager of a high-class Rwandan hotel, he has to placate and divert anti-Tutsi militia - despite himself being a Hutu married to a Tutsi woman (Sophie Okonedo) - bribe officials and negotiate deals to ensure his family's safety, all whilst the worsening civil war horribly erupts into genocide.
Cheadle instills Paul with both a forced composure and quick-witted actions, but never in an obvious way, in the face of his situation. A dry reading of the film - supported by its Oscar-friendly marketing: the trailer cloyingly purports he "created a place where hope survived" - suggests Paul as some type of one-man saviour as lazily shaped by the Hollywood machine. Of course there is true heroism inherent in his actions, but it's part of his routine: he's a man, a professional with a job to do, first and foremost. His everyday tasks involve sheltering people anyway, so he simply steps up his role tenfold to cope with the terrible situation mushrooming within his country. Paul maintained a level of professionalism totally in keeping with his job. The remarkable thing Cheadle does in the film is to convey this with a matter-of-factness and without relying on the usual holier-than-thou trappings often afforded roles like his.
The terrible events of 1994 are depicted in the film through the struggles of a man who really only wants to keep his family safe, but ends up extending the security to others through the nature of work. We can identify with Paul, almost sweat and fret alongside him, and see how he intricately navigates himself and others through one dreadful scenario after another. Cheadle managed to impart precisely the right amount of fear and frustration, whilst making it all seem like another of Paul's working days (albeit not actually like any other). It's a massive feat of carefully-balanced acting: a tight, controlled performance without none of that false grandstanding which can often be par for the course in such material. What's most crucial here - and why Rwanda is worthy of attention over the other titles mentioned above - is that Cheadle is technically exploring another essential character part, but he invests it within a defining lead role. (Watching how good he is in this film again now, it struck me that maybe all scripts should perhaps pass through the in-trays of great character actors before they end up with the more typical lead performers - just a thought.) But whatever the part, Don should lead from the front where possible.
* of course this is an elastic, transmutable term that can shift to lead status and back depending on the size of role the actor takes.
Take Three: Money for old Swope
From one of Don Cheadle's (as porn actor/stereo salesman Buck Swope) first scenes in Boogie Nights - dressed in an ostentatious Cleopatra-like wig and gold outfit, looking decidedly underwhelmed and overdressed at a party ("You have to get a new look!") - to the moment much later in the film, after going "straight", when he's refused a bank loan ("Stop saying pornography. Why are you doing this to me? I am an actor"), a series of increasingly waning personal combats have taken place in his life and within his mind; he's been rejected and undermined for his true worth at every juncture.Many of Boogie Nights' rag-bag cast of likeable characters inspired sympathy, but none more so than Buck - a guy with as much luck as The Simpson's perennial loser Gill. Paul Thomas Anderson's frenetic direction aids in mapping out Buck's sense of giddy, naïve achievement - a close-up of his Employee of the Month plaque, a pinpoint shot of his name badge, long shots to show how he manoeuvres his body in an attempt to dominate the vast stereo showroom - but it also captures Cheadle's ability to plaintively convey Buck's everyday torpor; the frustration of not him not being able to do what he truly wants is palpable in each scene where he's out of his element; and his (much-maligned) devotion to Country & Western music only carries him so far.
But Buck's arc, out of all Boogie Nights' characters, was the one that, more so than many of the others, offered the possibility of real redemption. (Aside from Julianne Moore's Amber Waves Cheadle's was the character I was most invested in and wanted to see come up trumps.) The porno business was, for him, always just a stop-gap to attain eventual legit business success. And through the engaging way Cheadle embodies Buck with a docile charm and a warm persona, it's never a question that he deserves to one day realise his goals. But it was fate and luck that handed Buck the bucks. Later in the film, after further derision and setback, Buck, now altogether happier (the same giddy thrill etched on his face earlier in the film is again evident here) stops off at a late-night diner to buy donuts for his pregnant wife (Melora Walters). A stick-up takes place, resulting in a Tarantino-esque stand-off between the robber, the diner's owner and a gun-carrying customer, with Buck stuck by chance in the crossfire.
A spot of divine (movie) intervention and three corpses later, Buck - sprayed with blood and having surveyed the carnage - sees his prospective dreams in the dropped bag of stolen money: he snatches it up off the floor and, unscathed, walks away into a deserved happy future (he funds his own stereo business - banks can go to hell). Well, he did come for the dough. His wishes may have only come true via one of Anderson's fateful sleight of hand encounters (a concept which he explored more widely in Magnolia), but for someone in Buck's position, when The Man says no, ya gets the cash where ya can. Buck lucks out at just the right time.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Modern Maestros: Paul Thomas Anderson
Robert here with another installment of my Modern Maestros series. This week one of America's best directors.
Maestro: Paul Thomas Anderson
Known For: Movies about unique individuals and takes on modern Americana.
Influences: A little bit from everywhere but first and foremost it’s all about Altman
Masterpieces: You could pick any film or films. For me it’s Magnolia and There Will Be Blood
Disasters: zero
Better than you remember: I know some people who aren’t enamored with Punch Drunk Love. They should be.
Awards: Nominated for five Oscars. Best Director in Berlin and Cannes.
Box Office: 40 million for There Will Be Blood. Who says Oscar nominations don’t help?
Favorite Actor: Philip Seymour Hoffman appears in all of his films but for the most recent.
A lot of movies are about outsiders. If most films were about normal people leading normal lives, well, they wouldn’t be. But Paul Thomas Anderson’s characters are beyond outsiders. It’s almost as if they were born without the ability to fit into this world. And immediately we're at the place where Anderson and Altman differ. Altman’s characters were often outsiders, down on their luck, anti-authority, non-conformist but always actively rejected society or were actively rejected by. But not Anderson’s. Barry Egan never made the decision to reject society (neither did Daniel Plainview, Dirk Diggler, or the cast of Magnolia for that matter). Their outsider status was less a choice and more of an inevitability. I wouldn’t be the first to suggest that Anderson is amplified Altman. For example, where Altman connects his characters with an earthquake, Anderson uses a plague of frogs. And he’s assisted in creating these amplified realities by artists like Jon Brion, Robert Elswit, and Jonny Greenwood, at the top of their game.
But Paul Thomas Anderson’s larger than life characters and situations don’t exist for their own sake (though they could stand alone as the sole purpose of his films). They are in fact around to explore the elements of (often American) life. Whether it be how fame and money corrupts, love redeems or all lives are coincidentally connected. And with a wide knowledge of film history Anderson finds inspiration in directors besides Robert Altman. Elements of directors as varied as Welles, Kubrick, and Kalatazov can be found in his films. Like Tarantino, P.T. Anderson is considered a child of the VHS generation, one that had access to cinema unlike any generation prior (his father hosted a weekly B-movie show in my hometown of Cleveland). And there is a "can't believe your eyes" unpretentious B-movie quality to Anderson's pretentious (meant as a compliment) A-movies. Movies are in Paul Anderson's blood. Having dropped out of film school after a short time, he confirms the theory that directorial talent can't be taught. It has to be inherent (like the outsider status of his characters).
Despite all the heightened realities and odd characters in Paul Thomas Anderson films, there’s a strange honesty that comes through. Perhaps its from demonstrating how certain truths stand up even when applied to the most unusual situations or people. And there's an essential modernness to the films as well. Even a period film such as There Will Be Blood combines elements of performance, score, and cinematography into a surreal almost postmodern statement. For his next act, Paul Thomas Anderson is will be directing The Master (working title, I presume though there’s nothing wrong with it) which will star favorite Philip Seymour Hoffman as a 1950’s intellectual who founds a faith-based organization. Religion gets the Anderson treatment, and my guess is we can expect more characters who aren’t exactly average, every-day guys... like Maestro P.T. Anderson himself.
Maestro: Paul Thomas Anderson
Known For: Movies about unique individuals and takes on modern Americana.
Influences: A little bit from everywhere but first and foremost it’s all about Altman
Masterpieces: You could pick any film or films. For me it’s Magnolia and There Will Be Blood
Disasters: zero
Better than you remember: I know some people who aren’t enamored with Punch Drunk Love. They should be.
Awards: Nominated for five Oscars. Best Director in Berlin and Cannes.
Box Office: 40 million for There Will Be Blood. Who says Oscar nominations don’t help?
Favorite Actor: Philip Seymour Hoffman appears in all of his films but for the most recent.
A lot of movies are about outsiders. If most films were about normal people leading normal lives, well, they wouldn’t be. But Paul Thomas Anderson’s characters are beyond outsiders. It’s almost as if they were born without the ability to fit into this world. And immediately we're at the place where Anderson and Altman differ. Altman’s characters were often outsiders, down on their luck, anti-authority, non-conformist but always actively rejected society or were actively rejected by. But not Anderson’s. Barry Egan never made the decision to reject society (neither did Daniel Plainview, Dirk Diggler, or the cast of Magnolia for that matter). Their outsider status was less a choice and more of an inevitability. I wouldn’t be the first to suggest that Anderson is amplified Altman. For example, where Altman connects his characters with an earthquake, Anderson uses a plague of frogs. And he’s assisted in creating these amplified realities by artists like Jon Brion, Robert Elswit, and Jonny Greenwood, at the top of their game.
inevitable outsiders
Despite all the heightened realities and odd characters in Paul Thomas Anderson films, there’s a strange honesty that comes through. Perhaps its from demonstrating how certain truths stand up even when applied to the most unusual situations or people. And there's an essential modernness to the films as well. Even a period film such as There Will Be Blood combines elements of performance, score, and cinematography into a surreal almost postmodern statement. For his next act, Paul Thomas Anderson is will be directing The Master (working title, I presume though there’s nothing wrong with it) which will star favorite Philip Seymour Hoffman as a 1950’s intellectual who founds a faith-based organization. Religion gets the Anderson treatment, and my guess is we can expect more characters who aren’t exactly average, every-day guys... like Maestro P.T. Anderson himself.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Pandora's Link
Quiet Earth photos from Peter Weir's next movie The Way Back starring Ed Harris and Colin Farrell. Ah, I love Peter Weir. Can't wait.Towleroad Speaking of Farrell, he was best man at his gay brother's wedding this summer. Loving families are so awesome. More celebrations in Ireland this weekend
movie marketing The Lovely Bones shifts gears for female fans
Sydney Morning Herald interviews Peter Jackson. There's quite a defensive tone and quotable snark to his response to critics who gripe that he didn't show the story's kick off murder. On this point I agree with the Lord of the Rings auteur, although I wouldn't have phrased it so damningly and I hope he doesn't think that's the extent of the criticism.
art of the title sequence on a few long steadicam openings. Boogie Nights is my all time favorite (in this field) but I thought it was longer than three minutes.
Welcome to PandoraCinema Styles plays mental tricks with "a brick wall". It's a thought provoking post.
Loyal Kng compares the actors with their Na'Vi
MNPP Avatar in 150 Words of Less
Mighty God King a conversation after Avatar (spoilers)
and finally you must read...
i09 delivers an insightful article gloriously titled "When Will White People Stop Making Movies Like Avatar?" Oh, the eternal narratives that spring from white privilege/guilt.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
"I still prefer the exuberance of Boogie Nights..."
...over the formalism of There Will Be Blood." says Quentin Tarantino when raving about Paul Thomas Anderson's auteurial genius.
On this we can agree though we love both films passionately.
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On this we can agree though we love both films passionately.
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Monday, July 13, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Top 10 Movie Characters
I've been asked "What are my ten favorite characters in the history of movies?" Curse you Timothy! And Squish. The question is not something specific like ten favorite characters in Moulin Rouge! (easy) or ten favorite performances by an actress in the past three years or ten favorite Disney villains. No, this question is broader than Ursula's tentacle span. This is like asking someone "What are your ten favorite notes in the history of music?" Insanity. So I'm doing this off the top of my head. I'm avoiding things I talk about too much (Ursula, Lt. Ellen Ripley, Dorothy Gale and any character played by Michelle Pfeiffer). I'm also presenting in chronological order so as to avoid nervous meltings or celluloid breakdowns.
Peter Pan
The movies are full of franchise characters, but usually I stay picky only getting wrapped up for short bursts of time. Take James Bond. It totally depends on the Bond for me. And though I love vampires in general I prefer them when they're not actually Count Dracula himself or Vlad the Impaler or whatever he's calling himself now. I could definitely swing with some Tarzans but I don't seek out his movies. But Peter Pan? From the silent version in 1924 (starring Betty Bronson) the stage musical (starring whomever... though I always hate that it's a girl playing the impish boy), through the Disney cartoon right up to the underappreciated 2003 incarnation, I'll always watch him fly. Even though I sometimes regret it. Bonus points for Tinkerbell even if Disney is attempting to destroy my love for her [on Tinkerbell and Wendy]
Lucy Warriner in The Awful Truth (1937)
If I could marry Lucy and Jerry Warriner, played by Irene Dunne and Cary Grant, I would. Every time I watch the movie I fall madly in love with Lucy and fall totally in sync with Jerry. He and I become totally discombobulated. She's impossible and hilarious, sexy and maddening, baffling and endearing all at once and often at the same moment. Though to tell the truth, I could just as easily have picked Hazel Flagg in Nothing Sacred (1937), Susan Vance in Bringing Up Baby (1938), Ellie in It Happened One Night (1934) or Sugarpuss O'Shea in Ball of Fire (1941). There is no list of Greatest Anything that is complete without the screwball comedy.
Norma Desmond in Sunset Blvd (1950)
The ur diva actress and arguably the best mirror character for the cinema as a whole, reflecting back on the silents and still projecting forward and resonating today. She's a nightmare avatar of stardom curdled that forever haunts the movies. It doesn't matter how small the pictures get. She's also the unavoidable reminder of the inevitability of aging and death even for the true immortals of the screen.
Clyde Barrow in Bonnie & Clyde (1967)
I should say "Bonnie and..." but that'd be cheating. And though I love Faye Dunaway's fierce style and her eagerly swift descent into criminality, my heart tips ever so slightly to Warren Beatty's Clyde... beautiful, violent, impotent, infamous Clyde shooting and stealing his way through a short life in those dust bowl days.
Sevérine in Belle de Jour (1967)
For her perversity and beauty... but most of all for her unknowability. Few characters in cinema retain their mystique so well once the credits roll. Was Catherine Deneuve ever better? Then again... when isn't she superb? [more Deneuve]
Sally Bowles in Cabaret (1972)
Doesn't her body drive you wild with desire? I realize there's stiff competition out there but she may well be the most quotable character in all of cinema... or at least within the musicals. [on Cabaret]
Roy Batty in Blade Runner (1982)
I never quite understood the deep pathos of the Frankenstein myth until I came face to face with his futuristic descendant, replicant Roy Batty as portrayed by Rutger Hauer. With his white shock hair, adult malice and incongruous little boy pouting he mesmerized. That double emotional arc/climax stunned: the first in which he meets his physical maker and exterminates him, the second in which he himself expires knowing there's no spiritual maker to go home to. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain... [more on Batty]
Freddy Honeychurch in A Room With a View (1986)
When Lucy Honeychurch's uncouth suitor George shouts "Beauty!!!!!" into the open air in this Merchant/Ivory classic, I think not of the landscape he shouts to or of Lucy, but of her little brother Freddy. I think of the young Rupert Graves and his amateur hour musicality, vivid immaturity, impossible bangs (his hair seems as eager to frolic as he is) and uninhibited enthusiasms... "fancy a bath?". What's mo --- okay, okay, it's a sexual fixation. I confess. But it's not like we all don't have them with movie characters. You think Rita Hayworth's Gilda became a classic character strictly for her personality? [previous Freddy Honeychurch]
Suzanne Vale in Postcards From the Edge (1990)
She combines three elements that are utterly amazing on their own, let alone fused: Carrie Fisher's wit, channelled through Meryl Streep's awesomeness in order to illuminate what happens to be my favorite species on earth, the Actress Neurotica. It's not exactly an endangered species but I still think we ought to set up a preservation fund to make sure they never go the way of the dinosaur. And maybe get zoos involved in case things get too dangerous for them in the wild.
Amber Waves in Boogie Nights (1998)
The foxiest bitch in the whole world. In some ways Amber Waves forever cursed Julianne Moore to be seen as "the bad mother" but if you have to get stuck in a typecasting rut, get there by playing one of the most indelible screen creations ever. Bonus points: Good actors spoofing bad acting (see also: Jean Hagen in Singin' in the Rain and Jennifer Tilly in Bullets Over Broadway) is one of the greatest pleasures of the silver screen.
Wither the Aughts? If you're on your movie-loving training wheels --there's no shame in that. We all start with movies of the here and now, whenever our here is now -- and would like this list caged into the past 10 years, well... I decided to save the current decade for a later list. Turns out this wasn't as painful as I thought but fun to create even as it fails on the definitive front. There are just too many characters to embrace.
Who should I tag (i.e. punish)? I really want to see the lists that JA, Dave, Gabriel, Fox and Adam would whip up. And I tag you if you haven't a blog of your own should you like to share in the comments. And tell me what'cha think of my ten ...do we share a few character obsessions?
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Top Ten Movie Characters
Peter Pan The movies are full of franchise characters, but usually I stay picky only getting wrapped up for short bursts of time. Take James Bond. It totally depends on the Bond for me. And though I love vampires in general I prefer them when they're not actually Count Dracula himself or Vlad the Impaler or whatever he's calling himself now. I could definitely swing with some Tarzans but I don't seek out his movies. But Peter Pan? From the silent version in 1924 (starring Betty Bronson) the stage musical (starring whomever... though I always hate that it's a girl playing the impish boy), through the Disney cartoon right up to the underappreciated 2003 incarnation, I'll always watch him fly. Even though I sometimes regret it. Bonus points for Tinkerbell even if Disney is attempting to destroy my love for her [on Tinkerbell and Wendy]
Lucy Warriner in The Awful Truth (1937)
If I could marry Lucy and Jerry Warriner, played by Irene Dunne and Cary Grant, I would. Every time I watch the movie I fall madly in love with Lucy and fall totally in sync with Jerry. He and I become totally discombobulated. She's impossible and hilarious, sexy and maddening, baffling and endearing all at once and often at the same moment. Though to tell the truth, I could just as easily have picked Hazel Flagg in Nothing Sacred (1937), Susan Vance in Bringing Up Baby (1938), Ellie in It Happened One Night (1934) or Sugarpuss O'Shea in Ball of Fire (1941). There is no list of Greatest Anything that is complete without the screwball comedy.
Norma Desmond in Sunset Blvd (1950)The ur diva actress and arguably the best mirror character for the cinema as a whole, reflecting back on the silents and still projecting forward and resonating today. She's a nightmare avatar of stardom curdled that forever haunts the movies. It doesn't matter how small the pictures get. She's also the unavoidable reminder of the inevitability of aging and death even for the true immortals of the screen.
Clyde Barrow in Bonnie & Clyde (1967)
I should say "Bonnie and..." but that'd be cheating. And though I love Faye Dunaway's fierce style and her eagerly swift descent into criminality, my heart tips ever so slightly to Warren Beatty's Clyde... beautiful, violent, impotent, infamous Clyde shooting and stealing his way through a short life in those dust bowl days.
Sevérine in Belle de Jour (1967)For her perversity and beauty... but most of all for her unknowability. Few characters in cinema retain their mystique so well once the credits roll. Was Catherine Deneuve ever better? Then again... when isn't she superb? [more Deneuve]
Sally Bowles in Cabaret (1972)
Doesn't her body drive you wild with desire? I realize there's stiff competition out there but she may well be the most quotable character in all of cinema... or at least within the musicals. [on Cabaret]
Roy Batty in Blade Runner (1982)
I never quite understood the deep pathos of the Frankenstein myth until I came face to face with his futuristic descendant, replicant Roy Batty as portrayed by Rutger Hauer. With his white shock hair, adult malice and incongruous little boy pouting he mesmerized. That double emotional arc/climax stunned: the first in which he meets his physical maker and exterminates him, the second in which he himself expires knowing there's no spiritual maker to go home to. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain... [more on Batty]
Freddy Honeychurch in A Room With a View (1986)When Lucy Honeychurch's uncouth suitor George shouts "Beauty!!!!!" into the open air in this Merchant/Ivory classic, I think not of the landscape he shouts to or of Lucy, but of her little brother Freddy. I think of the young Rupert Graves and his amateur hour musicality, vivid immaturity, impossible bangs (his hair seems as eager to frolic as he is) and uninhibited enthusiasms... "fancy a bath?". What's mo --- okay, okay, it's a sexual fixation. I confess. But it's not like we all don't have them with movie characters. You think Rita Hayworth's Gilda became a classic character strictly for her personality? [previous Freddy Honeychurch]
Suzanne Vale in Postcards From the Edge (1990)
She combines three elements that are utterly amazing on their own, let alone fused: Carrie Fisher's wit, channelled through Meryl Streep's awesomeness in order to illuminate what happens to be my favorite species on earth, the Actress Neurotica. It's not exactly an endangered species but I still think we ought to set up a preservation fund to make sure they never go the way of the dinosaur. And maybe get zoos involved in case things get too dangerous for them in the wild.
Amber Waves in Boogie Nights (1998)The foxiest bitch in the whole world. In some ways Amber Waves forever cursed Julianne Moore to be seen as "the bad mother" but if you have to get stuck in a typecasting rut, get there by playing one of the most indelible screen creations ever. Bonus points: Good actors spoofing bad acting (see also: Jean Hagen in Singin' in the Rain and Jennifer Tilly in Bullets Over Broadway) is one of the greatest pleasures of the silver screen.
Wither the Aughts? If you're on your movie-loving training wheels --there's no shame in that. We all start with movies of the here and now, whenever our here is now -- and would like this list caged into the past 10 years, well... I decided to save the current decade for a later list. Turns out this wasn't as painful as I thought but fun to create even as it fails on the definitive front. There are just too many characters to embrace.
Who should I tag (i.e. punish)? I really want to see the lists that JA, Dave, Gabriel, Fox and Adam would whip up. And I tag you if you haven't a blog of your own should you like to share in the comments. And tell me what'cha think of my ten ...do we share a few character obsessions?
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Sunday, February 8, 2009
Colette and Audrey. Michelle and Kathy
I'm well into the novel Chéri, the movie version of which will premiere in just two days at Berlinale. It's a great read. There's exquisite descriptions of complicated emotions and intriguing relationships. There's also an unembarrassed sensuality to the material. If they can capture the nuances and the texture on film, it'll be quite a good sit.I didn't know much about French novelist Colette (seated spectacularly, left) prior to the news about this movie and I blame that on Gigi the movie which is based on her most famous novel. I'd never read it because I didn't like the movie. I figured she wasn't for me. How wrong I was! The more I learn about Colette, the more I love. Not only am I instantly on board with her writing but then to learn that she was once a performer at the Moulin Rouge?!? Add in lesbian love affairs, the ability to frequently scandalize/offend the public and end up hugely celebrated anyway (enormous appealing!) and top it off with a crucial role in making Audrey Hepburn a star (she was a virtual unknown when Colette demanded she play "Gigi" on stage which led directly to Audrey's Oscar winning coming out ball in Roman Holiday)... well, in short, she's swoon worthy.

The romantic relationship she penned in Chéri is between the 49 year old Léa (Michelle Pfeiffer) and her closest friend's (Kathy Bates) gorgeous and callow 20something son, Chéri (Rupert Friend) but it begins when he is only a teenager. Before you start thinking about The Reader controversy all over again, the better modern film perspective might be --psychologically speaking and at least in the beginning of the relationship -- the Amber Waves / Dirk Diggler pairing in Boogie Nights. The older woman's childless maternal instincts seem to be all entangled with her sexual ones while the younger man's feelings are opaque and possibly skin deep. Who knows how far the film or any of the actors will take the material but it could be something.
I'm especially eager to see Bates and Pfeiffer play this oddly close but not at all close friendship.
They had known each other for twenty-five years. Theirs was the hostile intimacy of light women, enriched and then cast aside by one man, ruined by another: the tetchy affection of rivals stalking one another's first wrinkle or white hair.We should be hearing opinions on the film quite shortly now. Two time Oscar nominee Director Stephen Frears has led six actresses to nominations in the past (for The Grifters, Dangerous Liaisons, Mrs. Henderson Presents and The Queen). Will Bates, Pfeiffer and Frears all head back to the Kodak theater in February 2010? It's too early to predict and entirely foolish to presume but that won't stop the hoping.
Theirs was the friendship of two practical women of the world, both adepts at the money games; but one of them a miser, and the other a sybarite. These bonds count. Rather late in the day, a stronger bond had come to link them more closely: Chéri.
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Sunday, November 2, 2008
Underappreciated: Tom Lenk
So another Halloween passed us by and I barely mentioned the greatest show ever (Buffy the Vampire Slayer). It's been off the air for five years but it's about the undead so I figure this justifies obsessing on it many years after its demise. After my third time chronologically through the series sometime in 2007, the Boyfriend demanded that I put the DVDs away for a good long while (even though he loves the show too). I'm a year sober now. Maybe in the spring he'll let me start from Season 1 Episode 1 again!?Is this post filler? You'll be surprised to hear that it's not. I'm just rambling on my way to a new series recognizing underemployed/underappreciated actors in the hopes that some day some where some casting director will say 'that Nathaniel... he's so right!'. And here's where we begin.
I want to say congratulations to actor Tom Lenk who is now officially out of the closet. He's most well known if not famous for his recurring role as "Andrew" super-villain turned Scooby gang fringe-dweller on seasons 6 & 7 of Buffy. Joss Whedon was probably too much of a softie when it came to fan favorites on that departed show. He often let them take over and some overstayed their welcome (obviously Spike did --he was a great character but he made less and less narrative sense to keep around) and some would place Lenk's Andrew in that category, too. But when the show used Andrew sparingly to spike a scene with geeky amoral humor, Lenk always came through. So here's the very funny and talented Tom Lenk in two small doses, satirically embracing two icons of the gays, Britney with a great cabaret version of "Gimme More" and Madonna's "Hung Up".
Another reason to love Tom Lenk... he played "Tommy", a.k.a. 'Floyd's Boy' in the great Boogie Nights. See -- there he is!
Anything connected to Boogie Nights is worth loving ...give or take f***in' idiot "Scotty" (Philip Seymour Hoffman)
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Tuesday, June 3, 2008
"Razor Sharp"

"When I close my eyes, I see this thing. It's like this big sign...
and the name is in, like, bright blue neon lights with purple outline...
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...And this name is just so bright and so sharp that
the sign -- it just blows up because the name is just so powerful!"
and the name is in, like, bright blue neon lights with purple outline...
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...And this name is just so bright and so sharp that
the sign -- it just blows up because the name is just so powerful!"

Tonight Nathaniel does DisneyWorld. Enjoy wonderful guest bloggers all week!
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Thursday, October 25, 2007
Boogie Fever in its Tenth Year

I meant to mention this earlier -- "too many things...too many things" -- Boogie Nights, one of my very favorite films and one of yours [right? the correct answer is "yes"-ed.] turned 10 years old this month! So in honor of the film that introduced most of us to the wondrous writer-director Paul Thomas Anderson (Hard Eight, Magnolia, Punch Drunk Love next up: There Will Be Blood) a poll
If your favorite Boogie porn star isn't listed (this thing only offers us five options) tell us how groovy they are in the comments
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