Showing posts with label Paul Schneider. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paul Schneider. Show all posts

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Take Three: Paul Schneider

Craig here with this week's Take Three.



Take One: Shining bright in the background

Schneider is the epitome of faded rakishness as Charles Armitage Brown, the somewhat disarmingly oily, though tender, poet pal and occasional gooseberry orbiting around both Ben Whishaw’s Keats and Abbie Cornish’s Fanny in Jane Campion's excellent Bright Star (2009). He is the film's third, understated star – his character is a gem of a role for an actor more averse to playing contemporary slackers.

Fanny on his mind. Schneider as Brown in Bright Star

Some found his Scottish accent a bit wavering, but I didn't notice anything odd about it (though it’s possible he may well have watched Billy Connelly clips as practice). The way he instills Brown with a larger-than-life robustness was endearing and playful; it was a sheer pleasure to watch him jauntily thrust himself front and centre into all social situations, talking up his game a mile-a-minute to everyone around him.

Schneider played Brown as a man open to all adventure – someone who wholly encourages the pleasures of the day ahead. But there was a brewing sadness hovering around the edges of his character. An unforeseen and hidden emotion spills out of him at one particularly crucial moment in the film. Schneider masters his line delivery whilst desperately attempting to swallow down a life's worth of sorrow. He was truly amazing in this scene and indeed every minute of his screen time. Just where was that Best Supporting Actor Oscar nomination, Eh?

Take Two: Not just Like Jesse James.


In addition to main star Brad Pitt The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford (2007) was dutifully backed up by a coterie of acting talent from some of today’s best male stock. All the support cast had established fine careers beforehand, but where the likes of Jeremy Renner, Sam Rockwell and Casey Affleck went on to noticeably higher profile leading roles recently (with The Hurt Locker, Moon and The Killer Inside Me respectively), Schneider has continued to graft away in supporting parts (Ditto Jesse James’ other hidden supporting gem Garret Dillahunt). His key role will come. But in the meantime he gets to add his own slice a slippery menace to Andrew Dominik's painterly version of the James myth.

He plays Dick Liddil: Lothario, braggart and rough-hewn gang member – essentially a turn-of-the-century male slut with a holster and a wry glint in his eye. He’s admired by some James gang members, despised by others, but keeps himself in check with wily panache and plenty of arrogant smirks.

The gang's all here: Schneider - second from left, top row.

His slightly heightened vocal inflections – which give Schneider’s voice a cleverly subtle whiny lilt – are almost sing-song, but insinuating. Schneider displays Dick’s unsettling bravado best in the scene where Ford (Affleck) bathes in a tub outside whilst Dick questions his true intentions, before pointing a gun to his face and saying, “I’ll look you up. I’ll knock on your door, and I’ll be as mad as a hornet. And I will be hard.” His temper and disposition flit between carefree and insidious. It’s a real about-turn from moments where he’s relaxed or turning on the lowly charm – like when he’s seducing his conquests in outhouses. (Oddly, his best work here is often delivered in scenes featuring external WCs.) Schneider seduces us too – and he's the best of a 'bad' bunch.

Take Three: Paul, the real guy?

Schneider’s career emerged alongside director David Gordon Green’s – who cast him in two early shorts (Pleasant Grove, Physical Pinball) and his first two features: 2000's George Washington and 2003’s All the Real Girls. It was his role as Paul, the Southern small town womaniser who flounders in the face of real love (with Zooey Deschanel), in the latter film which thrust him into the indie spotlight and set his career off to a gloriously groovy start. It’s not quite an alt version of the Scorsese & DeNiro-style team-up, but the promise was there.

 Schneider and Zooey Deschanel apart in All the Real Girls

Schneider's was a role could've easily sailed close to indulgent wallowing – an actor too familiar may have jarred with the film’s overall perfectly parochial tone, an actor too over-rehearsed may have laid it on thick – but Schneider’s rookie affability (a characteristic the actor gladly hasn’t yet lost) and natural ease ensure that Paul’s arc is realistically and affectingly conveyed. The whole film can be seen as a portrait of a guy on the cusp of being a lifelong loser, but who holds off long enough to strive for something else, some kind of miniature personal redemption. It's given simple style and performance assurance by Schneider.

 Schneider and Zooey Deschanel together in All the Real Girls

The desire to feel half irritated at Paul’s slovenly, cocksure mannerisms and half intrigued by his wayward, unfocused lifestyle constantly pulls at the audience's sympathies. Paul’s a familiar enough type, who most people have likely met, but Schneider blends together a variety of internal emotions, tics and instances of accurate woeful male heartbreak and lets them out in a surprisingly layered, truthful way. Looking at the film again now, it’s a pleasant surprise just how confident a performance it is. Schneider had the smarts from early on.

Three more key films for the taking: George Washington (2000), Elizabethtown (2005), Lars and the Real Girl (2007)

Friday, June 11, 2010

"puff, smoke, dissolve"

Charles Brown: What have I done to you?
Fanny Brawne:
You do nothing to me...or for me. And that's how I'd prefer to keep it.
Charles: What?
Fanny: Your offense is to my fashion, Mr. Brown. To which I'm so helplessly slavish.
Charles: I have been ill quoted.
Fanny: "Her obsession with flounce and cross stitch"...?
Charles: Cross stitch. Miss Brawne, I don't even know what that means.
Fanny: I feel the same way about your poems Mr. Brown. I know nothing of what they mean. They puff, smoke, dissolve... leaving nothing but irritation.

[Great moments in screen bitchery #931]

Abbie Cornish (seamstress)
and Paul Schneider (poet) butt heads in Bright Star (2009). And this is their first exchange! They'll be at each other's throats for the next 2 hours. [Bright Star, so horrifically snubbed in Oscar World, won 3 gold and 4 bronze medals at this site's 10th annual awards ceremony.]

Sunday, January 3, 2010

NSFC: Painters, Bomb Squads and Foxholes

The National Society of Film Critics, typically the last critics group to announce, have finally done the deed. They've gone with the following...

Picture & Director: The Hurt Locker (Kathryn Bigelow)
Actress: Yolande Moreau, Seraphine
Actor: Jeremy Renner, The Hurt Locker
Supporting Actress: Mo'Nique, Precious
Supporting Actor (tie): Paul Schneider, Bright Star and Christoph Waltz, Inglourious Basterds

winners from California, Minnesota, North Carolina and Maryland

Foreign Film: Summer Hours (Olivier Assayas)
Cinematography: The White Ribbon (Christian Bergen)
Production Design: Fantastic Mr. Fox (Nelson Lowry)
Screenplay:
A Serious Man (Joel and Ethan Coen)
Documentary: The Beaches of Agnes (Agnes Varda)

The acclaim for certain pictures and performances continues. I knew about the Cesar award but it's strange that I remember hearing nothing from the critical community about Yolande Moreau until her two big awards (LAFCA and NSFC). But it's nice to see Bright Star getting a smidgeon of last minute acting attention. It's not so strange that Whishaw's pensive sensitivity was overlooked (that's not what voters go for in male actors, no matter how skilled they are at delivering it) but it was a mildly strange development that Abbie Cornish couldn't generate awards season traction at any point... though she did come in third with the NSFC.

Do you think Fantastic Mr. Fox could be the first animated film to win an Art Direction Oscar nomination or is that a pipe dream?
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Thursday, December 17, 2009

Directors of the Decade: David Gordon Green

Robert here, continuing my series of the directors that shaped the past 10 years. Our next subject is a director who made his debut this decade and was immediately compared to Terrence Malick. Some have suggested that he’s faltered recently and maybe they’re right but his early films are such a high point in modern indie cinema he more than qualifies as one of the best directors of this decade. I’m talking about: David Gordon Green.

Number of Films: Five
Modern Masterpieces: George Washington.
Total Disasters: None, though a few mixed efforts.
Better than you remember: Undertow, while flawed is still a worthwhile endeavor, better than the reaction it's been given.
Awards: Some Spirit Award noms, but not much else. Not enough.
Box Office: 89 mil for Pineapple Express, the expected winner.
Critical Consensus: George Washington was his best received film. All downhill from there.
Favorite Actor: Paul Schnieder and Danny McBride show up in two films a-piece.





Let’s talk about:
Growing up. And how do characters in David Gordon Green films grow up? They come to terms with the tragedies of their lives. Yes, it sounds depressing and David Gordon Green films live and die on whether they’re stylistically able to overcome that depression. George Washington is by far his most successful, and Green can credit both his cinematographer Tim Orr (for help with the Malick references), and a young cast that present the trials of youth with honestly and not condescension. Take this exchange between a young couple breaking up. Neither are old enough to understand the intricacies of relationships but they talk as if they do (as they’ve seen adults). She desires someone more mature. He asks to kiss her one more time. Of course, breaking up is a very minor tragedy in life (except when it's on the level of Green's second film). George Washington presents a much larger catastrophe to its young characters. And it’s how the film examines the urgency of this trauma juxtaposed against the meandering passage of childhood in a poor town where the film find's childhood's end.

In Green’s next film, All the Real Girls, the characters are considerably older, though still in need of maturing. Set in another small town again, that’ll have you screaming at the characters to “get out!” Paul Schnieder plays the town cad who genuinely falls for his best friend’s younger, innocent sister. These characters don’t possess enough self-awareness and understanding of their own emotions to make it work. And there's the tragedy. But Green never judges them. Instead he uses the backdrop of the run-down industrial town to frame their lack of direction, both internally and externally. The only way they can grow is when they’re forced to. Like it's predecessor, the film survives on its fantastic acting (that truly comprehends young love) and lyrical cinematography.


David Gordon Green

David Gordon Green’s next two films, while still good, endure considerably more difficulty in overcoming the weight of their tragedies. But these tragedies still fulfill their objective and force those around them into adulthood. Undertow takes a more suspenseful route, often echoing Night of the Hunter. Troubled teen Jamie Bell must straighten up enough to protect his younger brother and outrun evil uncle Josh Lucas as he hunts down a stash of gold. Critical reaction was mixed, and the theme of growth via tragedy while obviously present isn’t particularly deep. Still an ending more ambiguous than it first seems makes it an interesting entry in the Green canon. Snow Angels on the other hand, is David Gordon Green’s least successful film. Here the rub lies in the tragedy itself which feels like a plot point more than anything truly tangible and leaves the viewer cold.. But dependable David Gordon Green gets some fantastic performances out of his actors (Kate Beckinsale, Sam Rockwell, Michael Angarano and Olivia Thirlby) the latter two again capturing the experience of young love not often seen.


People were a bit startled when it was announced that Green would be partnering with Judd Apatow in 2008 for Pineapple Express. But knowing that both men were fascinated with the theme of individuals entering adulthood it was a natural fit. The film was sold mostly as an Apatow comedy with little attention payed to the talent or accomplishments of its actual director. But to know Green’s history is to know that this stoner comedy fits in perfectly with his oeuvre, as does the violence that surprised so many in the film (after all, what else would spur these men-children into adulthood?).

The country's current generation of 20-somethings are no strangers to the concept of adulthood spurred by tragedy. It's been a running theme of reality this past decade. So much that one would have to conclude that David Gordon Green is certainly a keen observer of the times. Another thing he keenly understands is that while independent dramas are great, they don't bring in the cash. Green's next project... another comedy.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Bright Star Trailer

It's here.



Trailer voiceovers always sound like somebody is reading a children's book aloud, straining for light short story affect or blustery novelistic import. This one falls somewhere inbetween... light novella import? In truth I wish trailers wouldn't have them at all... I always want to just snatch the book from the disembodied voice to look at the pictures for myself.


And what pictures.

It's way too soon to call anybody a lock for Oscar anything (there's always much competition) but certainly the visuals of Bright Star will be talked up later in the year. Can Greg Fraiser, a fairly new cinematographer with mostly shorts to his name (including one for Jane Campion "The Water Diary"), compete with the well known names vying for a cinematography nomination? Can costume designer Janet Patterson (Peter Pan, Oscar and Lucinda), who has been nearly as elusive as Jane Campion since the 90s be nominated again? It's amusing that Fannie (Abbie Cornish) designs all her own clothes as a story point and that they're good enough to be made by a three-time Oscar nominee.

Abbie Cornish is a good bet for some form of year end attention but Ben Whishaw will have a tougher row to hoe as the poet: Headstrong protofeminist women are baity, emotionally sensitive men not so much... make of that what you will but I personally think it's simple sexism; Women with "masculine" power are respected, men with "feminine" attributes are not.

Two Nathaniel-obsessive examples: consider the attention Nicole Kidman got for Moulin Rouge! and compare it to Ewan McGregor's. Contrast Sela Ward's EMMY attention for TV's Once & Again and compare it to Billy Campbell's snubbings for the same show. In both cases both members of the coupling were doing tremendously effective work illustrating the emotional contours of love and romance. But "That's woman's work!" he summarized sarcastically.

A more universal example: Leonardo DiCaprio snubbed for Titanic. Kate Winslet nominated. Why? (Disclaimer: I personally would not have nominated either of them that year even though I love the movie. But, that said, I don't think she's appreciably better in that particular film even if she is a far greater actor than he overall)

P.S. 1 For newer readers who might be puzzling over why the return of writer/director Jane Campion thrills me so, see my review of The Piano, one of the three best films of the Nineties (the others being Heavenly Creatures and Boogie Nights). I'm not expecting Bright Star to be that earth shaking (few films are) but I'm eager to see the auteur back behind the camera again, working within the tragic romance register.

P.S.
2 How about that Scottish accent from Paul Schneider as John and Fannie's confidant?
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