Sunday, February 6, 2011

The 10 Movies I Love the Most

This post originally appeared online at MediaBlvd Magazine.

For my first post on MediaBlvd, I wanted to come up with a list of my top ten favorite movies of all time.  Now obviously lists like these are terribly flawed, and they can never adequately convey what the list maker is really like.  There are surely hundreds of wonderful movies that I just haven’t seen yet, and there are some which I have, but that I couldn’t consider favorite movies, happy to pop into the DVD player at any given time.  Then there are the guilty pleasure movies, which always delight the viewer, but would be embarrassing to include on any self-respecting film lover’s list of favorites.

So I’ve decided to try to narrow it down to a list of ten movies that I love, which I could watch any time and be happy.  These are the staples which I’ll watch if ever they’re on TV, which I get moods for and watch repeatedly on DVD, and which make me feel something every time I watch them, even if it’s not the same feeling I had after my first viewing.  I will have to include the disclaimer, which is that this list omits gems like Independence Day, Air Force One, and Junior, which certainly fit the above description, but which I chose to skip in favor of some actual high-quality storytelling.

The 10 Movies I Love the Most (in no particular order):

Roman Holiday (William Wyler, 1953)
A royal falls in love with a commoner.  This old trope is made magical by the earthy, beautiful backdrop of Rome, Gregory Peck’s charm, Audrey Hepburn’s vivacity, and the audaciously bittersweet ending.  Roman Holiday was one of my first introductions to the notion that fairytale romances don’t always pan out the way that Disney movies tell you they will when you’re a little girl.  And I loved that; I was so grateful for that message.  This movie has real human emotion against a wildly unrelatable backdrop, and every time I watch it I can imagine running away and falling in love with a devastatingly handsome reporter in Italy.  Roman Holiday won the Academy Awards for Writing, Best Actress, and Best Costume Design (for Edith Head, who would later dress Audrey Hepburn in Sabrina and Funny Face, bringing Audrey’s iconic Givenchy look to the silver screen).

West Side Story (Robert Wise & Jerome Robbins, 1961)
Certainly, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers is my pick for most fun musical, with its low-budget backdrops and uncomfortable Stockholm Syndrome plotline, but the classic love story of Tony and Maria is my best-loved musical.  Adapted from Bernstein & Sondheim's musical, which is itself a retelling of the classic star-cross'd lovers plot, the film blends issues of immigration, juvenile delinquency, and intercultural relationships in a style perfectly indicative of 1960s musicals.  The talents of the cast and filmmakers blend into a story that immerses the audience into the world of gang-run Manhattan where young people are always searching for something to make life more meaningful.  The performances of George Chakiris, Rita Moreno, and Russ Tamblyn stand out even fifty years later.
 

The Best Years of Our Lives (William Wyler, 1946)
While there have been plenty of films examining the toll of combat on veterans, many were made in the post-Vietnam era.  Whenever World War II is portrayed in film, it is often with a reverent sense of glory.  A sense that war may be ugly and gritty, but the Greatest Generation served with a purpose we can all see writ in the sepia-toned stories of our grandfathers.  Wyler’s film, about three servicemen returning home to the same city after fighting abroad, was released only one year after the war’s end, and portrays the men struggling to adjust to daily life, at odds with their families, with traumas unhealed by distance.  The poor man became a decorated captain in the war, the wealthy man was in the infantry, and the Navy man lost both arms without ever seeing combat.  Struggling with making ends meet, alcoholism, finding love, infidelity – the three have only each other to commiserate with.  It’s a beautifully told story, made all the more impressive by the time in which it was made.  Non-professional actor and double-amputee Harold Russell won both an Honorary Academy Award for the role, as well as the Best Supporting Actor Oscar.

A League of Their Own (Penny Marshall, 1992)
My decade-older sister got the athletic gene.  She was a star softball player, and loved soccer, football, and all manner of other sports.  I, on the other hand, was relegated to deep right-field during my few years on a T-Ball team, standing with my glove on my head and wiping snot on my sleeve.  We watched League together so many times when I was a little kid that it has become emblematic of quality time spent with my cool teenaged sister.  It was the mid-‘90s and I had this “riot grrl” big sis who loved baseball, and watching this movie with her taught me about feminism, and Madonna, and led to a lifetime of conversing in movie quotations.  (“What do you suggest?”  “A lot of night games.”)  I don’t think I’ve watched this movie all the way through without laughing, crying, and singing along to the All-American league song.  Plus, my dad looked just like Jon Lovitz did in the movie, which still cracks me up almost twenty years later.

Boogie Nights (Paul Thomas Anderson, 1997)
It’s hard for me to choose between this and PTA’s Magnolia, both of which I will watch all the way through despite their lengthy run times, but Boogie Nights is probably an easier movie to watch.  Remember all those fun parts, with Mark Wahlberg looking forward to his future as a big, bright, shining star, and the pool parties, and the cocaine before it gets cut with meth?  That’s the peppy late ‘70s spoonful of sugar before the downward spiral of the ‘80s crashes in, carried on the awkward shoulders of William H. Macy and Philip Seymour Hoffman’s characters.  It’s also a movie about family, and how love can overcome a lot of hurdles when you’re building one.  It’s also a movie about porn.

Back to the Future trilogy (Robert Zemeckis, 1985, 1989, 1990)
My love affair with Michael J. Fox blossomed during an early childhood medley of Family Ties reruns, the BTTF trilogy, and wishing I could grow up to be Boof from Teen Wolf.  In the years since, I have wept watching his departure from Spin City, and have read two of his autobiographies. The third is on my Kindle waiting for me.  I have spent countless hours on the dearly departed Back to the Future attraction at Universal Studios.  And you’re kidding yourself if you think you can change the channel when Back to the Future parts 1 or 2 come on TV. Part 3 is best appreciated after a marathon of the first two.  Fox, Lea Thompson, and Crispin Glover are sweetly funny and loveable in their iconic roles.

Center Stage (Nicholas Hytner, 2000)
It was between this, Dirty Dancing, and 10 Things I Hate About You for the guilty pleasure pick on this list, but I decided I had to pick the one with the least amount of lasting merit. I mean, Dirty Dancing is a truly classic ‘80s movie, and 10 Things has Heath Ledger and Joseph Gordon-Levitt before they reached their sexiest.  Center Stage is terribly acted, even by the cast members who weren’t professional dancers, and the story lines are so maudlin and predictable.  But the dancing is wonderful, and the cheesiness of the performances really only adds to my love for the movie.  Plus Peter Gallagher’s eyebrows are always so…hypnotic.

Once (John Carney, 2007)
This is probably an outlier on a top 10 films list, as so much of the power of this movie is its soundtrack, created and performed by its stars, non-professional actors Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová, who make up the act The Swell Season.  But the movie is the perfect vehicle for their musical talents, showcasing them against a Dublin that seems tailor-made for the buskers that inhabit it.  While I’ve listened to the soundtrack endlessly, and have seen The Swell Season perform live whenever possible, there’s a different energy to the music when observed again through the movie. It has that same type of perfect ending as Roman Holiday, leaving the audience satisfied with the brief glimpse they got into the characters’ lives.

Marty (Delbert Mann, 1955)
This sort-of dreary movie about a lonely butcher who lives with his mother, who can never escape the doldrums of his tired social life in an effort to find a nice girl to settle down with, seems like a strange choice for a movie that one could watch over and over.  But it’s the incredible acting of Ernest Borgnine and Betsy Blair as sad but earnest ugly ducklings crossing paths in a ballroom crowded with those more confident and pretty people who never have problems getting a date, that makes this movie evergreen.  I feel like people are often trained to be dissatisfied, and both Marty and Clara are shot down whenever they try to carve out the lives that they want, which makes their defiance so resonant.  Marty won the Academy Awards for Best Picture, Best Director, Best Actor, and Best Adapted Screenplay.

Cinema Paradiso (Giuseppe Tornatore, 1988)
This is it for me.  I think that if I were asked at gunpoint to narrow it down to one ultimate picture, one film to take with me to the deserted island, it would have to be this one.  While the tale of a boy’s teenage love, and his relationship with his mentor Alfredo, the local projectionist, is heartbreaking in its own right, this is a film about why movies are important.  There are so many great movies about filmmaking – too many even to list here – but I have yet to see one that surpasses Cinema Paradiso in its portrayal of how movies can affect people, give structure to communities, and foster relationships among those who love them.  The final montage, a pastiche of scenes from other movies that fits so perfectly into the story told over the previous acts, moves me to tears every time.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Get it together, people.

Okay so here's a very mini post about last night's Thursday comedy block on NBC.  Community: I didn't get it.  The Office: a very sweet episode and I hope it draws Steve Carrell's time on the show to a nice conclusion that feels natural.  30 Rock: the maternity photoshoot was incredible.  Perfect Couples / Outsourced: I never made it past the first episode.

But I have to reach out to all of my friends who haven't yet heard this message.  You have to watch Parks and Recreation.  It is ...perfect.  I just love it so much.  It's smart, it's funny, the characters are incredibly lovable and you want the best for them.  Adam Scott is in it, and he's adorable.  It even has good messages!  What possible excuse could you have for not watching this?  Please do yourself a favor.  You can skip season one, it was a bore (but not as bad as The Office [US] season one), and just read a synopsis online or something.  Seasons 2 and, so far, 3 have blown it out of the park episode after episode.

If you're not yet watching, I still hope the below line from last night's show will be funny to you.  This is a show about the Parks and Recreation department of a small midwestern town, Pawnee.  The central character, Leslie Knope, is the  most earnest person of time.  Here she is, reading off a list of the town's slogans over the years:

"Pawnee, the Paris of America. Pawnee, the Akron of southwest Indiana. Pawnee: Welcome, German soldiers. (After the Nazis took France our mayor kind of panicked.) Pawnee, the factory fire capital of America. Pawnee: Welcome, Vietnamese soldiers. Pawnee, engage with Zorp. (For a brief time in the ’70s, our town was taken over by a cult.) Pawnee, Zorp is dead, Long live Zorp. Pawnee, it’s safe to be here now. Pawnee, birthplace of Julia Roberts. (That was a lie, she sued and so we had to change it.) Pawnee, home of the world famous Julia Roberts lawsuit. Pawnee: Welcome, Taliban soldiers. And finally, our current slogan: Pawnee, first in friendship, fourth in obesity."

Plus all of the actors are just amazing and perfectly at ease being hilarious and endearing, every damn week.  I just want to move to fictional Pawnee and hang out with them.

Dear Parks and Recreation,
I love you.
~Kat

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Watch this space!

I've recently been contacted by the staff of MediaBlvd Magazine, and asked to contribute movie reviews and other pieces to their site!  MediaBlvd is an online magazine with reviews of film, television, and books, opinion pieces on the entertainment world, and celebrity interviews.  The site also has some strong ties to the nerd community, with a lot of features on science fiction and other aspects of the geek zeitgeist.

I'll be cross-posting whatever I write for MediaBlvd on this blog, so stay tuned for my first article on the site, which will be an introductory rundown of my top 10 favorite movies (in no particular order).

I have to say that while I have occasionally taken time off from blogging in the years since I started doing this, it has remained a very enjoyable outlet, and I'm grateful to the staff of A Bright Wall in a Dark Room for expanding my readership to a broader audience.  I look forward to my continued opportunities to contribute to BWDR, and to those in my new capacity at MediaBlvd as well.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Ewwww

Last night I finally made it to the second run theater across the street from my office to watch Danny Boyle's 127 Hours.  I'd been excited for this movie for some time, having seen Aron Ralston when he visited my high school a few years back (he'd dated one of the teachers).  After hearing what 127 Hours star James Franco said about the differing filmmaking styles of his film and The Social Network, that TSN was conventional compared to 127 Hours' innovation, I was curious to see how watching a guy become dehydrated and desperate over five days could stay interesting...at least until he cuts his arm off.  And I have to say, the movie sped by, particularly to the credit of Boyle and editor Jon Harris.

James Franco obviously carries the movie, as the camera doesn't often give us wide shots of him, instead staying in close, forcing us to feel Aron's claustrophobic situation, watching in detail as ants crawl over his increasingly pallid skin.  Much as I like initial casting choice Cillian Murphy, Franco is so much more obvious and perfect as Ralston, playing him as detached and lonely, but with a verve that keeps him sympathetic in his almost-craziness.  Franco also has that strange ability to be classically, smoulderingly, handsome from one angle, and hobo crazy from another, so roles that allow the eccentricity to flow through are probably the best showcases for his talent.

This movie, perhaps unlike many others based closely on true events, benefits from the assumption that audience members already know how the story will pan out.  "Let's go see the movie where James Franco cuts his arm off."  So when the movie starts off with Aron unable to find his trusty Swiss Army knife, in plain view of the camera, that feeling of dread sets in that will carry you through to the stomach-turning climax.  When he starts chipping away at the boulder with his dull pocketknife, I found myself pleading with him not to make it any duller, as if I wanted to warn him that the killer was inside the house.  You know Aron will survive, so when you see him videotaping his final goodbyes and drinking his own urine to stay alive, it forces the audience to wonder how they would have acted in his situation.

It's easy to judge Aron Ralston for bringing the situation upon himself.  The movie adequately portrays this issue, and surely Ralston himself knows that he could have saved himself a lot of misery by informing anyone as to his whereabouts, or being better prepared for his excursion.  But how would you have acted if it had been you trapped under the boulder?  Would you have waited five days without food and water before trying to free yourself?  Would it ever occur to you to have done what he did?  At a certain point, would you just try to kill yourself quickly?*  Perhaps only in a state of delirium and shock can the ultimate survival instinct kick in.  The film portrays Ralston as hallucinating visions of his family, of his future son, and that being what spurs him to finally go through with it.

In the end, I didn't know whether to feel inspired (or vow never to take up rock climbing), but the final scenes of Aron, post-amputation, rappelling to the ground, marching through the midday sun, and eventually finding rescue, water, a modicum of fame, and a family, were expertly shot and cut together.  There is some magic to be found in the triumph of the human spirit, and it is both crazy and admirable how Ralston has continued mountaineering in the years since his accident.  I feel like so many of us resign ourselves to letting life speed by, with hours stuck behind a computer screen, missing out on so many opportunities for adventures of all sorts.  After 127 Hours, I do have an itching to go on a nice - safe - hike this weekend.


*I have said that I would only go scuba diving if I could carry a cyanide capsule in my mouth, should I ever be attacked by the terrifying creatures of the deep.  Quick and painless > OH HELL A GIANT SQUID

Monday, January 31, 2011

Stanley Kubrick's THE KILLING (1956)

 
Kicking off Kubrick week at A Bright Wall in a Dark Room is my essay about one of his first films, 1956's The Killing.  Please click through to read!

'Cuz if you want it, here's my heart...

Yes, that's an *N SYNC reference.  Because their 2000 album is probably my most-played ever, and shares a title with a perfectly cute romantic comedy which I saw this weekend, No Strings Attached, starring Natalie Portman and Ashton Kutcher.  Strange pairing, I know, but I'd like to repeat what a coworker told me, which is that she's doing a decent job so far of working her way through simulated sex scenes with cast members from That '70s Show.  Who's next, Tommy Chong?  Oh please let it be Tommy Chong.

When I first saw an ad for No Strings Attached a couple of months ago, I was blindsided, wondering what hip Natalie Portman of Paris, Je T'aime, The Professional, and Black Swan, was doing in a romcom with Ashton Kutcher (Just Married, What Happens in Vegas).  When I realized that this was the same movie as a script I read and loved in 2008, Liz Meriweather's Fuckbuddies, it felt much better.  And directed by Ivan Reitman, who's directed some classic '80s and '90s comedies, including a favorite of mine: Junior.  But still, this is an Ashton Kutcher romantic comedy, and movie tickets are expensive, so I was hesitant.  But throw in Mindy Kaling, and I'm in.

The movie is perfectly cute, and fairly honestly and reasonably portrays the realities of sex, dating, and relationships for young professionals.  Yes, the families are kookier than average, and the house of attractive doctors is extraordinarily fancy (do they not have student loans?), but I felt like I could see my friends engaging in some of the same situations as the movie's characters do.  That's what I loved so much about Meriweather's script, which was that it was written by a female contemporary, and reflected the real world we live in, and how we think, not how middle-aged men assume we do.  Admittedly, her script was much, much raunchier, and tinged with a little bit more of the neuro-atypical.

Greta Gerwig, Kevin Kline, Opehlia Lovibond, and Lake Bell turned in performances that I enjoyed probably more than Natalie's and Ashton's, and according to Wikipedia, it was Cary Elwes behind Dr. Metzner's beard!  I never would have known.  Perhaps a beard is the modern day mask, obscuring even the varying identities of, say, a Dread Pirate Roberts?  Mindy Kaling's role is regrettably small, and I am terrified that she is going to become the next Judy Greer, always the best friend, never the lead.  Somebody please find a great starring role for her.  She's pretty, she's funny, she can be crass - let's get this done.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Happy 2011!

Welcome back to yet another one of my returns from an unexplained blogging hiatus.  Between a new, more demanding job, thrice weekly Muay Thai sessions, and a holiday trip to Sydney, I have hardly had time to do laundry, let alone blog.  I'll work to carve out more time, though.

I've seen The King's Speech, Hereafter, and The Fighter, and I am finally going to watch Inception on BluRay tonight.  I've read The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, and have loaded the other two Larsson books onto my new Kindle, along with Infinite Jest, Water for Elephants, and The Hunger Games.  Over the holidays I read a new nonfiction book called Blue Ribbon Babies and Labors of Love, about the racial and social politics of adoption in America today.

Big Love is back on for its final season, and so far it's off to a better start than I thought it would be after the craziness of last season.  That said, it does make me miss TLC's Sister Wives.  I bought myself the Lord of the Rings trilogy on BluRay for Christmas, as well as seasons 1-3 of Mad Men.  Gotta love Amazon Gold Box deals.  So uh, yeah.  And Parks and Rec is back with a whimper, but I'll try to do a full Thursday night comedy rundown this week.

I've missed you, internet box where I type things I think!