Filed under: Arts, creativity, movies | Tags: Birdman, oscars 2015, Whiplash
Birdman (although I also loved the marmitey Under The Skin – not nominated)
Alejandro G. Iñárritu
Alejandro G. Iñárritu
Actor in a leading role
Actresss in a leading role
Grand Budapest Hotel
Only seen whiplash so can’t call this.
How to Train your Dragon 2
Interstellar (Hans Zimmer)
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If, as expected, Boyhood wins Best Motion Picture of the Year at the Oscars later this month it will be at the expense of better films.
It’s a low budget, ‘indie’ movie and has a strong feeling of the pet project about it, yet it’s risen to astonishing heights since its debut at the Sundance Film Festival last year.
And in an Oscar year where perhaps more than ever before the best movie nominations are dominated by arthouse films – Birdman, Whiplash, Grand Budapest Hotel, The Imitation Game and The Theory of Everything must all fall into that category – it’s the one that’s picking up the big prizes. (Golden Globes and BAFTAs are already in the bag.) But Birdman, Whiplash and Grand Budapest Hotel are all, for my money, vastly superior creations.
If you haven’t seen it, and that’s entirely possible because it came and went in the blink of an eye – not troubling the schedulers in your local multiplex, it’s a truly original piece of filmmaking. Shot over 12 years it tracks the growing up of five-year old Texan boy, Mason, right through to his High School graduation. Along the way his mother (played brilliantly and actually the real grit at the heart of this movie) by Patricia Arquette works her way through a series of unfortunate relationships and marriages. With a minimum of fuss the movie shows the whole family (Mason’s estranged father, Ethan Hawke, his mother and sister) visibly age on screen as they traverse all that life throws at them.
But the truth is it has divided its audience with many suggesting it’s actually just plain boring; lacking, as it does, any conventional sense of plot. I wouldn’t personally go that far as I found it absorbing, only outstaying its welcome inn the final reel, but it’s just not as good as its reputation.
Sure, it’s impossible to argue with the sheer ambition of making a movie over 12 years but once you’re into it it’s not THAT incredible. Mason, for a start is not developed as a character greatly and the only real ‘performances’ as such are from Patricia Arquette and Ethan Hawke who, to be fair, are both excellent.
But if I were giving out the Oscars I’m not sure this would even make the shortlist. For me it would be a straight shoot out between Birdman and Whiplash with Birdman just edging it for its sheer originality.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: birdsong, bombers, Lancaster bomber squadron in flight, lancaster bombers, nature, nightinglae singing, sound of Lancaster Bombers, sounds of war, wartime, WWII bombers
This was recorded in 1942. It’s a nightingale in full song whilst in the background a squadron of Lancaster Bombers heads off to drop their cargo somewhere.
A really extraordinary juxtaposition of sounds. It properly kicks in at about 2mins 30 secs.
Filed under: Arts, creativity, movies, music | Tags: Best Supporting actor at Oscars, Buddy Rich, Charlie Parker, Conservatoire, Drumming, jazz, Jazz Drumming, JK Simmons, Lincoln Centre Jazz Band, Miles Teller, oscars, Whiplash
As the end credits rolled I let out an uncontrollable cheer and burst into spontaneous applause.
It wasn’t a film festival premiere, it was a cold Saturday matinee in Edinburgh in early January.
But I had been emotionally unravelled. I’d been through the wringer and had come out the other end a whooping fan boy.
Exhausted, I staggered from the cinema gasping for breath. How on earth could a movie about a Jazz teacher and his drumming protege elicit such a visceral reaction? It’s hard to say why because on the surface (subject aside) there is little that’s fundamentally original about the movie’s structure. But what there is, is two absolutely gut-wrenching and enthralling performances that smash your emotions all over the cinema. Hits to the solar plexus are about the size of it.
The story concerns the relationship between a 19 year old drumming major in his first year at North America’s best music conservatory and his desire to succeed at almost any cost in carving out a springboard and a shop window for a future career as a ‘Lincoln Centre’ core member.
His tutor is, if anything, even more focused than he is, and certainly as unforgiving and intolerant of anything less than perfection as it’s possible to be.
The result is a fascinating emotional power struggle, shot through with manipulation by both protagonists.
Much has been said about JK Simmons’ barbaric performance as the tutor and Jazz Studio conductor who has expectations the height of Everest. But far less credit has been given to the equally powerful turn by his pupil played by Miles Teller. Simmons simply could not have achieved the heights he has without this perfect foil.
The film smoulders from the opening scene and aside from Simmons and Teller pretty much nothing else matters (other than Charlie Parker, Buddy Rich et al whose canon of work is electrifyingly brought to life by the Studio Jazz Band that Teller so wants, no needs, to join).
Much of it consists of boot camp scenarios where imperfections are punished again and again and again. It’s these scenes that create the unbearable tension. But punctuating these are the human side of it – like Teller’s inability to build any relationships at all, other than with his single father. Drumming is always more important. And not just drumming; but drumming fame.
Do not let the subject matter put you off.
Do not let the fact that this is a jazz infused hour and a half, much of it in performance put you off.
This really is a very special movie indeed and fully deserves a straight ten rating.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Charlie Hebdo, Google Glass, invasion of privacy, Privacy
Google Glass was always a pretty naff technology. I mean, look at it.
The video demo’s I’ve seen are actually embarrassing and a little bit of sick comes up when you watch someone proudly running it through its very limited paces.
The users look like failed extras in Minority Report or maybe The Matrix. (But perhaps they’d win a place in Doctor Who, c. 1979, or the original Star Trek – the TV Series).
But its downfall isn’t just technical ineptitude, or aesthetics.
It’s also about privacy invasion.
Walk into a bar with these dudes on and people think you’re the FBI, at best, or a hit man/burglar casing the joint.
It’s a case of function (or perhaps lack of it) over form and although it’s taken an eternity I think Google finally saw through the rose-tintedness and did the right thing.
More on invasion of privacy of a sort
On a tangentially related subject I’ve been keeping my mouth shut about the Charlie Hebdo killings, because it’s a very sensitive subject. But there’s an elephant in the room that is gradually being noted as the initial shock wears off. (Both Question Time and This Week touched on it last night, as did a report in this week’s Drum Magazine.)
Charlie Hebdo has (allegedly) been baiting the extremist fringe of the Muslim religion for some time; repeatedly running ‘sacrilegious’ cartoons. (I think the use of the word cartoon is a deliberate ploy here to downplay their seriousness.
The fact is these are not ‘cartoons’ these are satirical political statements (in illustrative form) and are intended to lampoon and demean this extremist faction.
Now, I have no real issue with that in a world of free speech – most religions deal with it on a daily basis and although for some (many?) it may cause (deep?) offence they have a mechanism for dealing with it and rising above it.
The vast majority of Muslims do too.
But this is no typical group of people. They are highly attuned to criticism and rather than ‘rising above and turning away from’ satire and criticism, as Mohammed preaches, they use it as an incitement to go to war.
They’ve set fire to Charlie Hebdo’s offices in the past as a warning and they’ve killed in Denmark.
But still Charlie Hebdo ploughed on. Regardless of the danger.
Some call this brave. Some call it foolhardy.
Whichever it is though, to constantly bait this extraordinarily aggressive and moral-free terrorist cell was to put Charlie Hebdo right in the firing line. (Even the founder said so yesterday).
And that had real and terrifying consequences.
The value of privacy
People value their private values. Whether that be a bar owner in Kansas who doesn’t want a computer nerd wandering around his space shouting commands to his spectacles or a deranged Muslim Fundamentalist looking to ‘protect his religion’ and seeking opportunities to put to use his extensive training.
And it’s all kind of scary.
Filed under: Arts, creativity, family, humour, music, musical trheatre, theatre | Tags: Anne Kendrick, disney, Emily Blunt, Fairy tales, into the woods, james cordon, meryl streep, musical theatre, sondheim
I must admit I approached this having only just survived Les Miserables a couple of years ago. As a result I feared the worst – not helped by the fact that the critics had not exactly been swooning over it. But these are film critics with a healthy disdain for other forms of entertainment such as theatre, and most especially musical theatre. The Sondheim purists have also had the knives out, but, hey, that’s like being harangued by a group of trainspotters.
The best advice I can give is; if you don’t like musical theatre stay well away. And if you’re a Musical Theatre purist you may have a few hackles up. All I can say to you is “get over it.”
If, like me, you love great musical theatre and great performances (on the whole) this will fill your heart with joy.
It’s no ordinary Disney movie either – a bit more adult themed and certainly no vacuous Little Mermaid fodder – but, nevertheless, it’s glorious entertainment from start to finish. (That said, the younger children in the audience became a bit restless.)
The two most obvious comparisons are Sondheim’s Sweeney Todd, starring Depp and Helena Bonham Carter. That’s a fine film, albeit neither Depp nor HBC are real singers.
The other is the aforementioned, ludicrously awful, Les Miserables. That film should have been put behind bars and the keys thrown away for crimes against music.
On both fronts Into The Woods walks away with all the prizes.
It’s a glorious romp, pulling together the stories of Cinderella, Jack and the Beanstalk, Rapunzel and Little Red Riding Hood into a completely new construct that pulls together the threads of what stands for goodness and badness in the land of fairy tale.
Wrapping it all together is the quest that a Baker (James Cordon; solid) and his wife (Emily Blunt; outstanding) go on at the behest of their neighbour, a witch, played show-stealingly by Meryl Streep. Depp’s cameo as the Wolf is passable.
The story cracks along at a furious pace for around an hour but slows somewhat in Act 2, nevertheless it’s an engaging and heartwarming tale underpinned by Sondheim’s astonishing score and hilarious and very clever lyrics. It’s given great respect and delivered extremely well throughout by a great ensemble cast.
Another show stealer is the Princes’ performance of ‘Agony’ that’s hilariously OTT, as it should be. And Frances De La Tour as the Giant’s wife raises many a chuckle.
It’s not absolutely true to the stage play (Disney sensitivities has softened some of its more adult themes) but Sondheim was engaged to write around this and the result does not spoil the story – although purists will argue this point.
In all, it’s not as challenging as the stage production and it seems to be undecided as to who its audience is – it’s quite surprising that Disney bought the rites given the above.
That said it’s a hugely enjoying distraction and two hours of wonderful escapism.