Posts Tagged ‘Comedy’

  • More Casting for Mike Judge’s Extract

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    Mila KunisThe discussion of Mike Judge’s last film Idiocracy, pops up fairly regularly around here as it did in the recent discussion of Wall·E (our review). I didn’t find Idiocracy to be a great film but it was fun to watch once, even if if didn’t work for me. That doesn’t mean I’ve given up on Judge. He brought us one of my favourite comedies not to mention a TV show that constantly makes me laugh. I’m more than willing to give him a second chance, especially when it includes Jason Bateman.

    A few months back it was announced that Judge would be returning to the life of the average worker with Extract, a comedy about the personal and professional problems endured by the owner of a flower-extract plant. At the time, it was also announced that Jason Bateman had joined the cast, presumably in the title role.

    According to Joblo, the project has added a few more cast members. SNL’s Kristen Wiig will play Bateman’s wife while Mila Kunis will play a plant worker that has an affair with Bateman. I haven’t seen too much of Wiig so I can’t comment on whether she’s funny but I’ve been impressed with Kunis’ performances, both in and in small rolls outside of That 70s Show and she’s, so far, proven to be more than just a pretty face. The true test will be her performance in the upcoming Max Payne.

    We’ll have to wait to see if Judge can pull himself up from the flop of Idiocracy but I have faith and so far, things look to be shaping up nicely.

  • Review: Je Ne Sais Quoi

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    Je Ne Sais Quoi poster by Keegan Wenkman

    Director: John Koch
    Writers: John Koch
    Starring: Dave Andrae, Victoria Nohl
    MPAA Rating: NR
    Running time: approx. 90 min


    In the midst of summer blockbuster season, it’s nice to head in the direction of the “dustier” corners of the city and find cinema that is of the slightly more independent fare. Or in the case of Je Ne Sais Quoi, extremely independent fare. It’s quite a treat to get away from the lowest common denominator crowds at the multi-plex and take in some true art that’s not only enjoyable, but also inspirational for its heart and indie spirit.

    I have to admit right off the bat for being a bit biased towards this film. It is shot entirely on location in my home city of Minneapolis and the fact that the cast and crew are also natives of Minneapolis of course raises my brows maybe more than the next guy. Still, one must look at a film objectively as possible and gauge it on its merits, not necessarily how close it sits to your heart. And I have to say, Je Ne Sais Quoi works really well throughout most of its running time. It’s got some hints of technical problems and first time screenwriter-itis, but all in all most enjoyable and funny.
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  • Review: Young People Fucking

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    Young People Fucking is such a distinctly Canadian film that I do not even think the SCTV players, in their early 1980s prime could make a parody out of this one. They’ve perhaps got the wrong title though. I would like to nominate “An Inconvenient Fuck” mainly due to the fact that Aaron Abrams and Martin Gero‘s film plays like a filmed Power-Point presentation. This wasn’t so much directed as it was assembled from familiar fonts and clip art. That is not to say that the film is not funny, or offer an insight or three about the funk that couples find a way to get themselves into whether they are married, exes, or on a first date. I found myself laughing away and uncomfortable in certain parts and enjoyed my way through it. But in hindsight, I’m not sure if I want my films to play like a Meyer-Briggs test for what ‘Quadrant’ I fit into. There are plenty of junk chain-emails to do that already.

    The story is simple in that there isn’t a story. There are 4 couples (The Friends, The Exes, The Couple, The First Date) and a threesome (The Roommates) who over the course of a few hours get from (i.) Prelude to (vi.) Afterglow. Each couple (and a threesome) gets a single scene for each ‘stage’ of sex. Exposition and background are not that necessary because the characters are all cliches in one way or another. The production design of their apartments tells as much about them as the elements that can be gleaned by listening to them talk. The movie (according to the website) is aiming to say that each of the characters discover “that sex isn’t always simple.”

    Duh.

    I can’t think of a statement more obvious than that. Even if I try. It’s proven before you even start. Now some may say that a movie isn’t what it is about, but how it is about it. And here is where thinks get fairly quaint and politically correct, and the ending is ‘happy’ in its own way, although I don’t believe it earns it. I wish I had these peoples problems that can oh so conveniently settled over an evening of dysfunctional nookie.

    I’ll take the politics and toe-tapping outrageousness of Shortbus or the nasty cynicism of Neil LaBute‘s Your Friends and Neighbors, heck, even the rough and raw earnestness of The Butler BrothersConfusions of an Unmarried Couple over the eager-beaver YPF. Yes, I get it – it is supposed to be a straight up foibles comedy aimed at adults sick of seeing stuff like American Pie pass off as a ‘sex comedy.’ But does YPF really offer anything beyond a slightly-more-advanced sit-com? 2 Days in Paris and High Fidelity – Hell, even the worst offender, Clerks. – overcome their respective sitcom moments to offer something constructive or cathartic between laughs. I am suspicious if YPF ever adds up to anything more than the filmmakers being able to write a highly competent screen play, populate it with very attractive and adequate actors, and throw out something as glossy and plastic as this. I want my sex intimate, maybe a bit dangerous and above all, as it always is: Messy. The closest the film ever comes to this is the confusion of The Exes as to where they now stand on a one night stand. Not co-incidentally this is the strongest segment of the bunch and the one with the least pat summation.

    Perhaps I expect too much from my comedies, but the great ones find a way to have things only a hairs breath from tragedy. Comedy and tragedy are Yin and Yang are they not? Isn’t that why so many comedians (Candy, Carrey, Murray, Lemmon to name a few) turn out to be great straight actors.

    The clever placement of sheets and warmly lit smooth skin indeed gives this the feeling of an office application and not a movie. A financial report that leaves out all the bad news with snappy graphs and bright animations. And in the moralizing department, I think Young People Fucking is at the the level of Dr. Phil, not Dr. Ruth.

  • Johnnie To’s Umbrellas of Cherbourg: The Sparrow. Trailer

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    SparrowIn a bit of co-incident timing, John’s recent Screen Shot Quiz #50, threw some pretty solid love towards current Hong Kong cinema great, Johnnie To. We are big fans around here of his Gangster, Guns, and Knives (and more Guns) cinema that has taken the John Woo aesthetic to the next level whilst nevertheless having To’s unique stamp on things (That opening shot of Breaking News? Wow. The Spaghetti Western framings of Exiled? To Die For. The scope and depth of Election 1&2? Marvelous.)

    To’s early career is littered with strange comedies and other digressions from his mainstay cop/gangster stuff, the recent Mad Detective even mashed up the violence and police work in strange and novel ways. But Sparrow is a really big change for the man. I’m getting 1960s French cinema vibe (Foux Du Fafa) with flavourings of Alfred Hitchcock or Stanley Donen (well, if any of those guys put a machete in there). This is a delightful trailer that I really, really hope the film lives up to. Rumblings were muted out of Berlin when it played. Simon Yam is always a treat, and does that guy ever stop working? oi!

  • Finite Focus: Once Upon a Time in The Suburbs (The ‘Burbs)

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    theburbs-onesheetMuch like the underrated (but culty) Joe Vs. The Volcano (Finite Focus here), this late 1980s Tom Hanks comedy is, for what it aims to be, a perfect film. Perhaps labeling it a Tom Hanks vehicle is a complete misunderstanding however, it after all is from one of the great referential yet original filmmakers (move over The Coens and Quentin Tarantino): Joe Dante. Because comedy tends not to get people as fired up as hard hitting drama, Joe Dante‘s resume tends to be overlooked as one of the superb modern re-purposers of cinema. The ‘Burbs is his comedy remake of Alfred Hitchcock‘s Rear Window (much as Piranha is to Jaws, and Matinee is to cold-war B-science fiction and William Castle pictures of the 1950s) where it is not a mere simple use of the concept, but rather an organic and comedic entity unto itslef.

    Joe Dante and writer Dana Olsen throw everything into the film which reaches between The Twilight Zone, Patton, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2!) and I Love Lucy. In fact, this brilliant sequence goes out of its way to be a Spaghetti Western vignette slowly devolving into slapstick comedy, before ending up pure deadpan. Ray (played by all around every-man and/or the Jimmy Stewart of the 1980s and 1990s: Tom Hanks) and his boorish neighbor Art (stand-up comic Rick Ducommun) work up the nerve to talk to their eccentric neighbors shortly after spotting one of them picking up a newspaper of their porch a month after they’ve moved into the ‘normal’ cul-de-sac in the suburbs of Chicago. The two of them working up the courage is predicated upon Ray’s voyeurism (the key theme here). The stakes are higher than simple curiosity thought, specifically for Ray to not be embarrassed in front of his son. The look upon Rays son’s face after the ensuing fiasco is indeed a priceless one.

    Things are played out with a brilliant Ennio Morricone soundtrack piece (the music itself from a Spaghetti Western parody film, the Terrance Hill and Henry Fonda starring My Name is Nobody). Visually things are drawing from the Sergio Leone styled close ups and the great opening from Once Upon a Time in the West. The camera uses an awkward yet anticipatory build-up to the confrontation by zooming in on the squinting eyes of each of the neighbors spying on the proceedings. The capper being a zoom in on the local toy-poodle – which incidentally can squint like Clint. I am not normally a fan of animal reaction shots for cheap laughs, but this one is earned in valid and amusing fashion.

    Gliding smoothly into a goofy haunted house set-piece, something The ‘Burbs always threatens to become, (but has so much else going for it in terms of comedic timing and, yes, social commentary on the human existence (however blunt) that it never is simply that), the number on the house flips ominously from 669 to 666 on the first knock, before releasing the bees in a sweet homage to The Exorcist. In the blink of an eye things now flip to an over-the-top physical comedy piece involving Ray and Art clawing off the bugs while their militant neighbor Mark Rumsfield (Bruce Dern in brilliant self-parody mode who gets a character name that has to be riffing off of the previous Secretary of Defense, a well know political figure, even in 1988 when The ‘Burbs was made) encounters a slippery lawn and a hose-too-short. The look on his face when he reminisces on his Vietnam tour of duty is sublime and while Corey Feldman hams it up (he is sort of the stories narrator and colour commentary), Art spits out a last bee to bring the entire sequence of failed manhood to a perfect close.

    Reflecting on the detail of this movie, how objects and soundbytes in the background keep coming to the foreground (nowhere more obvious than a dream sequence later on in the film) that The ‘Burbs is a kissing cousin to the Coen Brother‘s The Big Lebowski. The rewatch value is incredibly high (just look at how this film has remained a Sunday afternoon staple on network and cable channels for almost 20 years) due to the meticulous care injected into every minute detail of the film. The ‘Burbs is a stoner comedy classic (it just so happens that nobody (outside of perhaps Nicky Katt in a tiny cameo) happens to smoke weed in the film) that deserves a bigger cult following that it has.

  • Review: Confusions of an Unmarried Couple

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    confusions_unmarried_coupleI must admit that over the first few moments of Confusions of an Unmarried Couple I was getting a strong whiff of it simply being a wannabe Clerks. There is the lead male character awakening in a state of funk before going about his routine, chapter dividing titlecards (here Polaroids) and a very basic static camera style in limited locations emphasizing verbose characters cleverly hashing words with dodgy acting ability. All of this has an implicit sense that there is an audience watching the performances of talky, talky, talky boy-girl sparring. The Butler Brothers can put Kevin Smith to shame in terms of frugal budgeting (Confusions cost a reported $500 to make, and is a Canadian indie production in the truest sense of the word: no government funding). But then a miraculous thing happened; their film rapidly rose out of this reviewers snap assumptions. The kind of a hybrid of faux documentary, fly-on-the-wall self-confession yields a satisfying result – amidst all the obvious artifice arises some pretty damning and hilarious truths on the human condition. It may be cheap looking, ugly-duckling and occasionally stilted, aesthetics-wise, but this dovetails nicely into the subject matter: The awkward post-break-up confrontation.

    Dan (played by co-director Brett Butler) has been working up the nerve to confront his fiancee after they had a severe falling out. Crashing at his brothers (?) place and subsisting on a steady diet of beer he has been ticking off the calender dates and making a list of his stuff that he wants to reacquire from his ex (a short but diverse one consisting of his wedding ring, Pretty in Pink LP and Great Porn Tape #3 amongst other things). His brother seems to delight in filming Dan in his misery, and apparently has taken video-diaries of Dan and Lisa thoughts on each other at some point. These candid to-camera monologues are intercut throughout the story which consists of a single-afternoon encounter between the formerly engaged couple.

    This incredibly simple set-up is staged in such a way that it feels in part like the tradition of Canadian mockumentary such as Fubar and Trailer Park Boys (and indeed Dan’s fashion sense could put him in either the Alberta or Nova Scotia locales of those two works, despite the film being anonymously set in Toronto). It only tips its hat once in a fourth wall break that this is the case. The bulk of the film plays out far more like a Richard Linklater or Neil LaBute expletive-laden evaluation of gender politics and personal hang-ups. The picture even has a nice suspense hook. It is always up in the air whether Dan is there to a) pick up his stuff. b) get back together c) break up for good (he walked out without a word on their initial severing) or d) simply just get another lay. Lisa (Naomi Johnson whose voice cracks in the same charming manner as Scarlet Johannson but is (sadly for the film) inconsistent in performance – her acting is terrible during the argument parts yet encaptivating in the confessional diaries) is no push-over here, calling Dan on his self-absorbed bullshit, even as she stews in her own insecure juices. Confusions of an Unmarried Couple focuses its evaluation not so much on the details of the break-up or who was cheating on whom and when and where (although much of these details do drop over the confrontation), but rather the hang-ups, motivations (the why) and social awkwardness of how the whole mess can move forward.

    Certainly a picture to be watched with a significant other (the closing credits disclaimer aptly reads ‘Similarities with these characters to people real or fictional, is strictly coincidence…but don’t be too disturbed if you can relate to these characters’) because it will likely add a beautiful layer of meta to the proceedings. Each gender (in most cases) is bound to lay aspects of their partner over one of two conflicting parties and yay or nay evaluations of Dan and Lisa’s argument stratagems and sallying points. Few romantic comedies ever function as a such a concise litmus test in manner. Furthermore, for any couples considering a threesome, Confusions has the sharpest breakdown of the benefits and drawbacks of bringing a third person into the mix. I cannot think of a film since High Fidelitythat delightfully de-glamourizes the thin line between comfort and discomfort that exists in an ongoing non-marriage relationship; well at least one well past the courtship phase.

    In the end, in a distinctly unromantic rom-com fashion, the 70 minutes or so spent with Dan and Lisa bickering, confessing, and emotionally jousting for their relationship and for the viewer is a refreshingly awarding experience which defies expectations in all the right ways. After Steven Soderbergh‘s Sex, Lies and Videotape confessionals, the lion-share of reality TV, heck the Uma Thurman/John Travolta cut-scene from Pulp Fiction and if you’ll indulge me even more of a stretch, the glut of recent ‘found-footage’ sci-fi and horror films, there is a temptation to declare this type of conscious video-gazing dead. But The Butler Brothers‘ brew (if Spike Lee can have Joints, these guys can have Brews, and besides, judging from the various bottles on display in the intertitle-cards, they have good taste in the lager department) makes a strong case for me to stop ignoring the growing mumblecore movement and dive in headfirst.

    Note: Uber-indie Confusions of an Unmarried Couple is the closing film of the RealHeART International Film Festival in Toronto June 16-21, 2008.

  • Review: The Signal

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    The Signal - CaptionedOut of Atlanta comes an independent ‘rage’-styled zombie film by way of the anthology film. The Signal unfolds in three ‘transmissions’ from three different writer/directors telling a continuous story with the same characters. An unexplained signal takes over the television, land and cellular phone systems which incites either extreme confusion or murderous rage (or both) into most of the population. While society tears itself apart the film initially follows Mya, a woman having an affair on her overbearing husband Lewis, who becomes the focus of the second part, with sensitive romantic Ben, the subject of the final transmission. There is nothing quite like the end of the world to bring a few people together and them tear them apart.

    The film gives nods to classic zombie fare such as Night of the Living Dead (Lewis’ friend Rod is somewhat of a stand in for Night of the Living Deads resourceful Ben in a mini-vignette in the film which is sure to spawn the insider catchphrase “Do you have the Crazy?”) as well as more modern ones including 28 Days Later and Shaun of the Dead, all the while borrowing a page out of the J-horror handbook (technology as the transmitter of evil) without ever coming off like a remake. The Signals greatest strength is that it remains resolutely experimental and thoroughly unpredictable. This is helped in large order by the two abrupt shifts in tone as a new writer director picks up the story in thirty minutes increments. The first part is shot aggressively hand-held and serves up intensity and immediacy with only a subtle nudge of humour. The second part is farcical (and may be the breaking point for those really caught up in the first chapter) and soaked in splatter comedy set pieces that show a real gift for comedic timing. The third part gets all psychological, conspiratorial, and (no joke) features a tinfoil hat. While the finale is easily weakest of the three chapters (a curious phenomenon in trilogies), it nonetheless allows actor Justin Wellborn to strut his acting stuff oscillating between sensitive, incredulousness and controlled rage seamlessly.

    The Signal pushes well past expectations coming from a modest budget (although they wisely keep the scope of the film very tiny) and features some surprisingly good acting. In the case of the middle chapter there is a very precise sense comic timing. Perhaps a complaint with this film is that by its own internal logic, the filmmakers have written themselves a blank ticket to get away with whatever they want. To state this more clearly, the filmmakers thoroughly delight in screwing with their audience, both in perception and expectation. Whether this is to be considered a stroke of brilliance or full fledge cop-out will likely make or break your experience. Throwing flashbacks, double-fakes and other structural trickery into the equation while remaining a skin-deep entertainment, it demands that the audience stay on its toes. The Signal comes with a wholehearted recommendation from these quarters. It’s a bombastic good time at the movies, especially for aficionados of the genre who take some form of pleasure in playing ‘spot the reference.’

  • Finite Focus: I kick Arse for the Lord! (Braindead)

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    Dead Alive One SheetPeter Jackson will likely be forever known as the man who spearheaded the effort to bring J.R.R. Tolkien‘s Middle Earth at a state-of-the-art epic scale. Fine, fair enough. The Lord of the Rings trilogy has its strengths and weaknesses, curiously enough, it was a trilogy of diminishing returns, the films seemed to get more repetitive as they went along as if the director’s ‘spontaneousness’ was constrained by the increasing scope of the source material.

    If I were being completely honest with myself, I would have to say that I enjoy the New Zealander pre-Rings where he had the free reign to be at his most incorrigible: The prankster mock-doc Forgotten Silver, the matron-murdering girlfriends drama Heavenly Creatures (which incidentally launched Kate Winslet‘s career), the foul-and-filthy-Muppets flick Meet the Feebles (there are nearly half a dozen jaw-dropping moments in what Jackson gets away with here) and this film, Braindead, known in North America as Dead Alive.

    God bless wikipedia. Whoever wrote up the description for Braindead had an nice insight that I’d never noticed about the film. In a conventional zombie flick, the heros endeavor to keep the zombies out of their sanctuary (shopping mall, cottage, house, military base), yet Lionel Cosgrove, our sensitive hero, aims to keep the zombies contained in his house while aiming for normalcy to the outside world. When you think about it, since Dead Alive is a comedy first, everything else second, it allows for one of the most effective elements of comedy, namely social embarrassment and loss of face. Peter Jackson takes this to gargantuan heights, including often, literally loss of face. The last 25 minutes of this film has yet to be topped in the splatter-comedy subgenre. Braindead remains the undisputed benchmark after nearly a decade and a half, even if it takes some of its cues from Sam Raimi‘s Evil Dead flicks. Jackson goes from Raimi‘s injection of The Three Stooges to zombie sex (and procreation), underground Nazi doctors and machete wielding Skull Island natives.

    The scene included below is most definitely not aiming for subtlety! It is (debateably) the first point in the movie where things really start going crazy. The nice catholic minister who performed the (botched) funeral of Lionel’s mother notices a disturbance in the cemetery as Lionel attempts to deal with a few of the local punks who have been zombified. Throwing off his night robe, the minister breaks out the kung-fu in a loving tribute to The Shaw Brothers and Monty Python. It is this type of sheer silly glee that Jackson seems to have grown out of, and to be perfectly honest, I really miss it. Who says auteurs have to grow up?

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