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Film Review: Mission X

Monday, December 28th, 2009

Film Review: David Baker’s “Mission X” now available on DVD.

David and I swapped DVD’s over the holiday. I sent him a homespun copy of Broken Hearts Club and he sent me his professionally designed DVD copy of Mission X. I’d seen trailers of  Mission X on Twitter and on David’s official website for the film — http://www.missionx.co.uk/ — and I’ve been interested in the film for a long time.

The film did not disappoint.

Mission X plays like a carefully crafted docudrama with elements of a reality series, things that bode well for the film. In short, it feels real, like the viewer is participating in the action as it happens.

In Mission X, Grant, a naive film school student lands the perfect assignment: he’s allowed to interview mercenary cum patriotic terrorist, Ryan (David Baker). Any film school student would kill for a chance for such a scoop, but Grant soon learns that Ryan is in the midst of gearing up for a full blown attack — a possible suicide mission for all involved.

The film is perfectly cast from top to bottom, with the characters Grant, Ryan, Mad Dog and John leading the way. The crew Ryan assembles  is scary. Real world scary, not like the cardboard cutouts we see in most studio films. They are edgy, unpredictable and when armed — scarily capable of doing tremendous damage. More than once I said to myself, I’d hate to meet these folks in real life.

Mission X is a low budget (or no budget) film, but it embraces that with pride, giving us gritty images and manhandling traditional documentary styles for the sake of drama and dynamic cinematography. However, David manages a to provide the viewer with a balanced mix of shaky cam and standard close, medium and establishing shots. This mix works because when the camera moves it creates tension — anxiety — and the build-up to the climax is satisfying.

Shot on location will enough stolen exterior shots to make a guerrilla indie filmmaker cry with jealousy, Mission X also has a fair amount of art direction. One scene in particular, the blue room, was cinematically gorgeous and haunting. I stopped the film more than once trying to figure out how I could emulate the outdoor AK-47 gun battles without getting stopped by the local police here in Los Angeles.

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Most imporantly, Mission X works because of the performances. David Baker’s Ryan is engaging, intense, unpredictable and charming. He mesmerizes Grant with dizzying platitudes about life, justice and honor — while assembling a devastating mini army. Like Grant, the viewer almost forgets that we are watching a deadly mission unfold. David is a force on screen, and as a filmmaker myself it’s nice to see him balance a strong performance with solid film direction.

One of the last tweets I received from David when I mentioned that I received his DVD was, “Cool! I hope you understand the accents man. Cheers.” To that point it took me 9 minutes to fully assimilate the strong Scottish accents, to the point when I no longer had to rewind to catch a phrase I didn’t understand. I thought it was particularly humorous that I understood most of the other characters more than I did David — and he and I tweet back and forth all the time. But as with similar films like, Scratch and  Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, once you’re drawn into the film the comprehension comes. To me it’s part of the joy of watching a foreign film, per se.

Mission X also serves notice: This is what you can do with less money if you plan carefully and use smart strategy to get what you need.   I enjoyed the scenes in the Hummer because they are essentially exterior shots reaping the benefits of dynamic backgrounds and you don’t need a city film permit. Mission X is definitely a how to movie that many indie filmmakers can learn from.

Well done.

Film Review: Ink

Saturday, November 14th, 2009


It’s 1AM in the morning and I’m sleepy, but I wanted to write a film review on Jamin Winans’ INK while it was still fresh in my head.

Earlier today a my UK Twitter friend @IndieMoviemaker posted a tweet about post on the Double Edge Films blog. I read the post, read the comments and immediately added my own two cents. The blog in question was entitled A 360 Degree View of Internet Piracy and the impetus for the blog seemed to be the madcap bittorrent download of INK to the tune of 500,000 downloads, skyrocketing the film to #16 on IMDB. The comments and responses were educational and you would do well to take a look at the blog. It’s a good read.

Scan ahead several hours. It’s quiet at home. The kids are asleep or in their room watching Ice Age 3. My wife hits the rack and I’m left up alone. I should get my ass in bed but instead I remember the blog about INK. More importantly, I remember it’s on Netflix.

Thirty minutes later I’m 28 minutes into the film and I’m sitting at my kitchen table watching my laptop, excited like a little kid. In short, I loved INK. Loved it. It was entertaining, visually stunning, has a well-crafted emotionally wrenching story — and the performances and martial arts sequences are phenomenal, authentic and believable.  INK reminded me of the surreal feel of Donnie Darko and Southland Tales — and it looked just as sharp and creative with about 1/1000th the budget. I think someone from Fangoria magazine called the film, “Poetic.” Trust me, that’s an understatement.


Cinematically, the manner in which the parallel story lines and parallel universes weave in and out of each other was perfection –  and signals a virtuoso performance by the director, editor and cinematographer.

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Jessica Duffy

The actors were the kind of actors we indie directors dream of finding for our low budget film projects. Jessica Duffy as Liev was remarkable. Her performance was stunning and powerful in the best understated way. She has a gorgeous face and the appeal of a classic Hollywood beauty ( in this way she reminds me of Charlize Theron). Yeah, I might have a wee bit  of a director crush on her.

And someone please tell me where the hell did the producers find Quinn Hunchar who played Emma? She’s cute. Charming. Bold. Unafraid of taking chances with her performance decisions. Ms. Dakota Fanning? It’s a good thing you’re getting older because Quinn would be kicking your ass right about now.

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Chris Kelly

Chris Kelly was phenomenally hateful and inspiring as John – and I mean that in a good way. I hated his ass at first, then I found myself rooting for him with vigor and screaming at him like a coach would do to his star player.

Two things happen to me when I watch a film. These things distinctly tell me whether I am fond of the film or if I hate it, or if I am putting up with it. The key for me is the  feeling that happens around the 45-minute mark. Around that time I know the film is gearing up for its ending. It’s inevitable. But at that 45-minute mark, if I find myself wishing that the film never ends, or more accurately, if I feel as though I can watch the story unfold all day — literally — I know I’ve found a keeper. This feeling happened to me when I watched J.J. Abrams’ reboot of Star Trek. It happened to me as I watched INK.

In fact the feeling was so powerful that I went to the INK website and donated money. There was a link to donate cash for all the folks who downloaded (read: pirated) INK this week. Perhaps my little donation covered one or two Internet pirates.

Next up is the INK Deluxe Bundle, which includes a signed DVD, T-shirt, and a movie poster. Yeah, I get to have those cool-ass glowing eyes looking at me as I work on my next film.

Buy the film, rent it or donate to the producers today. If everyone who downloaded the film paid just $1 the filmmakers would be grateful — and they’d be working on the next film.

Trust me. Do it today. Right now. http://www.doubleedgefilms.com/


PUSH Couldn’t Move Me

Wednesday, August 5th, 2009

I rented PUSH the other day. This is the film about the good and bad guys with psychic powers. The guys are able to push peeple around literally, push thoughts into another’s mind, glimpse the future, and push sonic waves into brains to turn gray matter into oatmeal. The premise was excellent. The casting was adequate. But the execution was flawed.

Maybe it was the marketing. I was expecting a sci-fi action thriller with lots of action. It came off more like a neo-thriller, focusing on [bad] musical interludes that were supposed to intrigue and entice, yet only served to annoy. I can see the filmmakers now screaming with terror, “Let’s try this, no let’s try that, no this” and nothing worked as planned. Something went off-key and never got back on track. But such is the life with studio films and executives and producers who want to season the pot wth their fingertips just so they can say, “Yeah. I made that.”

I’ve been a fan of Chris Evans ever since Cellular, which was a spectacular little film. When the right film comes along he’s going to ignite and explode into superstardom…if he wants that. Dakota Fanning has more talent in her little finger than most actors twice her age, but she and Camilla Belle were underused. Djimon Hounsou does well as the beautifully dark-skinned nemesis, but he’s too talented for roles like this — or he needs to learn from folks like Alan Rickman and Anthony Hopkins how to turn a bad guy into an iconic figure.

In short, the film missed the mark. Or — and this came to me while watching it — maybe it hit the mark and sparked just enough interest to become a sci-fi TV series.

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Film Review: The Dabbler (#2wkfilm)

Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009

The Dabbler - A Reid Gershbein Film

The Dabbler - A Reid Gershbein Film

Reid Gershbein’s arthouse indie film, The Dabbler, begs the question, “What would you do and what would you care about if everything in the word was suddenly broken?”

Set in a world of economic stress, sexual freedom, unattained goals, The Dabbler gives us a meandering look at the disillusionment that often accompanies life in these United States. It’s cause & effect. Through one character we see self-pitying defensiveness when he’s pressured to identify and commit to his goals. We’re introduced to a woman whose life has more meaning when she’s surrounded and “intimately touched” by complete strangers. And we see a man who’s life has become a ticking time-bomb of  stress, so much so that he enlists help from a mysterious magical box for relief.

As I watched the film I honestly felt like I was peering through the window to Reid’s soul. I quickly recognized his laid-back influence as the film takes a very subtle approach in addressing the cataclysmic breaking of the world. In an age where people freak-out at the slightest inconvenience it’s interesting to watch a film where the characters react in almost a ho-hum way to a world with no power, no lights, no electricity, and no Blackberrys. Truthfully, we’re not given much to react to either, as the lack of power is so lightly touched on that it’s barely a subplot. The main story lies with the characters and how having their phones, electricity etc, taken away forces each to confront their own existence.

I had the privilege of watching the film full screen 1280 x 720 and I had to consider that the “shaky cam” might be a bit jarring or simply too much if I were to watch on a smaller screen. That said, the photography is beautiful (as usual) and Reid has chosen charming locations that reek of character and history.

Cheryl Fidelman’s character was the most prolific, intuitive, introspective and even annoying at times. Fortunately I catch on quickly and I carefuuly watched her character grow in the film; growth that reached a climactic crescendo during a spoken word sequence where she proclaims, “…the funniest thing about us is that we think we have all this time… instead of embracing the magic that’s here…right now.“ 

Whoop! There it is. A call to action to embrace the here and now; to choose to find joy in the present day instead of putting off happiness until you get that new car, new home, new phone, new lover, new job, new life… new you. So lightly touched on I found myself wondering if enough people who watched the film would get it. Then I thought, even if only one or two get it, that’s all a filmmaker could ask for.

The shortest distance between any two points is a straight line…and Reid avoids that straight line like the plague. Instead, he takes us on a journey through conversation, epic landscapes and wandering thoughts. Finding the meaning behind the meaning requires skill, or at the very least, focus. But as the theme of the film suggests, the joy isn’t in reaching the destination, it is in the journey.

The Dabbler is available to all under the Creative Common’s license. Watch and/or download it here.

Film Review: UP (Pixar)

Saturday, May 30th, 2009

 

UP (Pixar)

UP (Pixar)

In its ten feature films to day, Pixar has been offering a clinic on how to make a feature film. Humor, emotion and damn good storytelling are the keys to success. UP  is a good film that I’m sure will be enjoyed by children, both young and old.  The folks at Pixar have fine-tuned the art of appealing to the child within all of us, while still tugging assertively on the heartstrings of compassion.

I saw the 3D version of UP today with my wife Kathy and out children, Israel, Cimone, Zachary and little Imara. We chose to pay a little extra to watch the 3D version thinking we’d hold on to the glasses to watch the DVD of Journey to the Center of the Earth with real glasses instead of the paper 3D glasses that came with the retail DVD. I watched UP; I laughed. I laughed out loud. I got weepy eyes. I cheered. I had a good time.

UP (Pixar)

UP (Pixar)

After watching WALL-E last year I was in awe of Pixar’s ability to illicit laughing-out-loud without uttering a word of dialog. In UP a similar technique was employed  during a 40+ year montage sequence that had just about everyone in the theater sadly cooing with pronounced awwwws and ohhhhhhs. In mere minutes, we follow a young boy and girl through their unified exuberance over wilderness adventures to their adult lives and beyond. This is true storytelling where the message (moral: what’s really important in life) is beautifully woven in that doesn’t have much chance for tongue-in-cheek analysis of the fantasy.

I was captivated by the humor, the humanity, the irony and the conflict. Even the use of voices for the film were dead-on. Up is worth the wait and worth the money. I can only wonder what Pixar is up to now, but whatever it is, they will surely continue onward and upward.

Film Review: “Here. My Explosion…”

Friday, May 29th, 2009

 

Here. My Explosion...

Here. My Explosion...

When Reid Gershbein twittered (@thraveboy) about posting his film, Here. My Explosion… online I was excited. Weeks earlier, Reid and I had collaborated with several others on a Twitter-based roundtable discussion about DIY distribution for indie filmmakers. My truncated take on Reid’s essay was this: make a film, show it for free, let people pay you what they want. Now, here he was, putting his film where his mouth was. I was impressed with the action. Lots of folks talk about doing something. Very few actually do something.

Reid incorporated a funny sales pitch (if you will) with his film, offering “nothing for something” to all. What’s the nothing? Air. Bonafide, where-ever-you-live air.  If you liked the film and wanted to contribute to the actor’s personal fund, you can show your appreciation and receive good ole air for the price of $1. Call me big spender: I bought $2 worth of Los Angeles air before I ever saw one frame of the movie. Us indie filmmakers gotta stick together (and it’s 1/5 the price of a movie ticket!).

Whenever I watch a film I must tame my natural tendencies. I am a huge fan of the three-act structure; I look for it and expect it when I sit down to watch a film. However, when I watch an art film I curb that desire to look for specific plot points and try to leave myself open to experience everything and anything the filmmaker had in mind. I took that position with Here. My Explosion… and it worked well. 

I liked the film. It was beautifully and artfully shot with what I expect was a nominal production budget. The locations and art design were glorious, the San Francisco scenery puts everything in LA to shame and the performances were laid back enough to convey what I believe is the general mood of the film: chillaxing.

The first twenty minutes reminded me of something I heard in screenwriting class: the time to slowly explore your characters and story is in the beginning because that’s when you have the time. In other words, if you want to delay your pay-offs or let the story evolve at a slower pace, do it in the beginning, when it’s expected. Here. My Explosion… follows that format in letting us get involved in the characters’ lives — from a fly on the wall perspective — after setting up an interesting plot point with the main character and her coffee cup. The story shifts from that plot point but leaves adequate clues that there is something mysterious, or even magical, left to happen with said coffee cup.

Reid adheres to a very deliberate and nonchalant speed in his storytelling. If you are expecting flash and bang, or generic indie drama, it doesn’t happen.  One could say this works in the film’s favor;  I was left hanging over my laptop furious at times with the characters about their lackadaisical response to the surreal events. I guess you can say I was engaged, forcibly so by Reid’s clever employment of indifference in some scenes.

The film includes additional, yet subtle themes of freedom, capitalism, escapism and unrequited love. There was even a point where the neanderthal man in me responded to a misdirection and eagerly looked forward to seeing Sera and Tegan kiss. 

I didn’t necessarily like all the characters, but enough of them were interesting enough to warrant the time investment to see their stories play out. In the end, I sat for 75 minutes to watch the film on my computer. And as I understand it, I am not alone. According to the most recent tweet I am aware of, over 14,000 people have watched Here. My Explosion… online. That’s a helluva lot of free air.

Watch the film here 

Download the film here

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Film Review: JCVD

Thursday, May 28th, 2009

 

JCVD

JCVD

If you’ve never watched a Jean-Claude Van Damme movie, if’ you’ve never cheered, laughed, ridiculed, mimicked, or idolized the Muscles from Brussels, you might not have the foundation to fully appreciate, JCVD. In my opinion, you need to have experienced Jean-Claude at the pinnacle of his career; you need to have felt the rush of momentum as he soared to super-star status, and you must have been there when his career and personal life plummeted into a spiraling tornado of despair. Yea, verily Jean-Claude has walked in the valley in the shadow of overnight success, and like so many others he has suffered a certain Hollywood death.

 

Cast from the Hollywood studio mainstream and thrust into the bowels of direct-to-video foreign made films, JC slipped from the tongues of moviegoers and stood as a cautionary tale against overnight stardom and pitfalls of celebrity. Drugs, several failed marriages and a constant comparison to a fellow celeb Steven Segal stained Jean-Claude’s  tenuous career.

But JC has been resurrected from the dead.

In JCVD Jean-Claude plays himself. Well…sort of. He plays our vision of him in a story line that teeters on the edge of reality and fiction. Based on equal parts truth and fable, Jean-Claude navigates the emotional labyrinth of the Hollywood diaspora that only insiders know exists. In the film JC is downtrodden, put-upon, an outcast B-movie star. Yet, he’s also hopeful, determined and holding strong to the faith and inspiration that led to his emergence from average Joe to household name.

As I said, you must have experienced Jean-Claude in his heyday. Films like Bloodsport, Kickboxer, Lionheart, Double Impact, Universal Soldier and Hard Target, made Jean-Claude. He’s credited with bringing director John Woo to the United States for Hard Target, launching John Woo’s turn to be in the Hollywood golden boy spotlight.

JVCD is a different animal. Starting with an action-packed opening sequence, done in a single long tracking shot (a la the restaurant sequence from Goodfellas) and culminating with a breach of the third-wall as the out-of-breath actor proclaims to the director, “I’m 47 years old, I can’t keep this over and over in only one take.

The film is hilarious, inspiring, funny and clever — all at once. Even the overt in-your-face jokes and commentaries are nicely hidden in a wrapping of self-deprecation. Jean-Claude (the Jean-Claude) is brilliant in this film as is the directing. There is a uniquely brilliant final sequence which gives us a taste of what we’ve come to expect from a Van Damme movie, only to brusquely take it away with the flitter of a film reel. 

Jean-Claude has a moment in the film where he is lifted above the scene to deliver a soliloquy… or monologue — call it what you will — where he unveils so much about his life that it’s difficult to tell if this is the fictional Jean-Claude or the real Jean- Claude. And I believe it is right there that the film transcends the clutter of hopelessly poignant films about character and celebrity and becomes a film about heart.

REVIEW X-Men Origins: Wolverine

Monday, May 4th, 2009

 

X-Men Origins: Wolverine

X-Men Origins: Wolverine

 

I’ve got it! 

 

I now know what was missing (for me) from X-Men Origins: Wolverine, the 4th installment of the X-Men franchise. Scale. It simply wasn’t big enough for me.

Don’t get me wrong. The movie was enjoyable. My wife loved it. However, I came away thinking something was missing. Action? Check. Drama? Check. Attitude? Check. Lots of bad-ass badguys? Check. Irreverent one-liners? Check. WTF?

It was scale. Size. Bigger would have been better. I’m not only talking about big explosions. Im talking about space. Landscape. The movie just didn’t feel big enough to me. I thought, “Here is a chance for Fox to go all out with this very successful franchise.” Go big. You can add CGI up the wazoo but the audience knows real big when it sees it, as opposed to being duped by blue screen technology.

There was no big. I did not see big.  I wanted big.

BIG: I think that is the thing that has been missing from the X-Men films. Big. The Dark Knight had lots of big. Lord of the Rings? Mucho grande. We need to drop Hugh Jackman’s ass in the middle of the Sahara or some shit and let the epic nature of the landscape become a character of the film. I haven’t seen Australia yet but I bet it was frigging big. Baz Lurhmann always does big.

I put comic book tentpole films in their proper perspectives. Instead of expecting brilliance in the script I expect lots of snippy one-liners. I expect guns: metal guns and big hulking biceps guns. I expect shirts to fall off, panties to slide down and people to defy gravity as opposed to succumbing to the gravity of the situation. I don’t go into a summer film with the haughtiness of a film snob. I want entertainment. I want BIG.

PINEAPPLE EXPRESS – Film Review

Wednesday, February 4th, 2009

Pineapple Express.

I really don’t know why I do this to myself. I rent stoner movies hoping that I’ll get a hoot out of them. Instead, I find myself bored to tears, or at best, fighting to stay interested until the closing credits roll.

That said, I like Seth Rogen. He’s a funny guy. But the stoner thing is soooo 2005 now. James Franco was good and refreshing as the drug-selling stoner dood, but so much of the comedy was tedious and played out.  If you smoke weed, like weed, buy weed, sell weed, this may be an interesting movie for you. If you’re a mature adult who’d rather obsess over some of life’s other vices, move on to another flick.

To be fair, however, towards the end of the film it picks up. The guys take the fight “to the man” so to speak. Their friend, another low level drug seller, who gets shot something like 16 times and is still alive eating breakfast at Denny’s at the end of the film is kinda-sort hilarious. Yes, I did laugh at that. You caught me — and yes… my mouth was open.

Pineapple Express

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Recap: Benjamin Button, SEO B.S. and Pulp Fusion

Monday, January 26th, 2009

My wife Kathy, and I saw The Curious Case of Benjamin Button on Saturday. If you didn’t already know this, the movie is two hours and forty-seven minutes long–epic by any stretch of the imagination. Before I saw it I got a tweet from a friend on Twitter who suggested that the film was “ambitious.” He was correct. It was ambitious in scope, length and vision.

The special effects and makeup effects are certainly something to remark about. Outstanding barely covers it. I couldn’t help but drift into my filmmaker’s mind every now and then and wonder, “How did they do that?” But those times were far and few because the story moved forward at a reasonable albeit deliberate pace. I only had to adjust my ass-cheeks in my seat a few times, as opposed to the dozens of times when I watched James Cameron’s Titanic.

 

Taraji P Henson

Taraji P Henson

 

The acting was believable. There were moments when the audience chuckled in unison, as we were supposed to. Many of those moments involved the character played by Taraji P. Henson. She was marvelous as “Queenie” – Benjamin’s endearing and long-suffering adopted mother with a heart of gold. 

It’s funny to me what the Academy® selects as an award-worthy performance. Quite frankly I think Brad Pitt’s performance in Ocean’s Eleven was worthy of a nomination. However, the thing that tweaks my thinking is the fact that while watching Benjamin Button I quickly forgot that the man behind the mask of the 80-year-old kid was Brad Pitt. That is a feat worthy of a nomination.

The film spans from the end of WWI to the levy breaking in New Orleans during Hurricane Katrina. In a few areas it does seem contrived, anxiously hovering over its brilliant special effects and the emotion director David Fincher desperately linked to those scenes. But again, those instances are merely trivial annoyances and quickly forgotten.

It is a film worthy of traipsing to the theaters, braving traffic, and crowds, and insufficient parking. I dare venture to say that at nearly 3 hours it’s worth the price of a movie ticket. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button is three hours of escapism at its finest–but not for everyone.

When Kathy and I returned from the theater I checked the tweets I’d missed. There was a ton of SEO Internet Marketing slug words and catch phrases posted. Ugh. Seems like everyone is an expert on search engine optimization, marketing your business on the Internet  and using little known tools to increase sales. It’s funny how one can pay to learn SEO techniques and then suddenly position themselves as an expert–charging hundreds of dollars for a course or thousands for consultant fees. In this time of fiscal crises I wonder why these folks aren’t giving this information away for free. Families are struggling to survive after jobs have been lost, and homes are on the brink of foreclosure. So that’s what I am going to do. I am going to learn as much as possible about SEO and Internet marketing and offer that information–for free–on my blog.

Lastly, my film Pulp Fusion: The Resurrection of Serious Rogers, is in full swing. Last night I finished the visual VO. Visual VO is the term I’ve coined to depict dialog written as a voiceover that will actually be a visual scene/sequence in the film. With the VVO intact I can now focus on editing. Then I’ll shoot the VVO and the film will be ready for self distribution…using the Internet marketing secrets I’ve learned.

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