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October 6, 2008

REVIEW: Appaloosa (B-)

Last year, for no apparent reason, we moviegoers saw a whole lot of horses and 10-gallon hats when Hollywood suddenly dusted off The Western, a genre virtually nonexistent since the early 90's. Clearly, the resurgence was a success - witness 3:10 to Yuma, There Will Be Blood, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, and No Country for Old Men. Considering the last two listed were my #2 and #1 movies of 2007, and considering that 2007 was the Best Movie Year of the Last Decade, you might understand why I was looking forward so much to Appaloosa, the first (and maybe only?) Western of 2008.

And if you see it, you might also understand why I was disappointed to find it a tepid, vanilla-bland Western that offers little in the way of excitement and even less in the way of originality. Adapted from the novel of the same name by Robert Parker, Appaloosa is the pet project of Ed Harris (National Treasure 2), who produced, co-wrote, directed, starred, and even wrote and sang an original song for the soundtrack. It was an admirable effort, but I have to wonder if even Harris would admit something is still lacking, and if I had to zero on the problem I suspect I would land on the utterly conventional adaptation of the novel.

It's 1882 in New Mexico Territory. Randall Bragg (Jeremy Irons, in a welcome return to the big screen) and his gang of exaggeratedly idiotic cowboys are running loose in the town of Appaloosa. Desperate to restore order, the mayor contracts reputable lawman Virgil Cole (Harris) and his deputy, Everett Hitch (Viggo Mortenson, Eastern Promises), reluctantly giving them complete jurisdiction according to their preferred methods (Cole: "It's the law."; Mayor: "Your law."; Cole: "Same thing."). Cole wears every stereotypical character trait on his sleeve; just by looking at him you know that is hoping to retire soon, that he'd like to settle down with an honest woman, that he sometimes questions the purpose of his job, and that he'll never back down in a fight. Doesn't that describe pretty much every sheriff in every movie?

Slowly, methodically, the story plods along as Cole and Bragg trade veiled threats and hard stares, time and time again. Rarely given an opportunity to inject any emotion into his characters, Viggo Mortenson is mostly relegated here to leaning against walls and drinking coffee, his long-barrelled rifle always resting on his shoulder. Renee Zellweger eventually shows up as the widow Ali French, a flirty redhead that tries to remain faithful to Cole in this testosterone-fueled environment. Like her Dorothy Boyd in Jerry Maguire, Zellweger is stuck in a relationship with a detached workaholic; the difference being that Zellweger could actually express her emotions in Jerry Maguire. Who knew Botox was available in 1882?

I'm going to tell you how Appaloosa ends by not telling you how it ends. If you've seen one spaghetti Western, you've seen Appaloosa, which seems to check off every marker of the genre - ride off into the sunset included - to the point that it could play like a spoof, if it were only a comedy. Many of the superficial elements and set pieces are still well done (cinematography, musical score, production design, costumes), but they can't make up for the nagging feeling you have that the story isn't really going anywhere. The central dilemma of the story just isn't engaging, and that makes the fate of the characters trivial.

There weren't many spices in the food in 1882, but this meal probably had more flavor than this movie...

I've been critical of Appaloosa mostly because I expected more, and when there's little that leaves an impression on you, the negative aspects end up being what you remember. Appaloosa really isn't a bad movie, but there's little evidence that it's a special one. Last year's 3:10 to Yuma was a somewhat similar story, but even though it was a remake, Yuma still featured a more vibrant appearance, more intriguing characters, and more suspenseful action. In a high noon duel between 3:10 to Yuma and Appaloosa, the latter wouldn't even get its six-shooter unholstered.

Grade:
Writing - 8
Acting - 8
Production - 7
Emotional Impact - 8
Music - 5
Social Significance - 4

Total: 40/50= 80% = B-

September 27, 2007

REVIEW: Eastern Promises (B+)

Background: David Cronenberg's last film, A History of Violence, was gripping - an intriguing story and plenty of suspense. And violence, oh the violence. Indeed, he displays a catalog of violence that was way too brutal for me to watch - when I couldn't avoid it. Cronenberg teams up again with Viggo Mortenson (The Lord of the Rings trilogy) for Eastern Promises, this time with Naomi Watts (King Kong,The Painted Veil) as the blond love interest. (One interesting note - Watts's next role is in the wildly violent Funny Games.) Both stars prepared intensely for their roles, Watts (pregnant while filming) as a midwife and Mortenson as a Russian gangster, for which he actually spent weeks alone all over Russia. I didn't know much about the story beforehand, but I did mention to the friends I saw it with that it would surely have some hyperviolent scenes. Wow, was that an understatement. A new area of my mind has been scarred, right next to the spot still suffering from A History of Violence.

Synopsis: Midwife Anna (Watts) finds a diary in the belongings of a young Russian girl named Tatiana who suspiciously dies from labor complications. The diary is in Russian. Conveniently, Anna's uncle is Russian and also happens to live with her. With amazing naivete, Anna follows the diary's link to a restaurant conspicuously serving as the franchise office of the local Russian organized crime family, or vory v zakone. The more warnings she is given to let well enough alone, and the more sordid details she learns from her uncle's translation, the more determined she is to learn of Tatiana's background so her surviving infant can be sent home. In the meantime, Nikolai (Mortenson) is the family's driver and boss-in-waiting, hoping to get "made" and earn his "stars." He quietly obeys the orders given him by current boss Semyon (Armin Mueller-Stahl) and his incompetent son Kirill (Vincent Cassel), but something tells you Nikolai is more than just a puckered face. We soon learn he is an undercover lawman with a crush on Anna. All of these details emerge amid wickedly violent scenes, and Nikolai is forced to decide between his profession and love life as he rises in the ranks of the vory v zakone.

I Loved:
+ The production design - rainy, noir London and cozy Russian feasts, just like I remember from the old country.
+ Vincent Cassel's disgusting performance - the quintessential impulsive heir, the movie would have suffered without him.


I Liked:
+ The cinematography - there is something about the way Cronenberg frames shots that set them apart from everyone else.
+ The musical score.
+ Learning about the vory v zakone.


I Disliked:
- Naomi Watts - she toned down her trademark crying and shrieking, but it was still more than enough.
- Armin Mueller-Stahl's accent - look, the guy is German, he's always going to be German, and trying to make him sound like he is anything other than German is ridiculous.
- The totally unnecessary diary entry narrations.


I Hated:
- The extremely graphic violence, of course.


Grade:
Writing - 9
Acting - 9
Production - 9
Emotional Impact - 8
Music - 5
Significance - 4

Total: 44/50= 88% = B+

Last Word: For me, this was all about the violence. The story is somewhat interesting, but the brutality was a major distraction for me. If you can look past that, you'll probably love Eastern Promises. It's a well-made, taut film with viciously evil characters and a clear hero to root for, but you're left wondering who really had the best motives. Never having seen The Sopranos (yes, I'm serious), I don't know how
Eastern Promises compares to popular crime family dramas, but fans of the show will likely fill theaters to see this. Just expect the violence to be as bad as I'm describing it. Maybe you'll shrug your shoulders and laugh (some people did), or maybe you'll really be affected by it, like I was. I guess I just see it as real - people are actually killed in those ways, and I don't need to see it to know that. My imagination usually does just fine given the chance, but Cronenberg leaves no opportunity here.
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