Life Might I direct you too...
Anna is posting again after her maternity break and is still breaking my heart.
Caro is being very educational and making me nostaligic for conversation I've had in the past.
Vicky offers some very good rule for anyone at thinking about going to the cinema when they have a fever.
On This Day we were helping Iraq with their weapons programme but it was Brixton not Baghdad ablaze.
John's discovered Pitch Black. I too shudder when I hear the writer of the 'Lost in Space' film is working on the sequels.
The Couch Kamote considers The Six Million Dollar Man.
I didn't know Jason Mewes was in a bad way.
The Guardian's new columnist Mohammed Saeed al-Sahaf considers the congestion charge: "Do not fear the wrath of the infidel Livingstone. He is already in hell. Scorpions sting his eyeballs. Trust me on this."
Film Post September 11th films about New York suddenly became even more of a fantasy. Watching ‘Serendipity’ or ‘Spiderman’ or ‘Kissing Jessica Stein’ you really were being transported to a place outside reality. The reasons were clear – it wasn’t possible to allow the horror to enter those films (as the creators of ‘Stein’ remark on the DVD, their film wasn’t about that). But film after film would come out about New York and each one would pass without addressing that thing which was on everyone’s mind, whenever the twin towers appeared or didn’t. When was someone actually going to talk about the things I’m thinking about when I see Central Park now?
With this in mind, you can see why Spike Lee, when preparing ‘25th Hour’ decided that he had to address them. Be careful, though. This isn’t a film expressly about 9/11. It mentions it and the aftermath appears; but it’s there in a way you would suspect it is for most anyone not directly involved on the day – in the atmosphere but not actually address those lives directly. So we see characters in bars were lost firemen no longer pull up their barstools, and visit an apartment which overlooks ground zero; and a makeshift dealing room at a brokers. But the characters don’t actually talk about it; there isn’t the scene were they sit down and ask each other what they were doing on the day. By doing all of this Lee improves his film by giving a sheen at least of the real world. For once this is a New York we can recognize (something Lee has always been able to produce).
Or that’s the theory. But it’s also to some extent baggage in a film about something entirely different. Monty is a convicted drug dealer and this is the last day in the outside before a seven year sentence in jail. During the day he confronts all of the issues and decisions which led up to being caught and has come to terms with how is going to survive on the inside; his friend Francis feels guilt for not saving his friend from the gates of hell; Jacob is a teacher with the hots for his student, who looks on Jacob jealously.
Lee tells this stories using a series of contrasting styles. For much of the time I found myself saying “That’s a bit like this film” or “that film”. It lurches from The Sopranoes to a Whit Stillman film to ‘Office Space’ to Mike Hodges. In other films this would be uncomfortable and difficult, but here there is such a flair to the direction, David Benioff’s writing (adapting his own book) and the performances (Rosario Dawson is luminous; Anna Paquin gets to play ditzy for a change; Philip Seymour Hoffman adds another great loser to his list; where the hell did Barry Pepper come from?) It’s almost as though we’re seeing a mix of cinematic cultures to mirror the cosmopolitan nature of New York.
It’s a surprisingly entertaining and funny film; comedy and tragedy mixed to perfection. For once it’s a Edward Norton film its OK to like (that isn’t ‘Fight Club’). And weirdly it doesn’t feel like a Spike Lee ‘joint’. I’ll leave it to the viewer to decide whether that’s a good thing or not.
With this in mind, you can see why Spike Lee, when preparing ‘25th Hour’ decided that he had to address them. Be careful, though. This isn’t a film expressly about 9/11. It mentions it and the aftermath appears; but it’s there in a way you would suspect it is for most anyone not directly involved on the day – in the atmosphere but not actually address those lives directly. So we see characters in bars were lost firemen no longer pull up their barstools, and visit an apartment which overlooks ground zero; and a makeshift dealing room at a brokers. But the characters don’t actually talk about it; there isn’t the scene were they sit down and ask each other what they were doing on the day. By doing all of this Lee improves his film by giving a sheen at least of the real world. For once this is a New York we can recognize (something Lee has always been able to produce).
Or that’s the theory. But it’s also to some extent baggage in a film about something entirely different. Monty is a convicted drug dealer and this is the last day in the outside before a seven year sentence in jail. During the day he confronts all of the issues and decisions which led up to being caught and has come to terms with how is going to survive on the inside; his friend Francis feels guilt for not saving his friend from the gates of hell; Jacob is a teacher with the hots for his student, who looks on Jacob jealously.
Lee tells this stories using a series of contrasting styles. For much of the time I found myself saying “That’s a bit like this film” or “that film”. It lurches from The Sopranoes to a Whit Stillman film to ‘Office Space’ to Mike Hodges. In other films this would be uncomfortable and difficult, but here there is such a flair to the direction, David Benioff’s writing (adapting his own book) and the performances (Rosario Dawson is luminous; Anna Paquin gets to play ditzy for a change; Philip Seymour Hoffman adds another great loser to his list; where the hell did Barry Pepper come from?) It’s almost as though we’re seeing a mix of cinematic cultures to mirror the cosmopolitan nature of New York.
It’s a surprisingly entertaining and funny film; comedy and tragedy mixed to perfection. For once it’s a Edward Norton film its OK to like (that isn’t ‘Fight Club’). And weirdly it doesn’t feel like a Spike Lee ‘joint’. I’ll leave it to the viewer to decide whether that’s a good thing or not.
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Life Over the past week or so people around me have been complaining about a kind of flu which isn't flu but has many of the symptoms and leaves them in a state of blah. Feeling listless, I guess. Well, it looks like it got me too. So although I'd love to stay and chat I think I'm just going to go to bed and listen to Tom Clancy slag off all film makers in the audio commentary to 'The Sum of All Fears', snug and warm. Messages of simpathy of course welcome through my new commenting system. And I would also draw your attention to my guestbook and maps were some fictional Duncan Goodhew seems to be April fooling six days after the fact ...
War Reporting A US bomb hits convoy of US Special Forces and Kurdish fighters, killing many. These 'friendly fire' attacks are increasing. John Simpson (of all people) was there and gave a report not long afterwards. "I thought you were going to stop me. I think I've just got a bit of shrapnel in the leg, that's all. OK, I will - thanks a lot." Ironically, the library photo is from the time John liberated Kabal in Afghanistan ... [which you can watch here if you've got real one] Yes, I have changed this post, because it really isn't funny when people die.