Monday, September 08, 2014

Film: The Counselor, 2013, Directed by Ridley Scott

Cormac McCarthy, the author of the screenplay, is a graphomaniac. The proof is in works like "All the Pretty Horses", "The Road" and finally - this film which helps highlight all the symptoms of the condition. Even a skilled director like Ridley Scott could not pull out a cogent 'story' not to mention some sense out of this pretentious textual mess. What do you think of this piece of wisdom: "When it comes to grief, the normal rules of wealth do not apply. Because grief transcends value. A man would give entire nations to lift grief off his heart and yet, you cannot buy anything with grief, because grief is worthless. What the ...?!!! What does this mean? Nothing. It's a strаin of the mind of a pseudo-philosopher and pseudo-writer who is desperately trying to be original...I should rest my case only after this quote but can't help mentioning the drug lord citing the poet Antonio Machado. Not that it can't be done, but Mr. McCarthy does it in a dumb way.

"No Country for Old Man" was a good movie only thanks to the Coen brothers who wrote the screenplay.

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Film: Runner Runner, 2013, Directed by Brad Furman

After a streak of very bad movies, it was a relief to watch this one. The movie is not great, but it is skillfully written and well-acted. Its plot is a variation of "Wall Street" and "Boiler Room" - with the same main male characters in the trio - ambitions, entrepreneurial, and smart college drop-out, a mentor, a father. The details differ but the moral is the same - greed is not good. The dramatic quality of the two older films is better. The latest version is more entertaining than anything else. Some very snappy dialogue (written by Brian Koppelman and David Levien) contributes to the pleasure.

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Film: "Labor Day", 2013, Directed by Jason Reitman

The film is based on some very bad novel and it is mind-boggling that Jason Reitman would try to resuscitate it. The result is so poor that at certain points, when the plot defies any logic, it turns into its own parody. Examples: mother is given her baby (whom we just saw being still-born) all dressed up and pretty?! ; father roams the pubs, baby in hands, looking for his no-good wife; convict and lonely mother mix together sugar and peaches with their bare hands in a scene, reminiscent of Ghost's famous pottery scene...
The author of the terrible piece of "non-literature" is Daphne Joyce Maynard, the woman who became famous for being briefly involved with J.D.Salinger and tried to capitalize on that writing about his exploitation of young women, or was it the opposite, him being exploited by young women...
The sad thing here is that Jason Reitman was very desperate for a script, and that eventually he exhibited such a bad taste in choosing/writing this one. Early success, as J.D.Salinger points out, is treacherous.

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TV: Happy Valley: BBC Drama Series, 2014 Directed by Euros Lyn, Sally Wainwright and Tim Fywell

The script (Sally Wainwright) has some of the ingredients of a soap opera - a child born of rape, his mother committed a suicide, the grandparents have problems accepting and raising that child, the latter exhibiting some violent tendencies. The father of the child is a brutal criminal but has a soft spot for the child, etc.
On the other hand the series' plot revolves around an accountant, a looser-character reminiscent of the insurance salesman Lester from "Fargo." This, and some of the dialog help distinguish the series from a soap-crime series. The directors are quite good but they could have been more thrifty with the flashbacks. The flashbacks, in their case, are just illustrations of what is going on in the character's mind, which is always a symptom of helplessness to express a psychological process in alternative ways. In other words, the viewer should be able to deduce what is going on in the character's mind via different, purely dramatic, subtle devices.
Good performances by Sarah Lancashire and Steve Pemberton.

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Thursday, August 28, 2014

Film: Chef (2014) Written and Directed by Jon Favreau

What a poor, pathetically weak script! I thought Jon Favreau was cool but with his last creation he shattered that impression .
The dialogue feels like its sole purpose is to provide linking between a series of product placements and occasionally resembles an interactive Twitter or Vine tutorial. The movie is classifiable as "comedy" only because it is NOT a drama or a tragedy but it cannot squeeze out a single laugh from a person with an average sense of humor. There is some bad acting there as well, quite understandably, since there is nothing to act.

If you want to watch a smart and entertaining foodie movie, the best so far in my opinion is "Dinner Rush" (2001), an independent feature film, written by Brian S. Kalata and Rick Shaughnessy,
and directed by Bob Giraldi.

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Monday, August 25, 2014

TV: The Emmy Awards 2014

The biggest joke of the night: J. Margulies winning the Best Actress Award in the company of Claire Danes and Robin Wright.

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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Books: Biographie de la faim, A Novel by Amelie Nothomb, AKA The Life of Hunger, 2004

The Independent called the book a "memoir of a megalomaniac" and I can't agree more. Who would not stop talking about herself and her childhood as if it is something so exceptional that every detail deserves attention. Can't understand authors that consider their childhood memories worth sharing with the world. And, yet, I would read Knausgaard childhood memories...What makes Nothomb's childhood memories so annoying is that sugar-syrup-dripping cuteness and narcissism that lives in every single page. Even the self-deprecating statements ("I am ugly and have a big head") make a claim for exceptionalism. And why would I want to learn that she was finishing the glasses of champagne (such an exquisite taste at three!) of the guests of her "diplomat" father? This book is as annoying as the self-indulgent banter of a smart-ass child who has been told many times (by her parents) that she is so smart and so cute.
Unfortunately, there are still some guests lingering and watching the infantile woman play cute. The French reading audience amazes me. The woman with the big hat is their cult figure! No wonder Michel Houellebecq emigrated to Ireland.

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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Books: La Première Chose qu'on regarde. A Novel by Grégoire Delacourt

Have the French totally lost their taste for good literature? This is a best-selling author? Gregoire Delacourt sucks! This can't be possibly "literature" -- the writing is bland, transparently commercial, feels like reading the yellow press. The "idea" of the novel (if we can call it that) is so banal and tired... A looser imagines himself being visited by Scarlett Johansson but actually he's fallen in love with another regular looser and since both are so messed up by the entertainment industry and gossip media, Scarlett Johansson becomes a vehicle of their dreams and desires. The author actually cannot even pull off that "idea". The main female character is killed in a car crash because Delacourt does not know what to do with her and his story. The book lacks intelligence, the narrative revolves around the literal. The alleged sense of humor is pathetic. The novel falls apart before even having assembled. It probably intended to say something about the effect of the entertainment celebrity on the life of ordinary people but is so literal and unimaginative as literature that eventually it is just puzzling how it can hold any reader's attention to the end.

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Books: "Deep Water", A Novel by Patricia Highsmith, 1957

Returning to Patricia Highsmith is always such a pleasure. And this novel in particular is such a delightful, despite late, "discovery" (thanks to Gillian Flynn.) A suburban marital thriller plays out like a magnificent war of the sexes tragedy where no extreme is incredible. The wife is pushing all the buttons, the husband is taking all the imaginable abuse, and then punishing her by killing others. The killer is both sympathetic and sociopathic. The wife is not a victim, she playfully and spitefully explores the boundaries of someones submission. And despite some critical opinion, this is not a "loveless" marriage that both characters are trapped in. A fatal marriage never is. One of the characters, in this case the man, is pathologically in love. And he is quietly destroying both -- himself and Her -- one chilling murder after another. Immediately after the second murder, Vic Van Allen, goes to a school concert to hear their daughter sing. He hands in his ticket at the entrance and the ticket says "Admit two". Highsmith's sense of humor is superb - it never fails to bring chills in the appreciating reader.

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Friday, June 06, 2014

Books: Where'd You Go, Bernadette: A Novel by Maria Semple, 2013

A "delightful" reading and a "glittering" prose..The book invites such definitions and the irony of the quotation marks. It is really imaginative and fresh and very  often - quite funny. My problem with it is that its "charm" outweighs its author's talent. I value more the "menace to society" aspect of the mother character than all the cuteness of the child. The book becomes too cute, especially towards the end.

The TED talk episode is hilarious, outstanding...

I could not get rid of the impression that I am reading a Young Adult novel. Is it because the YA mentality is gradually taking over the entire American literature?

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Books: The Circle. A Novel by Dave Eggers, 2013

A nice dystopian novel which reads with pleasure. The style is crisp and light as in Zamyatin's We and the balance between sarcastic humor and dark insights is just right. We follow an inspired young lady, Mae, into her spiraling path: literally - spiraling up in the ranks of her corporation driven by ambition and willingness to be perfect at work and do good in the world  and metaphorically - spiraling down into a state of brainwashed enthusiasm for "transparency". The critique of the corporate culture of advanced high tech companies is scalding. The tensions between "secrets" and "morality" are examined bravely and honestly. Eggers describes a world permeated by a sense of creeping totalitarianism. 

Occasionally the book becomes repetitive but in a way this "circling" is necessary to build the ominous presence of "the Circle"...Gospodinov could be developed more as a character.

Otherwise, Very Good!

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Friday, May 23, 2014

Books: The Blazing World, 2014. A Novel by Siri Hustvedt

The great idea to dig into the essence of modern art and the nature of taste ("What is taste?") and what is left of art if it is dissociated from the celebrity, the persona of the artist -- squandered.

Beckett's Murphy was rejected by the publishers forty three times...Why not write exactly about that? "Without the aura of greatness, without the imprimatur of high culture, hipness or celebrity, what remained?" What is taste, again? This is the main point here but it was pushed aside by the author eager to make tired feminist arguments... The premise of the book is that a woman has to pass her artistic work as a man's and only then watch it being appreciated - as "muscular, rigorous, cerebral". How transparent, oversimplifying and pathetic in a way.

It is not enough to state that "it is not about sex"...A book built on intellectual argumentation has to take the debate further, no? The novel is inventorying endlessly the sins of man against woman through numerous literary references. "No one rejoices more in revenge than women, wrote Juvenal" -- how misogynist! But haven't we dealt with the past already? Everything is a symptom of misogyny. Ms. Hustvedt's response to Juvenal is "And I say, I wonder why, boys. I wonder why." And really - why.

The novel is built on several narratives commenting and undermining other narratives, a lot of silly role-playing, the use of "masks" upon "masks" upon "masks" and other similar postmodern crap. Most of the text involves pretentious commentary on classic authors from Kierkegaard to Zweig. The status of the book as "fiction" is quite shaky. Intellectually - it is a mess.

And a symptomatic self-revelation of Ms. Hustvedt's is waiting for the reader on the book jacket: she is defined here by her "PhD in English from Columbia" and the fact of not mentioning in her bio that she is the wife of Paul Auster. If she was not a celebrity would I be reading her book? Sorry, it is really not about sex...

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Books: Sycamore Row, 2013. A Novel by John Grisham

Wanted to check out what John Grisham has written recently. The short answer is - a very weak book. He is bored of himself and it shows. The book is repetitive, banal, and flat. The "racial card" is played without passion.The thrill is gone...

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