Showing posts with label 2001. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2001. Show all posts
Saturday, October 29, 2016
Getting It Wrong -- A Clockwork Orange
Photo: from the MSN article linked below. You've got to see this movie. A disturbing masterpiece.
I recently read an MSN photoslide article of 40 movies that critics got completely wrong. (Click that to read it.) Some made me so upset that I had to vent--I mean, blog--about them. For example:
“Stanley Kubrick's 'A Clockwork Orange' is an ideological mess, a paranoid right-wing fantasy masquerading as an Orwellian warning. It pretends to oppose the police state and forced mind control, but all it really does is celebrate the nastiness of its hero, Alex.” — Roger Ebert, Chicago Sun-Times
Of all the movie critics I've read over the years, I agreed with Roger Ebert most. (Though I am most frustrated with his review of Dead Poet's Society, but that wasn't one of MSN's 40 here, so that's a blog for another day.)
But he got this one wrong. (See the movie if you haven't.) A Clockwork Orange is not paranoid right-wing fantasy. That's Trump-land, a country that Kubrick would never consider visiting. Though he had his share of really out-there thoughts (and don't we all), Kubrick did not feel Britian's (which is where he lived, let's not forget) police force was in danger of dominating his country with a tight fist.
It is an Orwellian warning, in a way, but not as criticized here. Certainly Orwell's lesson of "beware of who you elect to control you," and, for that matter, "beware of those who you let control you" is in play here--but that's not what the movie is really about.
A Clockwork Orange says to beware of a totalitarian police state (with the emphasis on the police), but it also says that we do need a large and controlling police presence, because human nature sucks, and left to our own devices, chaos will reign. That's the irony Kubrick was trying to show. Kubrick was all about irony, all the time. And so it is here.
Alex isn't the criminal, the movie says. His society is criminalizing, and he is a criminal as a byproduct. Though Alex is individually responsible for his own actions, the bureaucracy that tries to "civilize" him just makes him worse. This movie is definitely an attack of that bureaucracy. Remember the scenes of the guard transferring Alex? Remember the bureaucratic forms that had to be filled out? Remember how long that took, especially that ingenious shot of the guard separating the perforated portion after that's signed? Who wouldn't be driven to anger or mindlessness in that nihilistic setting of dominant mindlessness? When the bureaucracy is all that matters, we're all lost.
The insinuation here is that we are all Alex, or at least potentially so. So the movie doesn't pretend to oppose the police state. It does oppose the police state--as depicted as a mindless bureaucracy. It's not paranoid at all--often, human nature does suck, and at our core, no matter how much we think we're civilized, we're all still baseless and base. (That was the point of 2001, too. Remember the million-year flashforward bone-flip? Despite all our technology, all our civilizations--on Earth and on the moon--we're still just a base, bone-loving species. Some of us are okay with that, but some of us strive to be more than that, a new species, maybe, capable of so much more.) Burgess's novel somewhat says the same thing, and this movie beats it over our heads.
Since we're all capable of being Alex--some more so than others--we do need a heavy police presence. But too large a police presence (and it's mind control) is just as bad, if not worse, as having too many criminals. So it's bad to have, but we do need it, to some degree. What degree is that? Well, in the movie, it was too much. In the beginning of the movie, it wasn't enough. So where's the line? Kubrick didn't know, and he's saying we don't know, either. Recent events in America since Ferguson show we still don't know. (Art imitates life, right?)
And so the movie doesn't celebrate the nastiness of Alex as much as it uses that behavior to prove its point. In very broad strokes, written large, the movie showcases the all-too-human negative "celebration" of the nastiness in us all. Kubrick (and Burgess) say: We're all potentially that nasty. Which is why mind control and a police body politick aren't the answers. The answer has to come from within us, individually. In only that way can we create a "civilized society," which is a Nietzschean umbrella term that really doesn't exist--another point that Kubrick makes here. The movie is all about that irony, painted with very broad strokes to the point of satire and farce--but, let's face it: Isn't civilization, society, and other umbrella terms all a farce anyway?
Look around you. Look at American politics right now. Look at what we call our civilized society--a culture that actually does celebrate the dehumanization of women, minorities, LGBTs and, really, anyone else who is not a self-satisfied, arrogant, pompous, self-loving rich white male. (We don't seem to understand the difference between self-serving "facts" and actual facts, either.) And, by the way, our American society is still one of the best, most stable ones out there in the whole world.
That's the reality right now. It's that million-year bone flip in 2001: Despite our technology, despite what we call our civilized society, we're all still a bunch of bone-wielding, power-wielding, blood-loving savages. And no matter how we're trying to control ourselves--with prisons, politics or mind-control (and those last two are often the same thing, by the way) we're always going to be like that.
Because we're human, and that's our human nature.
That's not a very negative, twisted farce?
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Sunday, May 18, 2014
Godzilla (2014)
Photo: Godzilla's movie poster, from its Wikipedia page.
Some quick bullets about Godzilla 2014. Bottom line: if you like action movies, monster movies, or war movies (yes; see first bullet, below), you should go see this.
--The real star of this movie (even more than Godzilla and his pals) is the director, Gareth Edwards. The direction for this movie is truly unbelievably good, much more so than is necessary for a movie like this. Even critics who didn't love the movie said Edwards did a great job. The best thing I liked about the direction was that it purposely shied away from shots of the monsters fighting, and instead focused on the people below in a you-are-there kind of way. It was like combining a Godzilla movie with The Hurt Locker. If two giant moth monsters were to suddenly awake, and try to get together to mate, and were intercepted by Godzilla, it would look exactly like this to the people on the ground, caught in the middle of it all.
--There are so many nods to other movies in this movie, I lost track. The ones I remember: Jurassic Park (many scenes; one in particular: the one where Jurassic Park's Dr. Alan Grant and Ian Malcolm sat in the stopped car in the pouring rain, and wiped away the mist from the window to worriedly see outside; this is enacted exactly the same in Godzilla); 2001: A Space Odyssey (many scenes; especially when the guys in Godzilla parachute into the battlezone to the same exact insane singing as in the ending of 2001, when David passed Jupiter and entered the psychedelic light); countless 50s and 60s Godzilla movies, especially the ones where the dino costume seemed way too big (and Godzilla's roar is the same as it was in the 50s, amped up for 2014; oh, and don't miss the Mothra sign); Jaws (the main family's last name is Brody, and someone says, "Are you Brody?" just like in Jaws). There's a motion-detector that looks exactly like the one in James Cameron's Aliens. Sounds just like it, too. That's all just off the top of my head. There are many more. This became one of the joys of the film for me--finding all the homages. This sounds distracting, but it wasn't.
--Not too much acting is expected out of the actors. When Elizabeth Olson headlines your cast, this is a good thing. But this isn't a Merchant / Ivory film anyway, if you know what I mean.
--The film has no pretense to be anything more than what it is: A wonderfully directed, at times breathtakingly beautiful action movie that has three monsters. (I see this as more of an action movie than as a monster movie.)
--The action scenes do not last too long, as a few of Man of Steel's did.
--David S. Goyer and Frank Darabont assisted with the screenplay. Those are Dark Knight and Walking Dead names.
--There are no subplots involving a dumb romance, or a boring father / son conflict, or a cardboard villain. Just monsters and mayhem. The main character / hero saves a little boy or two, but that's okay. He's supposed to do that, right? And it's not drawn out or sappy when he does. This was the problem with 1998's Godzilla, which had very good special effects and action scenes, but aspirations of personal conflict and relationship issues that nobody cared about.
--It's not too long. Just over two hours.
What else do you need? Go see it.
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Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Movie Lovers
Photo: The Tree of Life movie poster, from it's Wikipedia site. (See this film. Roger Ebert, in this year's Sight & Sound poll, said it's one of the ten best ever made, world-wide.)
I must be a movie lover (technically called a cinephile) because:
1. I sit through the credits. I love to know who the cinematographer, director, and supporting actors are, and sometimes it's necessary to just let the whole movie sink in after it ends. I was like this after the movie Lincoln recently.
2. I do sometimes compare people to movie characters. Actually, I do that all the time. The real people hardly ever compare, even if the movie character was "bad." I realize this is antisocial of me.
3. I get giddy about upcoming movies by directors I like, such as a new Spielberg film. I'm enough of a cinephile to get excited by the new Ed Zwick, Peter Weir, David Fincher, Terrence Malick, or Ridley Scott film, amongst the names of great directors that most non-fans don't know.
4. I do relish intelligent film discussions, but not intelligent film competition, because when proving a point about a film, I definitely become obnoxious--and so does the person I'm talking with. For example, when discussing a film, I actually use the word "film," not "movie." Sounds elitist, I know, but the fact is that Schindler's List was a film, and Hangover was a movie. Just because the point is obnoxious, that doesn't make it untrue.
5. I understand the demographics, too--which is why I won't go see films geared towards demos I don't want to see movies with. I mean that in the kindest of all possible ways.
6. I definitely judge people by their favorite movies. If your favorite film is one of the Hangovers, or one of the Saws (as good as the first one of each series was), and if you've never even seen (or heard of) 2001 or Schindler's List, then I'm out.
7. I really appreciate movie memorabilia, but such things will just clutter up the house. Or maybe I just don't decorate well. Of course, should the actual real prop come my way, I'm all over it. Who wouldn't want to have one of the rings actually used in the LOTR films?!?
8. I complain about continuity issues and product placements all the time. (But only after the movie, of course. Belanger's rule #1 of seeing films at a theatre: You will not talk during the film.) Drives people nuts.
9. I don't remember dates or important things by films. I'm a guy; I remember such things based on who I'm dating at the time.
10. I haven't made out in theaters since I was a teenager. Call me unromantic or lacking in spontaneity, but I'm not spending $11.50 per ticket just to miss most of the movie. Hell, if I want to make out with a woman in the dark, I'll just invite her over after I've stopped paying the electric bill for a few months.
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