Review: Michael Mann’s subversive ‘Blackhat’ is uniquely familiar.

In the past, if you wanted to steal money, you would hire a professional safe cracker or you might grab a few ski masks and AK-47’s to rob a bank in broad daylight.  In those instances, people didn’t get hurt as a result of the stolen money, only institutions.

Today, sophisticated criminals use the digital world to do their dirty work – hackers and network specialists hide their trails among the 1’s and 0’s; the bits and bytes of data.  If you’re good enough, you might even be able to affect the course of every day goods and services, thus affecting everyday people.

If both of these scenarios sound like the basis of any number of Michael Mann’s films, you’d be absolutely correct.  And, while we pay homage to Thief and Heat, we must acknowledge his foray into the digital underworld with Blackhat.

Inspired by the Stuxnet computer worm, Mann worked with former editor turned screenwriter Morgan Davis Foehl to deliver a taut, if somewhat glacially-paced thriller.  Chris Hemsworth plays Hathaway, an imprisoned hacker who is furloughed when a nuclear reactor overheats and a stock exchange is hacked, causing soy futures to rise.  Hathaway’s former college roommate, Chinese captain Chen Dawai played by Leehom Wang discovers that Hathaway’s code was used to infiltrate the various affected systems.  Viola Davis plays FBI Agent Carol Barrett.

Foehl’s script is steeped in rich characters and locations that span the globe while Mann, true to his form, is authentic to his subject matter maintaining his tried and true style of filmmaking.  The result is a thriller that modern audiences can relate to.

Hemsworth’s casting was criticized at the time of the film’s release, suggesting that he looked too good to be a hacker.  However, he carries the narrative and his magnetic attraction to Chen Lien (Tang Wei), Chen Dwai’s sister, is as strong as Eady’s relationship with McCauley in Heat, Isabella and Crockett’s relationship in Miami Vice or Jessie’s relationship with Frank in Thief – each of these relationships are just as dynamic and as important to the overall story.  Mann chose to use Lien here as much as he used Isabella in Vice; each a fundamental reason why our main protagonists continued on to their logical conclusions.

If there were any criticisms here, they would be leveled at the antagonist, Sadak played by Yorick van Wageningen.  Although he was vindictive enough to have cooked up the plan, his motives were not well-laid out, though they are understood.  Sadak is not the anti-hero we are used to seeing and there is not the same dynamic between he and Hathaway, giving us only glimpses of threats under the murkiness of the Internet.  Perhaps, this is the film’s genius in that today’s society can very easily hide behind a firewall, never meeting another real person, releasing threats with just the stroke of a couple of keys.

For dramatic purposes, that theory holds water.  But we need meat and potatoes, people.

Where McCauley had a dynamic relationship with Vincent Hannah or Vincent had with Max, the virtual dynamic here is nowhere near as strong as the aforementioned visual dynamics.  For Blackhat, the visual dynamic is laid between Hathaway and Kassar (Ritchie Coster), Sadak’s henchman who also operates in the shadows, but is more representative of the worldly threat.  And, this is the film’s major downfall.  The story could not balance all three relationships.

Stuart Dryburgh carried on the photo-realistic look that permeates Mann’s films, similar to Dion Beebee’s work in Miami Vice and even more reminiscent of Beebee’s and Paul Cameron’s work in Collateral where the colors are oversaturated and the image is frenetically on the move, almost as if they smeared Vaseline on the edges of the lens and paned the camera rapidly.  The use of 2.35:1 really lent a global perspective to the film, becoming a character of its own.

Harry Gregson-Williams and Atticus Rose each contributed to the film’s score.  Reportedly, Mann abandoned Gregson-Williams’ score almost completely favoring Rose’s despite both getting screen credit.

I saw the film when it hit theaters in 2015 and I was not initially a fan. Like any good Mann film, I gave it the benefit of the doubt.  FX recently debuted a director’s cut of the film which makes one major change in the film’s timeline, but doesn’t take or add any additional scenes.  The change does improve the flow of the film.

Blackhat is a unique entry in Mann’s collection of film, authentic to its core while carrying his familiar themes.  Despite my earlier misgivings, it is better than I remember and is a worthy addition to his body of work.

John McTiernan’s Predator – 30th Anniversary

This week was the 30th anniversary of John McTiernan’s iconic science-fiction action film Predator.  For their next discussion, Ben and Kyle talk about their love for the film why it remains an important part of American action cinema.

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KYLE: Ben, can you give us the background?

BEN:  In the fall of 1985, there was a joke running around Hollywood that Rocky Balboa had defeated all of his earthly opponents in Rocky IV and he would have to fight an alien if a fifth Rocky film were to be made.  Based on that idea, the unknown brother-writer team of Jim and John Thomas would morph the joke into what became John McTiernan’s second directorial turn, Predator.

20th Century Fox optioned the Thomas’ script, then entitled Hunter and gave it to producer Joel Silver, who was also developing Lethal Weapon for Warners.  Silver brought on Lawrence Gordon and John Davis as his producing partners and they brought on Arnold Schwarzenegger, whom Silver had worked with on Commando, also for Fox.

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KYLE:  I had no idea that the idea sprung from a Rocky joke!  Let’s dig into it.

BEN: Part Aliens, part The Thing, part Commando and full of machismo, McTiernan delivers a pulse-pounding action thriller that understands its purpose as both a sci-fi actioner and a military thriller.  It successfully blended both aspects together, dwelling on neither for too long.  From a story that reeks of the global socio-political situations in the mid-1980’s to an alien creature that is as well-hidden as its Xenomorph brethren from Alien and Aliens, they delivered something very unique.

KYLE: I love that it’s a merging three separate genres that unfolds over three unique acts.  It begins as a military thriller (love your term!) and then transitions into an And Then There Were None scenario during the second act.  Finally, it ends with a man vs. monster showdown that removes not only the established rules, but reveals the creature’s monstrous nature.   What about the amazing cast?

BEN: Schwarzenegger plays “Dutch” the leader of an elite group of soldiers who are tasked with retrieving a missing U.S. diplomat in the South American jungles.  Opposite him, in an ironic twist is Carl Weathers, who plays Dillion, an old friend of Dutch’s. The irony was that he played Apollo Creed in the-then four Rocky films.

While we all cheer for Schwarzenegger, the supporting cast really is the foundation of this film.  Bill Duke, who also starred in Commando with Schwarzenegger is beyond awesome, especially when he gets pissed off.  Sonny Landham, who starred in 48 Hrs. plays Billy, a ‘tracker’. Billy really resonated with Shane Black’s “Hawkins” raunchiness, which Billy only partially gets.  The gunner, Blaine is played by Jesse Ventura.  He looked like he had a lot of fun with this role, especially when he interacted with “Poncho” played by Richard Chaves: “I ain’t got time to bleed.”  “You got time to duck?”

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KYLE:  Yes!  I think it’s a testament to the script in how well each of the characters are distinctly developed.  It could have been easy to overdo the action and violence, but instead the story takes its time deliberately fleshing out each victim so their eventual death has more impact.  You mentioned machismo, and while I agree, there’s also a bit of deconstruction, such as Mac’s monologue to Blaine before the pig attack and Billy’s supernatural fear of the creature.  Speaking of, it was Stan Winston’s design right?

BEN: Interestingly, Richard Edlund developed the original creature, which proved unworkable in the jungle.  It was scrapped and redeveloped by Winston with the help of an unlikely source:  James Cameron.  R/Greenberg Associates, who received critical acclaim for their opening credits work on 1978’s Superman, were on board to help supervise the practical effects, giving us the now familiar infrared imagery from the Predator’s perspective.  The 1.85:1 aspect ratio that McTiernan and Donald McAlpine shot the movie in gave the film a visual intimacy, allowing the Predator to blend into the jungles, only revealing him late in the second act.

KYLE: I think that is one of the entire franchise’s best elements, how they weave together the POV’s of both the human characters and the alien.  McAlpine’s eye really captures some amazing shots, the intro of the team as they arrive in a helicopter in low light is fantastic, as is the wide shot of Poncho and Blaine underneath the hill as it explodes.  Every time the creature is revealed with that mask is both stunning and chilling.

BEN: Jean Claude Van Damme was originally signed to play the Predator, but it was thought that he was not menacing enough.  Kevin Peter Hall, who also played Harry in Harry and the Hendersons and would reprise his role in Predator 2 in 1990 filled the costume with his 7 ft 2 in frame.  He was the perfect size to play the behemoth.  Sadly, he died in 1991 at age 35.

Underscoring the onscreen action and the drama, was maestro Alan Silvestri.  His bombastic military themes, with deep brass expanded the stage while the brooding sci-fi themes underpinned the otherworldly nature of not only the Predator, but the jungle itself.

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KYLE: That is a great point!  From the second they repel down into the jungle, the viewer knows they’ve left the safety of the civilized world and entered a place of extreme danger.  The brotherhood building fantastic, because the characters (for the most part) work together against the threat, rather than it becoming a three-way dance between oppositions and I really respect that choice.  I think it’s one of the reasons the film remains a personal favorite for so many film lovers.

BEN: Watching the film on a big screen the other night was a treat.  The film’s looks hold up and its story is relevant today.  However, its pacing always felt just a bit off for me.  We go from longer sequences and typical sci-fi style edits to rapid-fire editing indicative of military films.  Oh, don’t mistake me.  The movie works because of its cast, the story, and for exactly the same reasons Alien, The Thing, and Aliens worked:  they all gave us relatable characters and a series of events building up to the big reveal.  They maximized the humanity while crafting the finite details and environment; and they weren’t worried about creating a world or a franchise.

KYLE: I can respect that.  I think I’d go 4 or 4.5/5 if I were pressed, but as a favorite, pure entertainment affair, this is one of the all-time greats for me.  I enjoy the pacing and the tonal shifts because I think it’s really Predator’s key to success.  The endless copies tried to emulate the formula and continually failed because they went to heavy on one of the themes rather than finding harmony, which McTiernan does with a great sense of style.  This was the beginning of his legacy.

BEN:  Jesse Ventura would go on to be governor of Minnesota and Schwarzenegger would go on to be governor of California (and he married Maria Shriver during this film’s production).  McTiernan went wide with this film and he would go even further with 1988’s Die Hard, setting up a solid track record of films with solid stories.  Joel Silver would go on to work on other big projects, giving us Lethal Weapon, of which Shane Black wrote the screenplay for, and would work with the Thomas brothers on 1996’s Executive Decision. Black, who caught a lucky break when Silver owed him a favor with his role as Hawkins, shadowed McTiernan and is writing and directing next year’s The Predator.

KYLE: The Thomas brothers would also write the script and Silvestri would score the second film as well.  You know I had to include a shameless plug for Predator 2!  What a fantastic franchise!  Highly recommended?

BEN: I respect the inclusion of Predator 2.  We are in agreement!

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Edward Zwick’s Courage Under Fire


The darker side of the military is a touchy subject for Hollywood, as it’s supposed to be an outfit that sets a glowing standard of honour and nobility for everyone. But, like any other business or organization, it has a flip side too, and in Edward Zwick’s Courage Under Fire we see just what can go wrong in the ranks when no one is looking. Denzel Washington plays a traumatized gulf war vet who is tasked with assessing whether a heroic, deceased helicopter pilot (Meg Ryan) is worthy of the medal of honour, which would be awarded to the first female officer in history. Only problem is, testimonies from her fellow comrades in arms simply don’t add up. Two in particular, played by a gaunt Matt Damon and an excellent Lou Diamond Phillips, certainly know more than they let on and appear to harbour some deep guilt riddled scandal. With some help from a stern superior general (Michael Moriarty) and a journalist source (Scott Glenn) Washington must navigate this minefield of misdeeds and deception, and the story takes him to some fairly visceral, intense places. It’s just shy of melodrama when the secrets do come out, the third act a horrifying exposé, everyone’s expectations and image of the platoon unravelling. The rest of the soldiers are played by a hectic bunch including Bronson Pinchot, Zelijko Ivanek, Sean Astin, Sean Patrick Thomas and Bruce McGill. Ryan fares well in a role that’s essentially just a plot device, as we already know the eventual outcome of her arc, but she adds mystery and resilience to the scenes she does get. It’s like a political horror story, this one, showing the absolute worst outcome of a situation like this, and the lengths some scared individuals will go to smother any mention of it. Zwick handles the broad strokes well, and we end up with quite a stalwart, fiercely made war piece. 

-Nate Hill

K Pax


K-Pax is a beautifully told, warmhearted film that despite being mildly frustrating in it’s persistent ambiguity, is no doubt a better film for never really drawing a line and stepping to one side of it. Kevin Spacey is charming and sad as a mysterious man called Prot. Prot lives in a psychiatric ward and claims to be from a distant planet (named K Pax, naturally) in a faraway galaxy. Jeff Bridges plays the kindly therapist assigned to take care of him and eventually coach him out of his delusions. But are they delusions? Prot boasts uncanny, impossible knowledge of the solar systems and beyond, and won’t budge on a single detail of his story, which is not characteristic of someone suffering mental illness. Is Prot really who he says he is, or simply a man with a past so deeply traumatic that he’s spun this web of science fiction around his pain and nestled into it like a cosmic comfort blanket? This is where the film refuses to delineate or choose, which is either it’s one fallacy or it’s strongest, bravest creative quality, I haven’t decided yet. It’s interesting that they’ve casted Bridges because there’s a noticeable vibe akin to John Carpenter’s Starman here, which he starred in. Spacey and him are pure magic, navigating their scenes of dialogue like a dance of light, showing kindness and compassion in a situation that breeds confusion and fear. The supporting cast is peppered with talent including David Patrick Kelly, Mary McCormack, Aaron Paul, Alfre Woodward and Bill Lucking, but it’s Bridges and Spacey’s show all the way, and they turn the script they’re given into spun gold. Not to mention the crisp, brilliantly lit cinematography courtesy of John Mathieson as well. It’s one thing to come across intelligent science fiction, but when a film has the emotional heft to back up the tech and brains, you get the whole package, and this one delivers. 

-Nate Hill

TWIN PEAKS: THE RETURN

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David Lynch appeared to take his considerable toybox and go home after the brave foray into no budget digital filmmaking and self distribution—please don’t forget that he attempted this with Inland Empire long before every Tom Dick and Harry grabbed a camera at Best Buy and broadcast themselves around the globe—resulted in mixed to poor critical reception and little by way of box office.  He had his painting, his music, his American Spirits and his own brand of damn fine coffee, which is to say most fans increasingly had little to no hope he’d get busy lensing his own unique brand of fiction again.  Flash forward twelve years, or for the die hards, twenty five, and a minor miracle has started to roll out before our eyes:  18 new hours of Mark Frost co-written, David Lynch directed Twin Peaks.   The beyond influential show returned in May, flush in the middle of television’s so called Golden Age, a time when expectations for cinematic sweep on the small screen have never been higher.  We’re six episodes in and it’s time for a reckoning:  Is Twin Peaks as good as it was when it unknowingly launched so many serialized dramas?  The answer to this question rests entirely on how big a fan you are of the mind and sensibility that dreamed the whole thing up.

Which is to say, Lynch managed to convince (although he almost didn’t; he famously quit the revival over a budget dispute, but the cast and fans came together online to make sure the production would continue) Showtime to fund 18 new hours of his own uncompromising, post 2000 id to sneak into our homes under a well known brand.  Twin Peaks: The Return is both familiar and alien, probably close to impenetrable if you’re not steeped in the original show and its prequel, and a delight for those of us who appreciate a surprise and a challenge.  Familiar faces show up with regularity, but the most familiar, that of Kyle McLachlan’s Special Agent Dale Cooper, is split into multiple roles in keeping with where he was left back in 1990 (trapped in the mystical Black Lodge, with an evil clone of himself let loose upon the world).  Over the first few episodes we jump around to places as far flung as Las Vegas, New York and South Dakota, meeting new characters and finding new mysteries that, on first blush, have nothing to do with the small town in the Pacific Northwest that harbors so many secrets.  Lynch cracks that toybox open and draws from everything he’s ever made, one minute staging an interdimensional breakout of our hero that feels like a mashup of Eraserhead and Inland Empire; the next, he’s channeling Blue Velvet’s horrific Frank Booth by way of Frank Silva’s Killer Bob—in the body of Kyle MacLachlan yet again.  And make no mistake, this is MacLachlan’s show.  He’s been given so many new notes to hit that it puts the viewer in a near-constant state of disconcertion—just the way Lynch intends, no doubt.  He’s taken a career-defining role and blown it open in all sorts of new directions, so far turning it into an even better crowning achievement than the magnificent original character was.

Catching references to earlier episodes, the film, and other Lynch works is a good piece of the fun, but the proceedings are once again grounded by Mark Frost, a seasoned television writer who maintains the ability to bring his partner in crime just close enough to terra firma that we’re clearly seeing a large and well-conceived interlocking mystery slowly spreading out.  We’ve had multiple murders, with a larger variety of law enforcement entities investigating them, and an increasingly large set of bad guys as well—some clearly not of this earth.  Each week brings a new twist, an old friend, and quite likely a road that will lead many characters back to Twin Peaks itself.  In addition to the mystery, though, there’s perhaps more humor than we’ve ever seen, dashes of the soapy drama that sucked in average viewers oh those many moons ago, and several striking moments of sentimentality that underline Lynch’s very idiosyncratic but near complete mastery of tone.  This new beast can switch between comedy, horror, steamy sex and indescribable surreality, all in the space of a scene or two.  In short, David Lynch is back in action, doing what he does best, and not caring one iota if you like it or not.  So far it’s a bravura reimagining and expansion of what fans knew and loved, or perhaps hated, about the original.  It’s clear that Lynch has keenly watched his progeny develop must-see serialized dramas like Breaking Bad and Mad Men (both of which are visually referenced throughout), mashed up the best instincts behind those shows with his extremely unique perspective and obsessions, and we the audience are all the better for it.

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Wayne Kramer’s Pawn Shop Chronicles 


If Tales From The Crypt were set in the Deep South with more of a pulp crime vibe, you’d get Wayne Kramer’s Pawn Shop Chronicles, a sweaty, sleazy anthology mixup with one legendary ensemble cast and a deliberative effort to disturb the audience at every turn. Segmented into three zany outings, each one connected to a shady pawn shop run by Vincent D’Onofrio and Chi McBride, by a different specific item each time. In the first it’s a shotgun which passes through a few different meth addled hands, as two strung out junkies (Paul Walker and Lukas Haas) foolishly try to rob their cook/dealer (Norman Reedus, but it could have been anyone because you literally never see his face). This is one grease-ball comedy of errors, as these two morons are way too high to actually get anything done, their feverish efforts culminating in a noisy Mexican standoff, an enjoyable bit especially to see Walker playing way against type. The second story is the most perversely extreme, as we see Matt Dillon and his new bride buying a wedding ring from the very same shop. Suddenly he recognizes another ring that belonged to his missing ex wife and gets all determined to track her down. This leads him to the home of clean cut yuppie Elijah Wood, who of course is anything but innocent and one ups his depraved character in Sin City, no easy task if you’ve seen that film. Speaking of one upping, director Kramer seems to be trying to outdo himself and churn out a story more sickening than the infamous ‘Hansel and Gretel’ sequence in his crime masterpiece Running Scared. While not quite as effective as that, this midsection will make many squirm and have you nervously eyeing both the door and the spot on the seat in front of you where a barf bag should be. The third and silliest tale sees Brendan Fraser as a sad-sack Elvis impersonator who can’t hold down a gig. It’s odd because this sequence is sort of pleasant even, Fraser being his usual affable self makes you feel vaguely comforted after the heinous happenings in the previous Matt Dillon bit. I wish I could rave about this flick, but there’s a few inconsistencies; some of the writing is shallow and disengaged, and in other spots it tries to hard to be shocking, while in Running Scared, for example, that just came organically somehow. However, it’s never short on entertainment value and you certainly won’t forget it anytime soon after. Plus there’s even more actors in the impressive lineup including DJ Qualls, Pell James, Kevin Rankin, Sam Jennings, Matt O Leary, Michael Cudlitz, Ashlee Simpson and Thomas Jane as a mysterious cowboy apparition. The very concept of a southern themed, vaguely horror anthology set around a pawn shop is brilliant though, and this almost seems ripe for an episodic streaming pickup, via Netflix or the like. 

-Nate Hill

Immortal: Ad Vitam


Immortal: Ad Vitam is comic book based high fantasy that wasn’t handed a budget big enough to sustain it’s visual dreams, and sadly as a result is the oddest looking thing ever, like a cross between a screensaver and an early 90’s video game cut scene. Set in some distant surreal future where ancient Egyptian gods (who may just be extraterrestrials) rule over a stylized New York City full of mutant humans, it’s a striking yet incomplete vision. When god Horus is sentenced to die, he descends from a giant floating pyramid in the sky and searches for both a male human host to carry his essence and a female one to bear a child, continuing his holy lineage in case he gets caught. Or… something like that, it’s a weird ass movie. German actor Thomas Kretschmann plays Nikopol, a prisoner who escapes cryo-incarceration after a ward malfunction, now on the loose and playing host to Horus, who’s thoughts he can hear in his head. A rogue doctor (Charlotte Rampling) has discovered a girl (Linda Hardy) she deems a genetic anomaly, also catching Horus’s attention. Now, the creator of the comic book, Enki Bilal, is also credited as director and seems to be adapting his own work, but it’s a shame that he didn’t strive for proper funding in order to sell the visual effects, because as it is now I can’t even give the film a decent rep simply based on the kindergarten level CGI that permeates the whole thing and pulls you right out of the story. It’s sad because the story has such promise, it’s really a creative blast with some unique ideas, and the human actors hold their own, especially Kretschmann, but they’re afloat in a pixelated, ill rendered botch-job of a visual palette and it’s quite a drag to have to sit through. Some of the cityscapes look reasonably polished, but as soon as we zoom in and see gods or human/animal splices walking around it’s cringe time. I will say that effects aside they’ve created a terrifically eerie atmosphere though, truly otherworldly, dreamy Blade Runner style aura that helps quite a bit. Perhaps one day they can go back with money, a team and fix all the potholes so one can truly enjoy this potentially great film. Until then, it’s a bit hard to take seriously as a whole. 

-Nate Hill

The Watcher


A prevailing thought while viewing The Watcher was that Keanu Reeves is an odd choice to play a lone wolf serial killer, but he actually suits it pretty well. The film itself is muddy and middle of the road, pitting haggard big city cop James Spader against Reeves’s beast who takes extreme pleasure in taunting him at every turn. This gets so bad that poor Spader has a breakdown, loses all hope and moves to a different city half across the country. Reeves just can’t seem to quit the game though, and follows him right over there for more murderous shenanigans. It’s your classic 90’s cop vs. killer tale, and for the most part it’s not bad. The bleak, nocturnal nightscapes help Reeves creep around and nab his victims as well as provide an oppressive urban atmosphere. It’s nice to see casting like this as far as the villain is concerned; so often these killers are played by eccentric, freaky looking character actors or go-to antagonist players, but by casting a golden boy leading man like Keanu they’ve upturned the trend and made the character more striking. Also, a chiselled babe like him is far more likely to believably lure off girls than some wild eyed, Gary Busey type you’d usually find here. Points for that too. The additional players add class, including Chris Ellis, Ernie Hudson and Marisa Tomei. This one won’t go down in history simply because it’s in dime-a-dozen territory. There’s just too too many cop/killer films from back then, and if one of them doesn’t have a key quality to make it stick and endure, it’ll fade into obscurity, like Reeves receding back into the inky night after a fresh kill. It’s not bad in itself though, if mostly just for him and the urban ambience he stalks through. 

-Nate Hill

DAVID FINCHER’S THE CURIOUS CASE OF BENJAMIN BUTTON — A REVIEW BY NICK CLEMENT

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Many people seem to love to hate David Fincher’s divisive, Oscar-baiting epic The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, but I’m definitely not in that group. This is a ravishing movie, filled with more emotion and heart than any previous Fincher film and any Fincher film to come after. Yes, the heart that beats all throughout this somber and exquisitely rendered romantic fable may be a tad cold, but that’s the Finch for you — if he’s going to offer ANY sort of sentiment he’s going to do it on his terms and in his special way. This is a perverse movie in retrospect, a film with a bleeding-heart romance at its core, but one that keeps its lovebirds separated for most of the narrative, due in no small part to the surreal quality that the film’s twist so mind-bogglingly explores. This is sumptuous, old-fashioned filmmaking studded with new-fashioned techniques and technology, and of course Fincher created a digitally altered character that’s more introverted and reserved than flashy and garish. This is a film filled with magical realism, allusions to other great literary works, romantic fantasy, and all of it is pulled together with flawless, groundbreaking visual effects that heighten the story instead of overpowering, great performances from a fully loaded cast, breathtaking cinematography from Claudio Miranda that’s all silky shadows with a stunning quality of light that repeatedly casts a cinematic spell over the viewer, and lush production design by Donald Graham Burt that feels wonderfully old and new at the same time. Every creative element was in perfect harmony with the melancholic notes of Alexandre Desplat’s sweeping original score. At times, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button feels like one of the most expensive art films ever made.

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Based on the short story by F. Scott Fitzgerald, the film is the quirky and odd story of Benjamin Button (Brad Pitt), a human being who is born as an old man, and who then ages in reverse, thus complicating every facet of his life. Pitt’s acting talent has long been underrated if not outright ignored, and in this film, he gave a quietly expressive performance, similar to his work in The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford. He’s playing an observant character, not a man of fast action, and because of this, there’s this potential sense of aimlessness and purposelessness that some people had with his character. Not me. I find these roles to be perfect vessels for actors to allow themselves to be ensconced in an environment, letting everything wash over, allowing them time to contemplate the grand ideas of life, something that happens on more than one occasion to Benjamin during the course of the film. Pitt is matched every step of the way by the luminous Cate Blanchett, playing his eternal love interest, and the two of them shared spellbinding on-screen chemistry that you can truly feel in every scene. Watching the two of them find each other and then drift apart then back together again throughout the sprawling narrative is the stuff of genuine heartache, and Fincher, ever the smiling sadist, is happy to break their hearts, and ours, more than once.

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The episodic but perfectly balanced screenplay from big-gun scribe Eric Roth (which he wrote from a story he concocted with screenwriter Robin Swicord) does share some of the spirit and structure of Forrest Gump, another film that Roth adapted for the screen and which features an inwardly main character who goes through a variety of life experiences set against the backdrop of the expanding country all around him. Roth always brings intelligence to his work – this is the man responsible for helping craft the scripts to The Insider, The Good Shepherd, Munich, and Ali (to name just a few) – and while Fincher certainly gets his customary mileage out of the visual aspects to this tremendous story, Roth’s poetic dialogue and heartbreaking notions about life never get lost on the audience or on Fincher as a director. Working with his most eloquent of scripts, Fincher was able to craft a film that felt real and right and true, even with a story device that is high-concept yet cerebral.

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This is a piece of work where death hangs over the proceedings at all times, very much in an ominous fashion, and the way that Fincher combined these dark themes with an ultimately uplifting message is a stroke of pure directorial finesse. Some of the best scenes of this movie involve the relationship between Pitt and Tilda Swinton in that lovingly burnished hotel which reveals multiple layers of romantic longing that boils the blood in your veins. When this film was released, many people scoffed at it, calling it Fincher’s desperate bid for Academy recognition, and yes, it landed a slew of nominations, but if memory serves me, it went home empty handed in all categories. The film performed well enough at the box office ($250 million worldwide or something close to that) but I’ve always felt that this movie got a big shrug from many Fincher loyalists. I’d take this movie ANY DAY over something like Gone Girl or The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. For as fine as those two genre thrillers ended up being, while watching, you sense an artist on autopilot, directing splashy material that’s beneath his level of smarts and filmmaking savvy. With The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Fincher stepped outside of his comfort zone more than he ever has, and made a sweeping and romantic film on his terms.

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B Movie Glory: Progeny


What do you get if you cross Rosemary’s Baby with The X Files? 1998’s Progeny, or something like it anyway. Surprisingly thoughtful, restrained and adept for a B movie, it’s got a tightly wound little story about a human woman (Jillian McWhirter) who is impregnated by extraterrestrials that are tinkering around with our biology for who knows why. Her husband (Arnold ‘Imhotep’ Vosloo) is at a loss and doesn’t know where to turn as her condition gets progressively more… icky. Help comes in the form of two kindly doctors (Lindsay Crouse and Wilford ‘Diabeetus’ Brimley) and a UFO-ologist played by an unusually laid back Brad Dourif, but will their collective effort be enough to save her life, remove whatever being is in her womb and escape the attention of the aliens for good? Browsing the shelves this looks like a full on schlock-fest based on the cast and general vibe, but it’s something a bit more tasteful that takes itself just seriously enough to separate it from the mass of junk in this arena. Don’t get me wrong, there’s some slick scares and a few gooey wtf moments, but they’re used with a modicum of discretion and as such feel earned, always taking a backseat to the actors who give the human drama weight. Great little forgotten sci-if/horror. 

-Nate Hill