Sunday, February 24, 2013

Zero Dark Thirty

A few minutes after I left the theater I became aware my jaw was sore.  At first I didn't know why, then I realized I had been clenching my teeth for nearly the duration of the movie, Zero Dark Thirty, director Kathryn Bigelow's taut and riveting account of the hunt for Osama bin Laden.  The amazing part of my jaw soreness, is that while there is action to be had, in particular the assault on bin Laden's compound, most of the movie takes place in drab CIA offices or dingy CIA prison cells, or "Black Sites."

Zero Dark Thirty, unsurprisingly I suppose, has generated quite a bit of controversy over the scenes that take place in those far off secret prisons.  Namely, torture generally; waterboarding specifically.  The movie does not shy away from showing the "enhanced interrogation techniques" in action.  As anyone who has even accidentally watched the news in the last 10 years should know, the debate over the use of these methods has been spirited to say the least.  The movies portrayal of CIA operatives using torture to extract intelligence that eventually lead to discovering bin Laden's hideout is disputed by such disparate senatorial luminaries as John McCane and Diane Feinstein.  The official US government line is that waterboarding and it's equally unpleasant cousins were not used in the search for bin Laden...or at least did not result in useful intel.  However, Bigelow and screenwriter Mark Boal have stuck to their guns and insist that they based their screenplay on actual first person accounts of the events.  So, who knows I guess.  Regardless of where you stand on the issue, to say the torture scenes are uncomfortable is putting it mildly.

But, fortunately, there is much more to the movie than just that.  Jessica Chastain is a young CIA operative named Maya who we meet in 2003 when she arrives in Pakistan.  She is part of the group responsible for following leads on the whereabouts of bin Laden.  She seems in over her head at first, even frail, but quickly shows a steely will behind her delicate, porcelain facade.  She believes if they can find bin Laden's courier, he will eventually lead them to the Osama.  The process is agonizingly tedious; as leads dry up or hit dead ends the years drag on and for Maya's bosses, finding bin Laden becomes more and more of a secondary, or even lower, priority.  But Maya doggedly, and irritatingly to her superiors, refuses to give up.

In the same way Lincoln--a movie whose only other similarity is that it chronicles an important chapter of American History--excels at making a bunch of conversations about government a fascinating thing to watch, so does Zero Dark Thirty with conversations about intelligence.  I'll grant that not everyone is going to enjoy that; it can be very technical and jargony.  Some may find themselves scratching their heads at terms like "op sec" and "tradecraft."  But the pace is hardly plodding, and we zip through the years of the hunt at a breakneck pace.  As I alluded to at the beginning, this will be considered an action movie by some, but there is not as much shoot 'em up action as you might expect.  Despite that, the movie never relaxes and I was always anticipating something happening...in a good way.  Whether it was a suicide bombing, a shootout, or a new nugget of intel coming in.  Who knew a conference room could be so intense?

This is due in no small part to the great perfromances from the supporting cast.  Chastain is really the only main character and is terrific, but the others are very good as well.  Kyle Chandler, Jennifer Ehle, and Jason Clark all turn in excellent performances as fellow CIA staffers.

When the real action finally does begin, it's fantastic.  Of course, this is the raid on bin Laden's hideaway.  It's an incredible set piece, with Navy SEALs slicing through the shadows with surgical precision.  A lot of it is shown from their POV through night vision goggles and there is no soundtrack other than the scuffle of boots on the ground, pinpoint machine gunfire, and their communications.  It's gripping despite the known outcome.

It's not a perfect movie, and one does wonder about how factual it actually is, essentially making the case that a single CIA operative was the driving force in pushing the hunt for bin Laden forward for over a decade.  But it is a movie after all, not an historical record, and it's strengths more then outweigh it's weaknesses.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Die Hard

Mostly for reasons explained elsewhere I missed out on a lot of the 80's and early 90's era action movies. I have since made up for lost time, checking many if the "classics" off my list: Terminator 1 & 2, Rambo, Predator, Commando, Big Trouble in Little China, Lethal Weapon, etc. (To this day I've still never seen a Jean Claude van Damme movie, but somehow I don't think I'm missing much there.). Their was a gap in my catalog, though, a gaping one. I had never seen a Die Hard movie. This wasn't intentional, it was just one of those things. Recently, I finally had my chance,or so I thought.

I few months ago I DVR'd Die Hard off of HBO, along with several hours of other movies my wife had no interest in watching. In an effort to free up some space for some TV shows based on fairy tails or something, my wife decided to erase some of my movies. Being the considerate woman that she is, even when erasing my unwatched movies, she made an effort to erase the most likely to have already been seen.  When I returned home one night to find Die Hard missing I was incredulous.

"Why did you erase Die Hard?!"
"I needed the space and it was the oldest one.  What's the big deal, you've seen Die Hard before."
"No I haven't!"
"Really?"
"No."
"Really??"

When even your wife is shocked to learn you've never seen Die Hard--and she has!--it's time to take matters into your hands to rightfully reclaim your man card.  Once word got out to a few of my buddies, it became our collective mission to get me to the Greek, so to speak.  And no, I haven't seen that movie either, fortunately.

So, on Monday three of my buddies, (all Critical Errors contributors) Peter, Rhett, and Josh came over to join me on my maiden viewing.  If only I had known what I was missing!

Die Hard may be the best action movie in the long and storied history action movies.  I type that without an iota of irony in my meaning.  It is seriously great.

Being most likely the last man standing not to have seen it, I'll skip an indepth rehash of the plot.  To put it into a couple of sentences, Bruce Willis stars as NYPD cop John McClane who is in LA to try to patch things up with his estranged wife, a big wig at a multi-national corporation.  While visiting her at her company Christmas party in a high-rise office building, terrorists lead by Hans Gruber (Alan Rickman) take over the building; action-comedy thrill ride ensues.

That's one of the things that makes it work.  The plot is simple, not surprising for an action movie, but also reasonably plausible.  No, in real life McClane is unlikely to survive the ordeal and no one's finger tips are that strong, but director John McTiernan does a great job of pushing the action envelope of plausibility to the very limits without somehow ripping it clean open.  Make no mistake, he comes very close to shredding the envelope into a thousand tiny pieces, but doesn't quite get there.  Not only is the action plausible, but holds up remarkably well for a 25 year old movie.  Yes, you read that right.  Die Hard is 25 years old!  But other than the costumes, cars, and maybe a couple other minor details, Die Hard may as well have been made last month.  No small feat when you consider the high-tech special effects we all take for granted these days.

Another strength are the two leads, Bruce Willis and Alan Rickman.  The screenplay blesses both with some really great things to say, and they both say them with appropriate zeal.  Willis as the wry, streetwise cop cracking wise and Rickman as a smart smooth talking German with a dry wit of a Brit.  Any action movie worth it's weight in C4 explosive needs a few memorable one-liners and it's like Willis and Rickman were in a contest of who could deliver the most and the best one.  Tough call, but Rickman's dead pan, "I read about them in Time magazine," might be my favorite line in the movie.  It's probably a better line in context.  Are there some cheeseball lines in there?  Heck yes!  But, again...action movie.

There is one glaring weakness, however, and it nearly kills the momentum about halfway through.  After LAPD beat sergeant Al Powell, played by who children of the '90's will recognize as Carl Winslow from Family Matters Reginald VelJohnson, is tipped off by McClane that terrorist have taken hostages (by dropping a dead terrorist onto the hood of his squad car--brilliant), Powell calls in the cavalry, the rest of LAPD.  While VelJohnson is fine as the lifeline to McClane over the radio, the weakness is Paul Gleason as Deputy Chief of Police Dwayne T. Robinson.  It's not Gleason's fault really.  Robinson is written like the biggest twit in law enforcement.  He's a boorish idiot and it really doesn't serve the plot in any meaningful way for him to be so.  It comes off as lazy to have the suit-wearing-desk-jockey-cop-in-charge be an utter moron, but fortunately after his initial appearance he only shows up in small doses for the rest of the movie.  The movie has so much going for it that he doesn't ruin everything, but it definitely went off the rails for a bit.

Fortunately, it finishes strong.

Bottom line, I had a blast--pun intended--watching it with my buddies and is one of the most enjoyable action movies I've ever seen.  The experience was definitely enhanced by watching it with a bunch of guys cracking one-liners of their own and remembering the big moments and telling me,"Dude, this next part is awesome!"  But it's not crazy to say it's the best ever, in 1988 or 2018.  Yippe kay yay....well, you know the rest.


Friday, February 1, 2013

TV Extravaganza: 30 Rock, The Americans, Parenthood

Well, my last post went over like a lead balloon.  Apparently not a lot of 1980's game show enthusiasts trolling my corner of the web or among my loyal fans.  Oh well, I enjoyed the walk down whammy lane.

Moving on.

Let's talk TV.  Three things:

1.  Yesterday was the series finale of 30 Rock.  To which I can only say, blerg.  My wife and I have been fans of Tina Fey's brainchild since the beginning, thanks to Jenna Fischer--no, really (thank you MySpace)--and it has been one fun ride.  No show could match 30 Rock's jokes-per-minute pace, save for maybe Arrested Developement but the cats at TGS are the champs by volume (thanks to AD's tragically short run).  There have been so many great gags and throw-away lines over it's seven seasons that it's immently rewatchable.  I love watching old episodes and culling out new one-liners for every occasions.  I'd love to have the comedic mind-grapes of Tina Fey and her slew of writers.

Besides the terrific jokes, what made 30 Rock unique was there was never any of that cliche' staple of the sitcom of the two leads of opposite sex ever hooking up.  Fey's frazzeled and trying-to-have-it-all Liz Lemon and Alec Baldwin's Vice President of East Coast Televison and Microwave Progarmming Jack Donaghy were close plutonically, rare in TV shows, and well, life, I guess.  But as weird and unlikely buddies, Fey, the liberal "artist" with a degree in Theater Tech and an unhealthy relationship with ham, and Baldwin, as the conservative corporate raider with mommy issues and a perfect head suit, had more on screen chemistry than most TV "couples."

Liz Lemon and Jack Donaghy are two of the greatest television characters ever.  There supporing cast was pretty great too.  Tracy Morgan's Tracy Jordan is the hilarious amalgem of every crazy celebrity to grace the headlines of TMZ, and Morgan is alarmingly natural in the role.  Jenna Maroney, played by Jane Krakowski, is equally insane, never growing out of the paranoid insecurity of a second-rate child star from Florida.  Results were mixed with Jenna, but still solid comedic chops from Krakowski.  The ancillary characters were great too:  applefaced goon and possibly immortal Kenneth the page, balding submits-to-dominant-exercise-dummies Pete, Twofer, Frank, and even Lutz.

Though comedy was obviously king, 30 Rock had no shortage of heart and was adept at pulling it off without being cloying or precious.  The end of the penultimate episode is the perfect example, a heartwarming final moment that is still funny and so 30 Rock.

I will miss Liz and Jack and the rest of the TGS gang.

2.  Watched the pilot for the new FX show The Americans.  Pretty great.  It stars Keri Russell and Matthew Rhys as Elizabeth and Philip Jennings, Soviet spies living as a married American couple in early 1980's Washington, DC.  When I first heard about this show I was very excited, as I love Cold War era spy stuff, but I was concerned with the casting of Keri Russell.  I haven't seen her in much, I was never a Felicity watcher, but the with few times I'd seen her in something and her cutsie look, I wasn't sure if she had the gravitas to play a ruthless KGB operative.  Uh, wrong.  She's like Shaft; a bad motha--shut your mouth!  Granted, it's only been one episode, but she is ruthless and intense.  Rhys is more than solid as well, but as the softer touch of the two.  It's a pretty clever plan by the producers, to make the husband the half of the spy couple who seems more enticed by the American way of life.

From the looks of the pilot, the series will feature plenty of action, some intense old school cloak-and-dagger stuff, the mental toll of duty to county and possiblity of the good life as a defector, the moral ambiguity of the espionage game on both sides, not to mention the equally ambiguous nature of a family life built on a lie.  The couple has two pre-teen kids who don't know what their parents really are and at times it appears Elizabeth and Philip aren't really sure who or what they are either.

It was a great opening to the series and I'm looking forward to more.

3.  The wife and I finally started watching Parenthood the other night.  Not the Ron Howard directed movie, but the Ron Howard produced TV show.  We had watched the first couple episodes a couple years ago and really enjoyed it, but for some reason never followed up with it.  Inspired by a Grantland article encouraging binge watching it, we gave it nother go and ended up mini-binging the first four episodes in one shot.

Couldn't be more different than The Americans, or Breaking Bad  or Mad Men or the host of other acclaimed TV dramas of the past several years.  And I think that's why I like it.  While I do love many of those shows, they're all pretty dark and heavy, so it's nice to have a drama that is a little more lighthearted and a lot more relatable.  Not that Parenthood is all giggles and smiles, like any real family the Braverman's have real family problems, and the show has gotten a repuation as an eye-wetter, but tonally it is much different from any of those other shows.  Sometimes something good happens!  And very few people die or get their feet run over by riding lawnmowers.

The performances feel authentic.  Peter Krause, Monica Potter, Craig T. Nelson, Dax Shepherd, Lauren Graham, and the rest of the cast are all great.  They seem like they might actually be a real family.

It's a family drama that rings true as it warms the heart and wets the eyes.  Looking forward to binge watching some more soon.