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Showing posts with label There Will Be Blood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label There Will Be Blood. Show all posts

Thursday, April 24, 2008

This backlash follows a perfect storm of anti-intellectual prejudice: Movies are considered fun that needn’t be taken seriously. Movies contain ideas better left unexamined. Movies generate capital in all directions. The latter ethic was overwhelmingly embraced by media outlets during the Reagan era, exemplified by the sly shift from reporting on movies to featuring inside-industry coverage....

This disrespect for thinking—where film criticism blurred with celebrity gossip—has resulted in today’s cultural calamity. Buyouts and dismissals are, of course, unfortunate personal setbacks; but the crisis of contemporary film criticism is that critics don’t discuss movies in ways that matter. Reviewers no longer bother connecting movies to political or moral ideas (that’s was what made James Agee’s review of The Human Comedy and Bosley Crowther’s review of Rocco and His Brothers memorable). Nowadays, reviewers almost never draw continuity between new films and movie history—except to get it wrong, as in the idiotic reviews that belittled Neil Jordan’s sensitive, imaginative The Brave One (a movie that brilliantly contrasts vengeful guilt to 9/11 aftershock) as merely a rip-off of the 1970s exploitation feature Death Wish.

If the current indifference to critical thought is a tragedy, it’s not just for the journalism profession betraying its promise of news and ideas but also for those bloggers. The love of movies that inspires their gigabytes of hyperbole has been traduced to nonsense language and non-thinking. It breeds a new pinhead version of fan-clubism.
"What We Don't Talk About When We Talk About Movies": Armond White argues that film reviewing in America has gone completely off the rails.
What we don’t talk about when we talk about movies these days reveals that we have not moved past the crippling social tendency that 1990s sociologists called Denial. The most powerful, politically and morally engaged recent films (The Darjeeling Limited, Private Fears in Public Places, World Trade Center, The Promise, Shortbus, Ask the Dust, Akeelah and the Bee, Bobby, Running Scared, Munich, War of the Worlds, Vera Drake) were all ignored by journalists whose jobs are to bring the (cultural) news to the public. Instead, only movies that are mendacious, pseudo-serious, sometimes immoral or socially retrograde and irresponsible (4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days, Army of Shadows, United 93, Marie Antoinette, Zodiac, Last Days, There Will Be Blood, American Gangster, Gone Baby Gone, Letters From Iwo Jima, A History of Violence, Tarnation, Elephant) have received critics’ imprimatur.

That there isn’t a popular hit among any of these films proves how critics have failed to rouse the moviegoing public in any direction.
There's a little too much of Matthew Arnold here for me, and anyway I think he's misread There Will be Blood (actually very good) and World Trade Center (actually pretty pernicious) at least—but I can't disagree too vehemently with anyone who gets this out there:
Critics say nothing about movies that open up complex meaning or richer enjoyment. That’s why they disdained the beauty of The Darjeeling Limited: Wes Anderson’s confrontation with selfishness, hurt and love were too powerful, too humbling. It’s no wonder that the audience for movies shrinks into home-viewership; they also shrink away from movies as a great popular art form.

Friday, March 21, 2008

Friday night is stupid YouTube night.

* News of a new David Cross/Bob Odenkirk HBO series brings a MetaFilter thread full of classic Mr. Show videos.

* Asking random celebrities who would win in a fight, a minotaur with a trident or a centaur with a crossbow. Via MeFi.

* There Will Be Vader.

(The centaur, obviously.)

Monday, February 25, 2008

InContention has a list of the top ten cinematic moments of 2007. (Part 1, Part 2.)

I'll go along with a lot of what's said here—though I can't help noting that Tapley is a bit over-appreciative of The Assassination of Jesse James; that the best shots of There Will Be Blood surely beat all comers; and that the omission of the opening sequence of Darjeeling Limited (out on DVD tomorrow!) is simply inexcusable.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Saturday potpourri:

* Science is still teasing me with dreams of immortality:
A genetically engineered organism that lives 10 times longer than normal has been created by scientists in California. It is the greatest extension of longevity yet achieved by researchers investigating the scientific nature of ageing.
* At culturemonkey, Ryan's got an essential take on There Will Be Blood that I think people who have seen the movie should be very interested in reading. (There's a good sidebar on No Country for Old Men too, the movie with which There Will Be Blood will forever be paired.) Click the [+/-] for a brief, spoiler-laden excerpt.
In TWBB one gets the impression from Eli, a grotesque parody of Christianity as both the paradigmatic model for non-capitalist politics and a type of show business, that stories can no longer be seriously invested in. Instead we learn to see Plainview the same way he sees others: "I see the worst in people. I don't have to look past seeing them to get all I need." In the much-criticized final showdown in the bowling alley, this impression of God and his earthly salesmen is rendered painfully concrete. It's the scene where the film's facade of realism, though always unsettled, is strained to the point of absurdity: the priest recants, he is made to suffer for his sins, and behold, his milkshake, it hath been drunk! But not even the grand narrative of entrepreneurial capitalism can survive past the last shot. The realization that has been building over the course of the film, in the form of Plainview's increasingly strained encounters with Standard Oil and the unstoppable expansion of monopoly power it represents -- that the individual capitalist is no longer a suitable vessel for the daemon of capital -- comes at last to fruition, and so with the resignation "I'm finished," the lights go out. The camera apparently hasn't the right to follow. But is it irrational hope to wonder if nostalgia for the end of a distant era can reflect any light back on the end of one still present? Or has Plainview eaten that as well?
Not to toot my own horn, but I think there have been some interesting points made by both Ryan and myself in the comments of that post, too.

* Sci-Fi Weekly has a good interview with George Romero on Diary of the Dead and what's next for the definitive zombie franchise.
Romero: I have this balls-out comedy zombie thing that I have wanted to do for three years. It's basically the coyote and the roadrunner. It's one human and one zombie. You can do a lot of damage to a zombie and it still lives. So I just had this idea that I'd love to do that as almost a cartoon. That's the one that's closest to my heart, but I don't know if anyone's ever going to get it enough to say, "OK, we'll finance that."
* Although most people have been saying that the writers' strike won them a good deal, delightful crackpot Harlan Ellison insists the writers actually got taken for a ride.

* It has become so much part of conventional wisdom that affluence is a problem that it is hard to imagine that attitudes were ever different. The media is full of stories about problems that allegedly owe much to our affluent lifestyles, including environmental degradation, social inequalities and even mental illness. Daniel Ben-Ami at the Spiked Review of Books remembers John Kenneth Galbraith's excellent The Affluent Society as a prelude to launching a broadside attack on it.

* And at the Valve, John Holbo says Douglas Wolk's Reading Comics is the best work of literary criticism of the last year. I've been meaning to pick this up; now I have no excuse not to.

Friday, January 25, 2008

It gives nothing away about There Will Be Blood to say first that the movie is excellent and second that it is impossibly ludicrous to expect a 23-year-old actor, Paul Dano (right), to play 35 years old.

It's bad enough that the movie is also very unclear that Dano is actually playing twins. But when the movie jumps about fifteen years forward in time from the early 1910s to 1927, the reappearance of Dano looking exactly the same age entirely kills the moment. I've even seen speculation that the final scene was a dream—realism is that challenged.

That's Dano-as-35 in the photo, by the way. I know I can be a bit of a nitpicker, but it just doesn't work.