Showing posts with label Tom Hanks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tom Hanks. Show all posts

Sunday, July 3, 2011

I Think I Hated That Movie

Over the past month, I have found myself walking out of several movie theaters with my final commentary on the film being "I think I hated that." The most vivid instances of this disdain were after seeing The Tree of Life, Green Lantern, and the recent Hanks/Roberts collab, Larry Crowne. Unfortunately, these were all movies that I had to pay for (whereas many, I see for free through the internship). My mom suggested that it may be karma evening the scales. Whatever it is, I don't like it.


1. THE TREE OF LIFE -- I saw The Tree of Life shortly after is came out in Philadelphia. I had no real idea what to expect because it had done so well at Cannes, but, from watching the trailers, I could not figure out what the film was about. Then I learned that the reason for that was that the film is hardly about anything. It was artsy to the extreme. There were metaphors, whispered lines, and Sean Penn really earning his money by sitting in chairs and looking out windows. I must say that it was a beautiful film. It showed the full capabilities of film and utilized a new storytelling style. The cinematographer, Emmanuel Lubezki, should be crowned king of cinematographers. The film is very high art, which makes it extremely inaccessible to most people, which explains the "ugh" reaction from half the audience. I didn't really feel for any of the characters, which severely lessened my investment in the film. Further, Malick suggested a whole bunch of metaphors that he never wrapped up or connected to the other storyline. For these reasons, I appreciated The Tree of Life, but strongly disliked it.



2. GREEN LANTERN -- I disliked The Tree of Life becasue it was high art, an acquired taste, you might say. Green Lantern, I disliked for it's lack of taste. For one thing, I severely dislike Blake Lively, in no small part because of her annoying blonde leggy-ness. However, my adoration for Ryan Reynolds outweighs said ill-feelings. Though Reynolds was delightful, the film in general was just "too." Too many special effects, especially when it seemed that Reynolds was doing a "head-in-the-hole" picture becasue his suit and the background were both computer generated, too much make-up on Peter Sarsgaard, making him look laughable rather than menacing (although he did the maniacal act well), too many hokey morals, like when fear is literally ruining the world and courage is the only solution, and finally, too many butt and boob centric (and work inappropriate) outfits for Lively. Although the same could be said for Reynolds, since the studio could have saved millions on special effects by simply painting Reynold's abs green. I know that this common fare for super hero movies, but so many comic adaptations -- particularly X-men and Batman -- have added a little something extra. I wish this had too.


3. LARRY CROWNE -- In the credits for Larry Crowne, I learned that (1) Tom Hanks directed it and (2) Nia Vardalos co-wrote it. I took these as good signs since I enjoy That Thing You Do and My Big Fat Greek Wedding, and it's always nice to see mentor-protegee type teams staying together. But then the movie sucked. The only thing I liked from it was the scenes of the Vespa-gang, which I thought was cute. However, the rest of it was kind of horrible. Almost every character was annoying, most of all Julia Roberts and GuGu Mbatha-Raw. Even Hanks, who was fairly likable, wasn't someone you'd want to be friends with in real life. Further, the entire film was completely improbable, from the 24/7 yard sale hosted by Cedric the Entertainer and Taraji P. Henson (the best characters in the movie), to Wilmer Valderrama feeling threatened by Tom Hanks, to the Hanks-Roberts coupling even though they had zero chemistry and no more than three conversations. This movie will probably fade and finally disappear forever, which would probably be better everyone.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Sleepless with Sleepless


While studying abroad in Italy, I developed a fondness for many things. Among them, Italian cinema, spaghetti carbonara, and Sleepless in Seattle. The spaghetti carbonara is slightly irrelevant here and in the future, I will definitely discuss Italian cinema at length. But tonight, I am looking to talk about Sleepless in Seattle because, while it has become very comforting to me – during sleepless nights aboard, it was the only movie on my iPod to save me from creepy silence -- the film also irks me to no end. I bought it on-sale off iTunes because, not having seen it for quite some time, I remembered it as a cute, romantic chick flick – and I’m always in the mood for a cute romantic chick flick. So, I bought it thinking that it would be similar to When Harry Met Sally, which I love. Where the logic was, I am not sure, because the only thing the two movies have in common is Meg Ryan. Sleepless in Seattle does not have the instantly endearing quality of When Harry Met Sally. Perhaps it is the lack of Billy Crystal or the Affair to Remember motif in lieu of stimulating dialogue or the fact that Sleepless is one of the many movies in which Meg Ryan plays the exact same character and When Harry Met Sally is not.


But really, none of these reasons are legitimate because (1) in French Kiss, which I quite like, Meg Ryan is Sleepless’s Annie in a French-Kiss costume, (2) the Affair to Remember motif provides for an easy way to connect with female audiences in a we-love-this-movie-too sort of a way and (3) I enjoy plenty of movies without Billy Crystal and Tom Hanks shines as Sleepless’s male lead. The real reason this movie leaves me so perturbed is that I find it hard to sympathize with most of the characters most of the time. As a female viewer, I suppose I am meant to identify with Meg Ryan’s character and find Tom Hanks’ son, Jonah, cute. However, I find it difficult to do either.

Jonah is possibly the most annoying kid ever -- second only to his abbreviating gal pal Jessica -- and I can’t really stand Meg Ryan’s Annie at all. She actually uses her journalist connections to send a PI across the country to spy on Tom Hanks based on what she hears on a radio show. Romantic? Not really. Stalker-ish? Yep! If she had I sassy gay friend, he would have slapped her. Then, Annie lies to her fiance, throws her hands in the air up like so many of Meg Ryan's other characters and goes to Seattle, where she achieves nothing except almost becoming road kill. Nice. As I re-watch the movie, I find myself looking forward to scenes that Annie is not in -- in particular, the tiramisu scene, in which Rob Reiner explains the world of 1990s dating to the widowed Tom Hanks. Apparently the key was tiramisu and imitating Cary Grant. (And I must say, Rob Reiner, I quite agree.)

So, although, this film holds a special place in my heart, it annoys me. And after thinking about it for much too long, I have decided that it irks me because, on top of its other obvious faults, the last scene is the only time that the main characters say more that one word to each other. Indeed, it is only the third scene they share. I understand the concept of magical love at first sight, but please -- this is pushing it. At least in shit flicks like The Lake House, there is some communication between lovebirds, even if it is in the form of letters sent through time and space. At the same time, this is probably why I enjoy When Harry Met Sally so much. That is realistic and romantic, which is difficult to come by.


Here endeth the venting...A more serious topic next time, I promise.