Review: The Butler

THE BUTLER

The Butler seems like an attempt to teach everyone the plight of African-Americans in the 20th century and there’s nothing wrong with that but director Lee Daniels drives his point home with a sledgehammer.

The movie which follows the life of Cecil Gaines (Forest Whitaker) as he works as a butler in the White House was inspired by the Washington Post article “A Butler Well Served by this Election”. The article is about Eugene Allen who had worked at the White House for 34 years. And other than one other fact (a possible spoiler) the movie doesn’t intersect the reality of Mr Allen’s life. Thus is the nature of the phrase ‘based on a true story’ in Hollywood.

However, don’t let that detract from an engaging piece of cinema that will simultaneously move you and make you think about the whitewashing of American history.

But trying to distil the entire civil rights movement into two hours and to do it through one man, primarily using only two settings – his house and the White House – is a monumental task. So, it’s forgivable that The Butler seems like Forrest Gump at times. Especially, when Cecil’s son Louis (David Oyelowo) never seems to miss a historic event.

Once Cecil makes his way to the White House, via two hotels where he learns the finer points of servitude, we learn the situation is no better in the presidential palace for those with a darker skin. But he doesn’t mind. He serves seven presidents with absolute delight until he reaches an epiphany – arrived at by the most obvious way.

The cast at the White House include a splendid Cuba Gooding Jr., long missed in a role that actually requires acting, as head butler Carter Wilson and a perfectly understated Lenny Kravitz as co-worker James Holloway. Both lend enough weight to their relatively small roles to flesh out Cecil’s other world into something more tangible in comparison to his world at home.

And then there is the slew of superstar cameos. While awfully distracting and at times mismatched in their parts the most notable exception was Alan Rickman as Reagan. Although his portrayal bordered on caricature it was short enough that it somehow managed to humanise the Republican legend in those quiet moments with Cecil.

But, ultimately, Cecil is a man torn between two worlds – his home and the White House – and it is when the story switches to this dichotomy that The Butler truly shines although not as brightly as it could have.

Louis believes in the civil rights movement and becomes an activist against the wishes of his father. And Daniels uses these contrasting and conflicting personalities to represent the divide in the African American community at the time. At its best the scenes between the warring Cecil and Louis are powerfully emotive but not judgmental of either side. Oddly, Daniels does not stop to preach here.

And, of course, Withaker holds the movie together by underplaying his role to great effect, allowing emotion to flow through slowly but even this can seem like a task sometimes given Daniels’ propensity to make sure his audience doesn’t miss the blatant message.

But the true revelation of the movie is Oprah Winfrey. Her portrayal of Cecil’s alcoholic, unfaithful wife Gloria is sublime. Her presence on screen is commanding without distracting from Withaker’s central character and she fills the role with a sense of resilience that, frankly, is surprising. However, while the choice to have her be unfaithful made her character more interesting the non-addressing and sudden disappearance of the issue seemed like a failed attempt to create unwanted melodrama in the final act.

Ultimately, there is something corny and sweet about the whole experience. Daniels could have allowed for more subtlety and less stunt casting but the finished product is not without its charm.

Review: Thor The Dark World

Director Alan Taylor has moulded an entirely enjoyable movie that is much darker than its predecessor, both thematically and visually. However, it still manages to have a few aptly timed moments of levity that provide the audience some respite and prevents it from delving too far into darkness.

Taylor is working within the confines of a world already created by Kenneth Branagh but it is certainly something the Game of Thrones director is used to. And it is clearly an advantage that allows Thor The Dark World to hit the ground running since these characters have become known quantities.

The movie looks far grander than its predecessor, with astounding setpieces more than worthy of a blockbuster and effects that are simply out-of-this-world. Which is fortunate since most of the movie takes place out of this world.

While Branagh put the Asgardian in a small town in New Mexico Taylor shuffles him across four of the nine realms, battling ferociously in each one.

And Taylor’s deft handling of the action scenes culminates with an epic showdown between Thor and Malekith that, unlike The Man of Steel, avoids the monotony of constant destruction with minor infusions of humour.

Chris Hemsworth once again proves a charismatic Thor but one far more mature than in his first adventure two years ago. In his third outing as the God of Thunder Hemsworth looks far more comfortable in the part and has clearly made it his own much in the same way Robert Downey Jr. did with Tony Stark/Iron Man.

However, it is Tom Hiddleston’s Loki that steals the show. Charming, funny, mischievous and playing for some emotional depth unseen in the other characters, Loki reminds us why he is the best villain across the Marvel universe.

A fact Marvel itself realised late but capitalised on by adding a few extra scenes with Loki in post-production.

It is clear Loki has set the bar quite high and it seems too high for Malekith.

Christopher Eccleston plays Malekith a completely forgettable villain that is neither terrifying nor complex. He wants to bring darkness back into the universe for reasons which are explained in the Lord of the Rings-type prologue but are entirely unimportant to the movie. He exists simply to give cause for action and action is what ensues.

This is not to say that Eccleston was entirely bad but that he simply wasn’t around enough to make a lasting impression. And those that complained about the generic look of the Chitauri aren’t going to like his army of Dark Elves either.

But Malekith isn’t the only character that doesn’t develop beyond the basic movie requirements.

Natalie Portman’s Jane Foster has seemingly remained unchanged since the events of the first movie and there seems to be no rush to do anything about it. However, her chemistry with Hemsworth makes their scenes utterly enjoyable and allows you to overlook her character’s minor shortcomings.

Of course there are flaws but there is nothing that is so glaringly wrong that it will distract from the pure fun to be had in Thor The Dark World.

And while the movie works well in 3D despite only being converted in post-production, the result is far better than in its predecessor, it still doesn’t necessitate paying extra for the experience.

Also, it will come as no surprise that a Marvel movie will have a post-credit scene but Thor The Dark World has two. The first appears in the mid-credits and the second at the very end. One connects to another Marvel franchise and the other ties everything up. I’m sure you’ll figure out which is which.

Sequels are a tricky business and something that not even billionaire industrialist Tony Stark managed to successfully navigate without stumbling along the way. However, in his second solo outing Thor manages to avoid the pitfalls that destroy lesser sequels while sufficiently upping the ante post-Avengers.

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Review: Margin Call

New York 2008, a group of employees in an unnamed investment firm (loosely based on Lehman Brothers – you see where this is going) race against time, as the earth shifts below their feet, to stave off pending doom or at least delay the immediate effects. In an opening scene that could just as well have been from Up in the Air events are set in motion when the recently fired Eric Dale (Stanley Tucci) passes off his concerns in the form of a pen drive to his protégé Peter Sullivan (Zachary Quinto – you remember, Spock – also one of the producers) with the ominous warning “Be careful”. Dale had worked out that future losses will exceed the firm’s total market capitalization. Didn’t get that? It’s basically the reason for everything that follows but don’t worry they explain it more than a few times with reducing degrees of complexity.

Writer-director J.C Chandor, whose father worked for Merrill Lynch, has forged a thrilling synecdoche of what brought on the global financial crisis. Directing an ensemble cast of familiar faces (some climbing their way up out of TV and others trying to stave of their own pending doom) Chandor shines in his debut feature length (although it may not be a Reservoir Dogs or Layer Cake but given the subject matter I think he’s done well) with a tight narrative focused on the 24 hours before the first domino fell. Aesthetically pleasing shots that bring an intimacy and increased intensity to every moment (almost entirely shot in close-up or a medium shot) and choice of editing that at times contrast the chaos of the microcosm (can financial institutions still be called that?) with the serenity of the ever present city (clear evidence that ignorance is indeed bliss) increase the movie’s appeal without increasing its gravitas. The dialogue, although at times unnatural simply because it seems too pristine, is also a delight at times with the best lines going to both Jeremy Irons and Paul Bettany.

Those expecting an amped up drama like that of Wall Street will be sorely disappointed; this is a movie of a different breed. Held up by solid acting, Jeremy Irons and Kevin Spacey delightful as always, and a good script this aptly timed movie is a good watch but if you happen to miss it don’t beat yourself up about it.

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Review: Drive

Ryan Gosling plays Driver (one order of existentialism, please) a stunt driver by day and getaway driver by night, a loner that meets and falls for Irene (Carey Mulligan) and her young son (Kaden Leos). Her ex-husband (Oscar Isaac) is an ex-con who’s in debt to the wrong people. Gosling plays the mysterious wheelman perfectly radiating much of what Clint Eastwood had in High Plains Drifter and Pale Rider. While this movie could have easily been about fast cars and loose women director Nicholas Winding Refn (Bronson) showed great restraint and focused instead on the core of the story; Driver giving into his urges.

Bryan Cranston takes time-off his fatherly duties on Breaking Bad to play the fatherly mentor figure to Driver. Likeable and yet at the back of your mind a voice whispers “don’t trust him”. However, the true delight, and surprise, is Albert Brooks in a tour de force that screams Oscar. Playing against type Brooks is Bernie Rose a former movie producer turned loan shark. Just like the movie that spawned him he is an unsuspecting villain; pragmatic and borderline psychotic. Who knew Brooks would be more of a badass than Ron Perlman?

The slow story may be detrimental to Drive’s box office earnings but it only makes the violence ever more epic and more gruesome than anything seen in the Saw movies, simply because it’s unexpected. Lets not fool ourselves, violence is an urge and however you may feel about it when it explodes on screen try not to cringe.

Refn has laid cinema bare before us and allowed us a peak at what the art form can truly accomplish much like Tarantino once did all those many years ago; a pure cinema of images and actions. Or you may just think it’s nonsense. Drive is a polarizer, probably its best quality.

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Review: The Ides of March

“As goes Ohio so goes the nation,” an unseen Rachel Maddow (the only person I trust to tell me about American politics) explains to her audience and lets us know of the importance of Ohio for Pennsylvania Governor Mike Morris (George Clooney) who is fighting a tough Democratic primary against Senator Pullman (Michael Mantell) in the state. Morris an apparent ideal candidate, and a slick campaigner, long ago lost his idealism, the price of life in politics, echoes of Obama in 2008 (right down to the posters). The job of putting the Governor into the oval office is up to campaign manager Paul Zara (the ever reliable Philip Seymour Hoffman) and press secretary Stephen Meyers (Ryan Gosling). In their way, at the moment, is strategist Tom Duffy (a calculating Paul Giamatti) who aims to lure Stephen over to Pullman’s campaign. In the midst of this is the temptation offered by sexy young intern Molly Stearns (Evan Rachel Wood – Queen Sophie-Anne for all you True Blood fans) who may have bedded more than her fair share of campaigners.

Based on the 2008 play Farragut North by Beau Willimon, who worked on the 2004 presidential candidacy of Howard Dean, Clooney changed the title to allude to the warning given to Cesar by a Soothsayer who had foreseen his demise in Shakespeare’s Julius Cesar. A rather apt choice for a movie based on the lust for power, the corruption of one’s soul and loss of innocence. While these have become clichés in political dramas Clooney (as director and part of the team that wrote the screenplay) delves deeper into the matter through Stephen’s fall from grace much like in The Candidate which charted the corruption of Robert Redford’s Bill Mckay.

Gossling moves marvellously through the calm and collected big man on campus to the frantic and wild pariah feeding off Clooney’s chillingly perfect portrayal of a man who’s moved that line in the sand once too often. While the acting is exemplary and Clooney should be applauded for putting together a stellar cast the slow moving story may be a barrier for some but be warned that no scene is superfluous and with every minute he scratches the surface of his flawed characters to reveal the price of their souls. He is able to build momentum patiently and in one final swoop allows it to erupt when Stephen confronts Paul and the movie suddenly hits fifth gear.

Now confident in his ability George Clooney’s fourth outing as a director has yielded a subtle political thriller in The Ides of March. His minimal camera movements, little time on exposition and riveting storytelling is a delight but may leave some off-balance – so pay close attention you won’t regret it.

Review: Crazy, Stupid, Love

(via Collider)

Romantic comedies are a genre long since devoid of creativity and originality which is what makes Crazy Stupid Love remarkable. While the movie flirts with cliché it never truly crosses over with directors Glenn Ficarra and John Requa (I Love You Phillip Morris) daringly walking that razors edge without blinking.

Steve Carrel plays Cal Weaver an unfashionable 40-something who’s slept with only one woman. That would be Emily (Julian Moore) his wife who’s tired of being taken for granted so much so that she sleeps with co-worker David Lindhagen (the ever reliable Kevin Bacon seeming to find his niche as a douche these days) and promptly kicks Cal to the curb. From the ashes of Cal’s crumbling world rises Jacob Palmer (the comically apt Ryan Gosling – apparently omnipresent in 2011), a smooth talking and Old Fashion drinking player of the highest calibre. You see where this is going – or do you? Like I said it flirts with cliché. While Miyagi-ing Cal Jacob falls for hard to get Hannah (the beautiful Emma Stone) and like cream the love and the crazy rise to the surface.

This touching story of first love, lasting love and all the loves in between is a cut above. Don’t let the title fool you there is nothing stupid about this movie.