Last night, my boys and I attended Cinderella Man, the Ron Howard-produced movie about Depression-era fighter and folk hero Jim Braddock (played by Russell Crowe), the unlikely underdog who defeated heavyweight champ Max Baer in a 15-round free-for-all in 1935.
Although flawed in several respects, the movie is highly entertaining. Leads Crowe and Renee Zellweger are superb, and the staging of the fight scenes is flat-out remarkable, even making Scorsese’s fine depiction of the fights in Raging Bull seem pedestrian in comparison.
However, the movie is worth attending alone to see the performance of Paul Giamatti, who steals the show in playing Joe Gould, Braddock’s manager and friend. In hilarious and believable fashion, Giamatti uses the phrase “sonuvabitch” throughout the movie to express a remarkably wide range of reactions and emotions. His performance is one of the most nuanced and intelligent that I have seen in years, and reflects an actor who is clearly at the top of his profession right now. Don’t miss it.
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Early review of “The Return of the Sith”
Don’t count The New Yorker movie reviewer Anthony Lane as one of the admirers of the latest and (hopefully) last installment of George Lucas’ lucrative sci-fi bonanza, Star Wars: Episode III?Revenge of the Sith. The following are a few gems from his review of the movie that appears in the latest issue of the magazine:
“The general opinion of ?Revenge of the Sith? seems to be that it marks a distinct improvement on the last two episodes, The Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones. True, but only in the same way that dying from natural causes is preferable to crucifixion.”
“So much here is guaranteed to cause either offense or pain, starting with the nineteen-twenties leather football helmet that Natalie Portman suddenly dons for no reason, and rising to the continual horror of Ewan McGregor?s accent.”
“[T]he one who gets me is Yoda. May I take the opportunity to enter a brief plea in favor of his extermination? Any educated moviegoer would know what to do, having watched that helpful sequence in Gremlins when a small, sage-colored beastie is fed into an electric blender. A fittingly frantic end, I feel, for the faux-pensive stillness on which the Yoda legend has hung. At one point in the new film, he assumes the role of cosmic shrink?squatting opposite Anakin in a noirish room, where the light bleeds sideways through slatted blinds. Anakin keeps having problems with his dark side, in the way that you or I might suffer from tennis elbow, . .”
“The prize for the least speakable burst of dialogue has, over half a dozen helpings of ?Star Wars,? grown into a fiercely contested tradition, but for once the winning entry is clear, shared between Anakin and PadmÈ for their exchange of endearments at home:You?re so beautiful.?
?That?s only because I?m so in love.?
?No, it?s because I?m so in love with you.?For a moment, it looks as if they might bat this one back and forth forever, like a baseline rally on a clay court.”
Ole’! Enjoy the entire review.
Morgenstern on the state of Hollywood filmmaking
Joe Morgenstern is the film critic of The Wall Street Journal, where he writes the Friday “Review/Film” column in the Weekend Journal and supervises the Leisure & Arts page’s coverage of the business of Hollywood. Mr. Morgenstern won the 2005 Pulitzer Prize for distinguished criticism “for his reviews that elucidated the strengths and weaknesses of film with rare insight, authority and wit.”
A good example of that insight appears in Mr. Morgenstern’s column in today’s WSJ ($), in which he pans the new Jennifer Lopez-Jane Fonda movie, Monster-in-Law, and observes the following about the current trend in Hollywood filmmaking:
Films like this — as well as two other clumsy features opening today — are emblematic of Hollywood’s relentless dumbing-down and defining-down of big-screen attractions. There’s an audience for such stuff, but little enthusiasm or loyalty. Adult moviegoers are being ignored almost completely during all but the last two or three months of each year, while even the kids who march off to the multiplexes each weekend know they’re getting moldy servings of same-old, rather than entertainments that feed their appetite for surprise and delight. “Life’s too short to live the same day twice,” Charlie says in “Monster-In-Law,” quoting her father. It’s also too short to keep living the same weekend, though that’s what the movie going experience is starting to feel like — an extended Groundhog Day of amateur nights.
Spork flicks
Recently, my wife pulled me to the new Farrelly Brothers’ (Dumb and Dumber, Kingpin and There’s Something About Mary) movie, Fever Pitch, which billed itself as a chick flick disguised as a sports movie. Or, as ESPN’s Bill Simmons explains in this absolutely hilarious article on the movie, a “Spork Flick.”
Mr. Simmons recently attended Fever Pitch with his father because the film was billed as a funny spork flick, but he realized after enduring the movie that it was really just a straightforward chick flick:
Here’s the plot for “Fever Pitch” in one sentence: Guy loves the Red Sox, meets Drew Barrymore, tries to love them both, nearly loses her because of the Sox, decides to give up his season tickets next to the Red Sox dugout because he loves her, she stops him just in time, and they get back together and end up making out on the field after the first Red Sox championship in 86 years. The end.
Mr. Simmons goes on compare the movie with other chick flicks (don’t miss his analysis of My Best Friend’s Wedding), and then reveals that the key to success of a chick flick is hitting on the top ten generic themes of chick flicks, a couple of which are the following:
4. If you’re dating someone who is passionate about something, he will absolutely give that up for you because all men change once they fall in love. Especially if you have a nice apartment.
5. You can have only three friends: A smart friend who’s pretty in a quirky way, a calculating beauty who’s morally corrupt and an overweight girl who doesn’t say much. You can only hang out with these people all at once. If there’s anyone in your life who doesn’t fit one of those three categories, get rid of them.
Trust me on this one — read the entire article. Hat tip to Craig Newmark for the link.
The real economics of Hollywood
This Jonathon V. Last-Daily Standard article reviews Edward Jay Epstein’s new book, The Big Picture (Random House 2005), which examines the fascinating and ever-changing economics of moviemaking. To give you an idea of what’s going on in Hollywood economics, consider this:
In 1947, Hollywood sold 4.7 billion movie tickets. The studios were hugely profitable movie factories.
Times have changed. . . Television came to compete with the movies, as did home video. And despite a population boom, movie-going fell out of favor. In 2003, only 1.57 billion tickets were sold, a third the number 56 years earlier, while the real cost of making movies increased some 1,600 percent.
It wasn’t just production costs that exploded. Today the average movie costs $4.2 million to distribute and nearly $35 million just to advertise. (The comparable 1947 figures, adjusted for inflation, were $550,000 and $300,000.) Such peripheral costs, Epstein explains, have grown so large that “even if the studios had somehow managed to obtain all their movies for free, they would still have lost money on their American releases.”
How did Hollywood respond? Epstein observes that Hollywood transformed itself from a factory for making movies into a clearinghouse for intellectual property, which is at least as profitable as making movies used to be. The result?
The truth is that, even with terrible movies, the studios have to try hard not to make money. In this way, today’s Hollywood is very much like the studio system of old. The two business models are so favorable that the quality of the product is beside the point. The difference, of course, is that the movies from the studio era were often quite good.
Read the entire review. Hat tip to EconoLog for the link to this review.
The same old Enron story
Following on this earlier post regarding the new Enron documentary Smartest Guys in the Room, the Houston Press’ Joe Leydon is breathless in praising the documentary:
Please don’t misunderstand: Alex Gibney has no great beef with capitalism. Indeed, many of his best friends back in Summit, New Jersey, are investment bankers. But when Gibney looks at the prodigious rise and precipitous fall of Enron in Enron: The Smartest Guys in the Room, the remarkable documentary that premiered January 22 at the Sundance Film Festival, the award-winning filmmaker sees the collateral damage of an economic system dangerously out of whack. And when he looks at Ken Lay and Jeff Skilling, the former Enron executives now charged with perpetrating egregious fraud and deception during their stewardship of the now-bankrupt company, Gibney sees the lead players in a worst-case scenario that eventually could undermine capitalism itself.
My goodness. I haven’t seen the Enron documentary yet, so I will reserve comment on it until I do. However, it is staggering that presumably bright people such as Mr. Leydon write such drivel in a film review without even seeking so much as a comment from an objective business or legal commentator regarding the film’s portrayal of Enron. I mean, how many “Sherron Watkins good/Enron bad” stories are we going to have to endure before the mainstream media (“MSM”) or moviemakers move on to some of the really important issues raised by the Enron saga? At this point, does anyone even recall that Ms. Watkins’ famous memo to Ken Lay essentially depicted Enron’s now infamous accounting problems related to Andrew Fastow‘s off-balance sheet partnerships as a manageable public relations problem?
To understand this phenomena, it is helpful to take some time and review Professor Ribstein’s recent post and his interesting law review article — Wall Street and Vine: Hollywood’s View of Business — on how business is portrayed in film. Here is the abstract and the conclusion of Professor Ribstein’s article:
American films have long presented a negative view of business. This article is the first comprehensive and in-depth analysis of filmmakers’ attitude toward business. It shows that it is not business that filmmakers dislike, but rather the control of firms by profit-maximizing capitalists. The article argues that this dislike stems from filmmakers’ resentment of capitalists’ constraints on their artistic vision. Filmmakers’ portrayal of business is significant because films have persuasive power that tips the political balance toward business regulation.
Generations of filmgoers have sat in darkened theatres regaled by larger-than-life images of the evils of capital. This consistent message is not mere happenstance. Films are made by people who work for and have particular attitudes about business firms. Moreover, the fantasy about business that audiences see presented in films has real world political effects in government regulation of business. The trial lawyer as hero becomes the trial lawyer as vice-presidential candidate. Filmmakers? attitude toward business may change as the medium evolves. In the meantime, the best way to counteract films? misleading message about business is to let business speak for itself.
So, while moviemakers and the MSM continue to trot out stories on the Enron morality play, they ignore the harder but more compelling stories — the sad case of Jamie Olis, the federal government blithely depriving thousands of innocent people jobs by pursuing a questionable prosecution of Arthur Andersen, the “Justice” Department sledgehammering businesspeople into pleading guilty to dubious criminal charges out of fear of receiving of what amounts to a life sentence if they risk asserting their Constitutional right to a trial, how Enron’s corporate governance system contributed to the company’s collapse. The list of fascinating issues goes on and on.
As Professor Ribstein notes, depth does not sell well in Hollywood, at least in regard to portrayal of business in films. But maybe, just maybe, a Pulitizer Prize is waiting for an enterprising reporter who is willing to go beyond the simple story of Enron and examine the complex issues that are really at the core of the fascinating Enron tale.
Second Circuit reverses “Super Size Me” lawsuit dismissal
Super Size Me is the Morgan Spurlock documentary that chronicled Spurlock’s health as he as he ate nothing but McDonald’s food at least three times a day for a month. Although certainly not a balanced treatment of the fast food industry, Super Size Me is quite clever and certainly worth watching. Last week, the film was nominated for an Academy Award in the best Documentary Feature category.
One of the criticisms of Super Size Me was that it was a transparent attempt to promote frivolous lawsuits against the fast food industry, although the onslaught of such litigation has not occurred. Nevertheless, such lawsuits received a glimmer of light yesterday from the Second Circuit Court of Appeals. In this decision, the Second Circuit reinstated part of a highly publicized lawsuit that accused McDonald’s of misleading young consumers about the healthiness of its products.
The Second Circuit’s decision concluded that the trial judge in the case incorrectly dismissed parts of the lawsuit brought on behalf of two New York children on the grounds that the lawsuit complaint failed to link the children’s alleged health problems directly to McDonald’s products. For the trial court to dismiss the case on those grounds without a trial, the Second Circuit essentially held that such a ruling could only come in summary judgment proceedings after discovery and presentation of summary judgment evidence. Thus, the decision at least opens the door a crack for the plaintiffs’ lawyers to demand in discovery from McDonald’s the type of previously secret documents regarding the company’s promotion of unhealthy products that ultimately led to a string of multi-billion dollar verdicts against Big Tobacco companies.
John F. Banzhaf III, a George Washington University professor of public-interest law who has advised plaintiffs in the big tobacco cases, is an unpaid adviser to the McDonald’s plaintiffs in this case.
Despite McDonald’s protestations to the contrary, Super Size Me has already had an effect the way in which McDonald’s promotes its menu. In early 2004, McDonald’s removed the “super size” option from the menus of its 13,000 U.S. restaurants and it began promoting a new line of premium salads. The company also began promoting milk as an alternative to soft drinks and sliced apples as a substitute for French fries in its famous Happy Meals for children.
I suspect that those apples have not competed particularly well against McDonald’s French fries. ;^)
Enron, the documentary
As noted several times on this blog, the most popular book on the Enron affair to date has been the one written by Fortune reporters Bethany McLean and Peter Elkind, Smartest Guys in the Room: The Amazing Rise and Scandalous Fall of Enron (Portfolio 2003). If you want to read just one book on the Enron scandal, then Smartest Guys is the book for you.
Now, the Houston Chronicle reports that Smartest Guys is the basis of a documentary that will debut later this month at the Sundance Film Festival in Utah. Filmed by Alex Gibney, who is probably best known for producing the documentary — The Trials of Henry Kissinger (2002) — based on Christopher Hitchens’ searing book, The Trial of Henry Kissinger (Verso 2001), it does not appear from the following Sundance website description of the film that Mr. Gibney bothered to review any of Professor Ribstein’s writings on the portrayal of business in film in preparing the documentary:
Watching Enron: The Smartest Guys in the Room is a little like watching the outcome of a Super Bowl on ESPN Classic. Although you already know the final score, you’re still captivated by the drama of the game, entertained by the characters, and fascinated by the behind-the-scenes revelations. And Enron is indeed an engrossingly dramatic tale, especially as depicted in all of its exquisite detail by director/screenwriter Alex Gibney. The story of Enron is not simply a cautionary tale about greed and corruption. Nor is it a story that we are unlikely to witness again, for the rise and fall of Enron is as American as apple pie.
With this film, based on the book of the same title, Gibney has fashioned a history lesson that takes us “inside” the headquarters of the seventh-largest corporation in the United States and illustrates through a series of rapidly paced interviews, corporate footage, and news reports, the “new economy” of the 1990s: a climate where companies sold ideas rather than widgets, and a corporate culture where ethics became as old fashioned and out of date as value investing. Densely packed, with a world of information for the sophisticate and neophyte alike, Enron is riveting, muckraking filmmaking that should make any culture critic of the 1990s proud.
Hat tip to Charles Kuffner for the link to the Chronicle article.
“Million Dollar Baby”
Clint Eastwood’s new movie is getting rave reviews. Here is the NY Times review and Roger Ebert’s is here.
“Alexander the Turkey”
My younger son, who is a serious film buff, went to see Oliver Stone’s Alexander the Great yesterday. He passes along that it is an unmitigated disaster, and predicts that it will be out of the theaters in less than a month, a prediction that is supported by the woeful early financial performance of the $210 million film (there were few people in the audience of the showing that he attended). The Washington Post’s Stephen Hunter agrees in this hilarious review, and passes along this gem on the performance of Angelina Jolie as Alexander’s mother, Olympias:
Then there’s Angelina Jolie as Mom. Really, words fail me here. But let’s try: Give this young woman the hands-down award for best impression of Bela Lugosi while hampered by a 38-inch bust line. Though everyone else in the picture speaks in some variation of a British accent, poor Jolie has been given the Transylvanian throat-sucker’s throaty, sibilant vowels, as well as a wardrobe of snakes. She represents the spirit of kitsch that fills the movie, and with all her crazed posturing and slinking, it’s more of a silent movie performance than one from the sound era. Theda Bara, call your agent.
The blogosphere’s foremost film critic — Professor Ribstein — passes along his thoughts in this post. And even Victor Davis Hanson chimes in with this review, in which he concludes:
There is also irony here. If we remember the embarrassing Troy, we are beginning to see, that all for all the protestations of artistic excellence and craftsmanship, Hollywood has become mostly a place of mediocrity, talentless actors and writers who spout off about politics in lieu of having any real accomplishment in their own field. I?ve heard so many inane things mouthed by Stone that I would like someone at last to address this question?why would supposedly smart insiders turn over $160 million to someone of such meager talent to make such an embarrassing film? Alexander the Great is third-rate Cecil B. Demille in drag.