Showing posts with label Hilary Swank. Show all posts
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Sunday, December 7, 2014

The Homesman


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Released:  December 14th, 2014
Rated:  R
Studio:  Roadside Attractions
Starring:  Tommy Lee Jones, Hilary Swank
Directed by:  Tommy Lee Jones
Written by:  Tommy Lee Jones, Kieran Fitzgerald, Wesley A. Oliver
Personal Bias Alert:  haven’t read the book, not a big Tommy Lee Jones fan

6.5 of 10






            The Homesman is the second so-called feminist western I’ve seen this year.  These are rare products, and arguably neither film actually fits into that category.  The other film, TIFF 2014 entry The Keeping Room, is set in rural South Carolina during the waning days of the American civil war.  The isolated farm and the events that take place there feels very much like the lawless west, but alas, South Carolina is not the west.  The Homesman may be disqualified on an even more nitpicky technicality.  Well, two, actually.  First, its stars have pointedly stated that it takes place in the midwest, not the west.  I feel that’s splitting hairs, especially when talking in the 1850s geographical terms the characters would have used, but the larger problem I have with it centers on its alleged feminism.  Now, I’m not going to sit here and argue that this films is anti-women (it’s certainly not), but I would argue that it’s actually commenting on something much larger than sexism.

            The Homesman is largely a two-hander between Hilary Swank’s Mary Bee Cudy and Tommy Lee Jones’ George Briggs, the unlikely duo tasked with escorting three crazy women across the frontier to a mental health facility in Iowa.  The title might more accurately be The Homesmen, or the title might be a tipoff that the film actually focuses on only one of the duo at a time, Cudy for the first two-thirds and Briggs for the ending.

            On the surface, the two characters are a mismatch.  Cudy is a disciplined, godly woman who cuts down the strung-up thief Briggs only because she needs muscle for her noble task.  As the film wears on and shifts focus between the two characters, we come to understand that they are both outsiders driven west by civilization’s utter disuse for them.  This is where I began to question the film’s inherent feminism.  Cudy and the three crazy women’s problems are certainly rooted in feminist issues, but Briggs is driven by problems traditionally inherent to men.  So yes, there’s feminism in there, but it’s secondary thematically to society’s mistreatment of all outsiders, not just women.

            Are you sick of the thematic talk yet?  Then let’s move on to the Oscar buzz surrounding this film.  It’s mostly fallen on Hilary Swank, a two-time winner that’s never received a nomination and not taken home the trophy.  This is most likely due to how well she plays a particular type of person:  the dreamer, a person who wants something difficult to attain and goes for it with a brash enthusiasm that borders on naiveté.  Cudy’s desperation for a husband despite her prickly personality and ‘plain’ looks (only in Hollywood would Swank be considered plain) allows the part to fall comfortably into her sweet spot.  The character isn’t nearly as well-rounded as her other winning roles were, but Swank works what she has to the best of her ability, which makes for a very good performance.  In a weak year for lead actresses, that might be just enough to land her a nomination.

            Before everyone actually saw the film, there was much buzz for director, co-writer, and star Tommy Lee Jones.  By playing such a large part in the making of the film, he would inevitably get lavish praise if it turned out well.  If it turned out as it did, which is just okay, then you could immediately mark him off your ballots in every category, even if only particular portions of his work was sub-par.  His performance is actually quite good, but it’s very Tommy Lee Jones-ish, which won’t get him anywhere in a crowded best actor field.  His directorial effort is pretty good, too.  There’s a stark yet beautiful cinematic style to the film, classically western without being too flashy.  The tone is drearily one-note, but the overarching themes are so bleak that this downfall is partially hidden.  The problems are primarily found in the writing.  The film is a bit loose, too long at the beginning and too fast at the end.  Characters suddenly beginning doing and saying things that don’t feel right, and I can’t help but feel that a pass by a more experienced screenwriter (all three credited writers have very short IMDB lists) could’ve saved the day.

            This is, in essence, a small film about two insignificant people.  Jones never loses track of that, focusing in squarely on these two troubled souls.  The problem is that there’s not many places left for these characters to go, leaving The Homesman as a beautiful, interesting, but somewhat monotonous piece of work.

            Other Notes:
Ø  There were a couple really obvious continuity issues.  Trust me, those things have to pretty much jump off the screen for me to notice.
Ø  Hey Hailee Steinfeld, stop hogging the period piece roles.
Ø  Jesse Plemons!  A Friday Night Lights connection is always a good thing in my book.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Boys Don't Cry (1999)

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Released:  October 22nd, 1999
Rated:  R
Studio:  Fox Searchlight
Staring:  Hilary Swank, Chloë Sevigny, Peter Sarsgaard, Brendan Sexton III, Alicia Goranson, Jeanetta Arnette, Matt McGrath
Directed by:  Kimberly Peirce
Written by:  Kimberly Peirce, Andy Bienen 
Personal Bias Alert:  thinks Hilary Swank is amazing at a very particular kind of role, not familiar with the true story

8.3 of 10




            Everyone knows someone like Brandon.  That optimistic, bubbly personality radiates off them, and simply being in close proximity perks you up.  They dream and speak of the dream as if it’s something they’ll do tomorrow.  Even if you know they’ll never end up doing it, those dreams always seem a little closer when they’re around.  I don’t know if this is something writers Kimberly Peirce and Andy Bienen gave to Brandon or if their research on the real-life man made him out to be this way.  Either way, it serves as an excellent congealer for this rough, complex, and loving story.

            Set in Falls City, Nebraska, the film follows trans man Brandon Teena (Hilary Swank) as he finds a new group of friends and falls in love with a local girl named Lana Tisdel (Chloë Sevigny).  The city itself is captured as one of those small towns with few things to do and even fewer opportunities to leave.  I have no clue if that’s how the town really was, but I do know that it was named for a small waterfall that no longer exists.  It’s not hard to imagine a town that’s lost its namesake as a pretty forlorn place.

            Brandon’s big personality provides a spark to the otherwise listless group of friends that includes Lana, Candace (Alicia Goranson), and Tom Nissen (Brendan Sexton III).  The story takes it time getting to know the group and its self-appointed leader, John (Peter Sarsgaard), a recklessly enjoyable imp.  What the film doesn’t waste its time doing is in setting up the inevitable conflict between John and Brandon.  In Lana’s introduction, she sings a boozy karaoke song, and a shot holds on Brandon and John sitting side-by-side, each blissfully enamored and entirely unaware of the other.  It’s an untenable situation that ends in a graphic, nasty way.  To be clear, the last 40 minutes of this film is a tough watch.

            The preceding time, though, is largely a love story, portraying Brandon and Lana’s budding romance.  Swank and Sevigny have great chemistry, and the flush of their romance is the most palpable aspect of the film.  What makes both of their performances great, and what won Swank her first Oscar, is that they first and foremost portrayed their characters.  They didn’t get distracted by the issues the film brings up, but instead focus on what makes their characters tick, what makes them upset, and what ultimately makes them fall in love.  Their performances are equaled by Sarsgaard, who unfolds John’s personality in an immaculately even way.  He’s tragic in and of himself, unable to handle losing the family he has built in his head.

            Despite a wonderfully told story, a few small missteps hold it back from being a masterpiece.  Some technical problems, like an awkward lighting change after a character is shown turning off a lamp, jolts you out of the film.  The music is often too prominent, and the cinematography takes some risks, occasionally stumbling on its more ambitious attempts.  The film thrives on its slowing building story, which makes these jolts all the more detrimental.

            It would have been easy to make this film about intolerance, to paint the locals as ignorant hillbillies, and send the audience home with a message about acceptance, but “Boys Don’t Cry” does something much richer.  It tells a timeless story of ill-fated lovers, and in doing so makes you see them how they see themselves, as a boy and a girl, destined to be separated. 

            Other Notes:
Ø  I criticized the music, but Nina Persson and Nathan Larson’s version of “The Bluest Eyes in Texas” is perfect.  I can’t hear that song without thinking about this film.
Ø  The line where the sparks fly:  “Someone walked me home last night.  I think it was you.”
Ø  The line that reassured me they were going to land the ending:  “There was never any Memphis, was there?”