Showing posts with label Bobby Cannavale. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bobby Cannavale. Show all posts

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Ant-Man


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Released:  July 17th, 2015
Rated:  PG-13
Distributor:  Walt Disney Studios
Starring:  Paul Rudd, Evangeline Lilly, Corey Stoll, Bobby Cannavale, Michael Peña, Tip “T.I.” Harris, Michael Douglas, Judy Greer
Directed by:  Peyton Reed
Written by:  Edgar Wright, Joe Cornish, Adam McKay, Paul Rudd
Personal Bias Alert:  never heard of Ant-Man, likes the cast

6 of 10




            Remember when Guardians of the Galaxy was considered a risk?  It was an expansion of the MCU with little-known characters and a hint of nostalgia, all wrapped up in a space-western bow?  Then the film and its star, Chris Pratt, became the beloved breakouts of 2014, leaving the troubled Ant-Man as the last “risk” of MCU’s phase 2.  Let’s face it, anything with that Marvel label isn’t an actual risk, financially or creatively, as they are controlled and marketed by the most commercially influential studio of our time.  But with development and production spanning nearly ten years and a director switch mere months before shooting, the footing seemed especially shaky for the little hero that could.  As if on cue, Ant-Man rolled out to a resounding and deserved ‘meh’.

            If you haven’t heard of Ant-Man (Paul Rudd), rest assured that his powers are exactly what they sound like:  he shrinks to ant size, acquires the super-strength of an ant, and controls his ant comrades.  I guess this is a slight step up from Aquaman, but really, I’m surprised that I’ve never heard this guy come up in any ‘worst superpower ever’ debates.  Anyway, his MCU debut follows the tired and true origin story plot to a fault, complete with an older mentor played by a famous actor (Michael Douglas), a drawn-out training montage that acclimatizes the character and the audience to his powers, and a cackling bad guy that is personally entwined with our heroes.  In fact, the setup and training period is so yawn-inducing that I was surprised when no further wrinkle to the plot was ever revealed.  As the film buzzed into its finale, I had the shocking revelation that this was really all it was going to be, and that wasn’t quite enough for a satisfying film.

            Now, small plots aren’t necessarily a bad thing, but they’re just plain boring when the tone of the film is so lifeless.  Rudd, who has a wonderfully disreputable charm, is the perfect casting choice for the burglar-turned-hero, but his hands are tied behind his back by the utter blandness of his character.  Like so many heroes in the MCU, he gets a short background that relates directly to his becoming a superhero, while the rest of him is left blank.  Any emotional traits these characters have lack nuance and are so simplistic that they can be described using caveman speak.  It’s sad to see Rudd so robbed of personality, and the scattered jokes he does get were surely added by himself and Adam McKay (who both get screenwriting credits).  The rest of the characters don’t fare any better, with Corey Stoll going way too big as the almost mustache-twisting bad guy and Evangeline Lily getting hamstrung by a forced romance and head-scratching motives.  Douglas gets the most fleshed-out character, but daddy figures don’t fare well in this universe, plus his ‘revelations’ are so obvious that they can only be withheld until midway through the film.

            But eventually that third act does kick in, and the final battle delivers the cool but silly fun that should accompany a character called Ant-Man.  From a technical standpoint, the way they capture Ant-Man’s changing size is a nice visual change-up from the usual punch-and-shoot battles.  They vary the scale that we see the fight in to match whatever size Ant-Man is taking, making the action sequences a trippy little treat.  Despite its relatively modest budget (it’s the lowest production budget of any MCU film), the effects are dazzling, providing the only interesting element that spans the entire film.

            The idea of giving this largely unknown and offbeat hero an introductory movie that matches his size wasn’t a bad call.  It’s the fumbling that occurred with the script, directing, and editing that makes this film so lifelessly forgettable.  Perhaps this lack of spark is what caused original director Edgar Wright to jump ship, leaving his replacement with only one last-minute defense:  to lay there like a slug.

Other Notes (Ridiculous Plot Point Version):
Ø  At one point, it’s claimed that Ant-Man’s suit has more potential dangers than Tony Stark’s, which is complete crap.
Ø  Along the same lines, what’s with the conceit that the suit would give the bad guys such a grave upper hand if they got ahold of it?  All you’d have to do is give the technology to the good guys, too, and the playing field would be level again.
Ø  The mysterious long-term mental effects of the serum makes no sense in this movie’s mythology.
Ø  So was Rudd’s character a Robin Hood-esque figure or a common burglar before he became Ant-Man?

Other Notes (Normal Version):
Ø  I really like the Ant-Man suit.
Ø  Let’s all take a collection and fund a solo movie for Michael Peña, because it was painful to see him relegated to this role.
Ø  *Credits Sequence Spoiler*:  Yeah, about time we get a female character that can actually fight with the big boys.

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Spy


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Released:  June 5th, 2015
Rated:  R
Distributor:  20th Century Fox
Starring:  Melissa McCarthy, Jason Statham, Rose Byrne, Miranda Hart, Bobby Cannavale, Allison Janney, Jude Law
Directed by:  Paul Feig
Written by:  Paul Feig
Personal Bias Alert:  not into broad comedy, haven’t seen any of Paul Feig’s movies

6 of 10





            The recent renaissance of commercially and critically successful James Bond flicks like Casino Royale and Skyfall have thrust the spy movie back into the spotlight.  Such success inevitably brings about parodies, homages, and comedic twists, littering cinemas with all variations on the genre.  2015 has already seen the homage-heavy Kingsman:  The Secret Service, and now we have the action-comedy Spy by writer/director Paul Feig.  Feig has openly spoken about how 2006’s Casino Royale planted the idea for Spy in his brain, and the years of gestation seems to have done the project some good.  For as broad of a comedy as it is, it’s remarkably well-balanced, delivery incessant comedy with smartly placed action.

            Feig again brings his female-lead twist, casting longtime collaborator Melissa McCarthy as the aspiring spy and filling out the rest of the cast with a raft of prominent women.  Miranda Hart appears as her sidekick, Allison Janney as her boss, and Rose Byrne as the main baddie.  Jude Law has the most prominent male role, and even he’s largely relegated to memories after a botched mission leads McCarthy into the field. 

Such female-driven films are slowly becoming more common, in no small part thanks to Feig and McCarthy, but rarely do we get to see the ladies dominating the action like they do here.  And I mean action, as McCarthy and company feature prominently in several rough-and-tumble sequences.  All are littered with quippy asides to maintain a light mood, but many are so well-choreographed that they are more than capable of standing on their own swivel-kicking feet.  Feig shows a good eye for capturing the action, using energetic cuts to keep it feeling rough without sacrificing continuity.  Similar camerawork is used throughout the film, helping to smooth the transition between the comedy and action elements.

Where the film stumbles is in its comedy, delivering the same ridiculous, mean-spirited jokes over and over again.  Feig must like McCarthy, otherwise they wouldn’t work together so much, but you wouldn’t know it by watching Spy.  Most of the time, her character is the continuous butt of jokes.  There is a sense that the jokes come from a place of misunderstanding, that everyone around her is only doing it based on incorrect assumptions about her appearance, but the fact that she becomes just as nasty as her compatriots takes away any chance this film had to teach a lesson about how incorrect this thinking is.  To be fair, McCarthy isn’t the only one to get picked on.  Everyone gets the hammer dropped on them at one point or another.  In fact, calling this film mean-spirited is incredibly nice of me, much nicer than the film is to its characters.  There are other, smarter ways of being funny.  Feig could have at least mixed it up a bit.

Despite the uphill battle, McCarthy remains a mostly likable presence.  She and all the other actors are hamstrung by paper-thin characters and a supremely traditional plot, but most operate adequately within these confines.  Jude Law and Rose Byrne make out the best, wringing their characters for all the smarm they’re worth without mugging for the camera.  Most of the cast seem happy enough to deliver their lines with all the clunk of a network sitcom, but it seems that Spy wasn’t aiming for much more than that.

Other Notes:
Ø  I like Rose Byrne in all these comedies she’s doing.
Ø  On the other hand, I didn’t like Jason Statham’s appearance.  I don’t blame Statham, I blame the irksome writing.
Ø  Someone will have to explain to me what’s funny about the pest infestations, because I didn’t get it.
Ø  In the film’s defense, I seemed to be much less enthused than the people at my screening were.  Perhaps the problem lies with me.