Mini Reviews (March 2012)
Silent House, Gone, Casa de mi Padre, A Thousand Words, For the Love of Movies: The Story of American Film Criticism
Silent House (March 10/12)
Based on 2010's eponymous Argentinean thriller, Silent House follows Elizabeth Olsen's Sarah as she and her father (Adam Trese's John) attempt to spend a summer afternoon restoring an old house - with the pair's efforts eventually hindered by the presence of one or more palpably sinister figures. Silent House, which unfolds in one long, uninterrupted take, admittedly takes a while to wholeheartedly grab the viewer's interest, as the nature of the film's central stylistic conceit initially does lend it a stagy, almost amateurish feel that proves impossible to overlook. It's a vibe that persists right up until filmmakers Chris Kentis and Laura Lau start peppering the narrative with decidedly tense interludes, with the creepiness inherent in such moments heightened by the strength of Olsen's frequently spellbinding performance. There's little doubt, however, that the movie's tenuous momentum takes a serious hit in the progressively uneventful midsection, as Kentis and Lau primarily devote this portion of the film to Sarah's solo investigation of the creepy (and excessively dark) house. It's routine, tedious stuff that grows more and more interminable as time progresses, with the decidedly repetitive nature of Sarah's antics - ie she spends a lot of time cowering and exploring - diminishing the impact of the revelations that come fast and furious in the film's final stretch. It's ultimately impossible to label Silent House as anything more than a failed cinematic experiment, which is a shame, certainly, given the strength of Olsen's work and the directors' sporadically stirring visual sensibilities.
Gone (March 12/12)
A frequently disastrous piece of work, Gone follows Amanda Seyfried's Jill as she's forced to relive a traumatic kidnapping after her sister vanishes from their shared home - with Jill's mental problems provoking serious skepticism among several incompetent detectives (ie they believe that both incidents are a product of Jill's imagination). Filmmaker Heitor Dhalia has infused Gone with a consistently (and incongruously) deliberate pace that alienates the viewer right from the get-go, with the less-than-engrossing nature of the central mystery - ie is Jill crazy or not? - perpetuating the movie's decidedly tedious vibe. Seyfried's fine performance is consequently rendered moot, and it's also worth noting that Dhalia manages to squander a fairly impressive supporting cast (which includes, among others, Nick Searcy, Jennifer Carpenter, and Wes Bentley). The pervasively misguided bent of Allison Burnett's screenplay is reflected most keenly in the attitude of the aforementioned cops, as it quickly becomes clear that their skepticism is dictated less by logic and more by the demands of the progressively shaky storyline. The film's hopelessly lifeless atmosphere grows more and more problematic as time passes, with the absolutely interminable climax, in which Seyfried's unsympathetic character drives around a dark forest for what feels like an hour, cementing Gone's place as an aggressively pointless and boring thriller.
Casa de mi Padre (March 14/12)
It's ultimately impossible not to wonder just what director Matt Piedmont and scripter Andrew Steele initially set out to accomplish with Casa de mi Padre, as the film, which is ostensibly a parody of Spanish-language melodramas, comes off as a consistently disastrous and aggressively unwatchable cinematic endurance test that's sure to leave casual viewers fuming with rage. The intentionally absurd narrative follows hard-working rancher Armando Alvarez (Will Ferrell) as he's caught up in a love triangle after his brother (Diego Luna's Raul) returns home with a beautiful fiancée (Genesis Rodriguez) on his arm, with the situation complicated by the increased presence of a feared drug lord known only as The Onza (Gael Garcia Bernal). Filmmaker Piedmont has infused Casa de mi Padre with an intentionally (and persistently) broad sensibility that's reflected in its myriad of attributes, with the movie's unapologetically over-the-top atmosphere setting a tone of love-it-or-hate-it divisiveness right off the bat. But given that the novelty of the film's execution wears off after about three minutes, it seems likely that even the hardiest of viewers will find themselves wondering just what the point of all this is - with the film's various problems compounded by its pervasive, unconscionable lack of laughs (ie Piedmont, for example, believes that the mere sight of a character smoking two cigarettes at the same time is gut-bustingly hilarious). There's virtually nothing here that works, from Ferrell's obnoxious performance to the unpleasant visuals to the slower-than-molasses storyline, and it's ultimately clear that Casa de mi Padre, which would hardly have worked as a brief Saturday Night Live sketch, stands as the most misguided and flat-out interminable "comedy" to hit theaters in a good long while.
no stars out of
A Thousand Words (March 27/12)
Hopelessly underwhelming from start to finish, A Thousand Words follows fast-talking agent Jack McCall (Eddie Murphy) as he's forced to reevaluate his life after a mystical tree sprouts up in his backyard. Said tree, it turns out, loses a single leaf with every word spoken (or even written) by Jack, and, according to a New Age figure named Dr. Sinja (Cliff Curtis), Jack will die once the tree is completely bare. It's a rather hokey premise that's employed to pervasively unremarkable effect by director Brian Robbins, as the filmmaker has infused the proceedings with a relentlessly lightweight feel that prevents the viewer from working up any real interest in or sympathy for Jack's situation - with the hands-off atmosphere compounded by an ongoing emphasis on jokes and gags of an unfunny, frequently desperate nature (eg Jack begins sweating profusely as the tree is watered, Jack's wacky assistant begins talking "gangsta" to an important client, etc, etc). The sentimentality that comes to dominate the second half does, as a result, fare somewhat better than one might've expected, as such moments are, comparatively speaking, a mild improvement over the excessive silliness of the movie's opening hour. But the complete and utter lack of subtlety within Steve Koren's screenplay is ultimately nothing short of exasperating, and it's finally impossible to label A Thousand Words as anything more than a hopelessly flat and thoroughly forgettable piece of work.
For the Love of Movies: The Story of American Film Criticism (March 28/12)
For the Love of Movies: The Story of American Film Criticism documents the creation and rise to prominence of movie reviews following the birth of cinema more than 100 years ago, with the film covering the various touchstones that have cropped up over the decades and boasting interviews with such notable figures as Roger Ebert, Andrew Sarris, Elvis Mitchell, and A.O. Scott. It's clear immediately that For the Love of Movies: The Story of American Film Criticism has been designed to appeal to a very specific demographic, although, to be fair, it's worth noting that director Gerald Peary generally does a nice job of opening the proceedings up to a wider audience - with the frequent inclusion of captivating film clips often compensating for the predominantly static, talking-heads-type atmosphere. Peary's efforts at documenting every important era within the film criticism scene ultimately does ensure that certain sections are either too short or too long (eg the prolonged emphasis on Pauline Kael's reign is surely an apt example of the latter), with Peary's decidedly low-rent aesthetic - eg the score sounds like something one could download for free from the internet - undoubtedly compounding the movie's pervasively erratic feel. And although the film admittedly overstays its welcome to a slight degree, For the Love of Movies: The Story of American Film Criticism is, for the most part, an eye-opening primer into the world of movie reviewing that finally, appreciatively gives critics their due.