Posts Tagged ‘Woody Allen’

TV Review: “Independent Lens – No Subtitles Necessary: Laszlo & Vilmos”

No Subtitles Necessary: Laszlo & VilmosThe latest installment of the vaunted PBS series Independent Lens is No Subtitles Necessary: Laszlo & Vilmos. The documentary about the legendary Hungarian cinematographers debuts this week around the country. Check your local listings for time and channel.

Laszlo Kovacs and Vilmos Zsigmond met at film school in Budapest in the 1950s. When Soviet tanks rumbled into the city to crush the reform movement in 1956, the two friends took to the streets to document the horrors of the crackdown. They understood the importance of the footage they had, and volunteered to smuggle it out of their repressed country.

The two filmmakers eventually settled in Hollywood, where they did all sorts of odd jobs before getting opportunities to work on low-budget horror and biker films. Over the next 40 years, they created some of the most indelible images in the history of film. Kovacs got his break when he was tapped to be the Director of Photography for the seminal film Easy Rider in 1969. He went on to be the cinematographer on some of the greatest films of the 1970s, including Bob Rafelson’s Five Easy Pieces, Peter Bogdanovich’s Paper Moon, Hal Ashby’s Shampoo, and Martin Scorsese’s New York, New York. In the 1980s, he worked on films like Ghostbusters and Say Anything.

At the same time, Zsigmond was creating his own masterpieces, the first of which was his work on Robert Altman’s classic McCabe & Mrs. Miller. He went on work with Steven Spielberg on Sugarland Express, and most notably Close Encounters of the Third Kind, for which he won the Academy Award. His credits also include Michael Cimino’s The Deer Hunter, and Heaven’s Gate. He received his fourth Academy Award nomination for his work on The Black Dahlia in 2006, and he is currently at work on his third film with Woody Allen. (more…)

CD Review: Porcupine Tree, “The Incident”

A famous occurrence found its way into Woody Allen’s film Manhattan. The director has just explained all the artistic allusion and metaphor in his latest work, pouring over details and really attempting to make an artistic statement. Then comes time for the audience Q&A session. First question: when are you going to be funny again? I had this thought while listening to Porcupine Tree’s latest, The Incident.

Before you misconstrue where I’m headed, let me say I enjoyed The Incident quite a bit. It is, as the prog rock geeks prefer, an epic with that first and title track actually being a suite of songs and interludes (14 in all), ranging from the opening piece of aggressive guitar, “Occam’s Razor” to the affecting pop-hard rock of “Time Flies,” the centerpiece of the suite, to the melancholic and affecting closer, “I Drive The Hearse.” Four additional songs are found on a second disc, unrelated to the suite but no less tonally similar, and here lies my hesitance about The Incident.

The band’s output has been steady and prolific, from chief Steven Wilson’s initial psychedelic leanings, to full-on prog, to a pop-rock feel for often forgotten gems like Stupid Dream and Lightbulb Sun. The band started to get broader attention with their In Absentia CD, but for the past few albums, that has been the dominant descriptor of Porcupine Tree music. Indeed, when people describe the band, they call on In Absentia, Deadwing, Fear of a Blank Planet and will surely add The Incident to that list, while there is a greater breadth of stylistic adventure just behind those recordings. It would be a broad stroke to claim the band has solely locked into a string of metal assaults punctuated by gorgeous, sad balladry, but each new album brings us closer to that conclusion. I’ve been waiting for that shift that used to occur every two or so albums. (more…)

No Concessions: Summer Shorts, with Woody, Coppola, “Tony Manero,” and Zowie Bowie

Just about this time last year I devoted a column to indie or indie-ish movies hunkered down out there among the multiplex behemoths, titled “Summer Shorts.” It’s time for the sequel. The “specialty” market needs all the help it can get—this year’s biggest grosser among the littles has been Sunshine Cleaning, which washed up with a paltry $12 million in the till, or about what it costs to stage a Quidditch match. Consider this a lifeline, for them and for you, if you’re sick of super-stuff (and don’t forget the excellent The Hurt Locker, which I reviewed two weeks ago).

What I liked best about Moon, which I saw this opportune week, was its retro look. Director Duncan Jones (once known as “Zowie Bowie,” son of the formerly named David Jones) was inspired by the industrial design of Silent Running, Alien, and Outland, which production designer Tony Noble and visual effects supervisor Gavin Rothery translated with models rather than computer graphics. Every time the movie, shot in slightly distressed widescreen by Gary Shaw, ventures outside to the lunar surface I was transported to the pre-digital era. This movie has those movies in mind and also the worlds of Gerry Anderson, of TV’s Thunderbirds and Space: 1999, whose 1969 feature Journey to the Far Side of the Sun is another clear inspiration. (And maybe The Man Who Fell to Earth, but Jones is careful to distance himself from his space oddity dad.) (more…)

DVD Review: “Vicky Cristina Barcelona”

Vicky Cristina Barcelona (2008, The Weinstein Company)
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Whatever your feelings about Woody Allen — and Lord knows I’ve had my ups and downs with his movies — it’s impossible to overestimate his influence on American comedy. It’s sort of ironic, because Allen isn’t always very funny, but his classic films proved that people will pay to watch characters do little other than talk about their problems — heck, we’ll even show up if the movie doesn’t come with one of those stereotypical Hollywood endings. When he’s on his game, Woody will convince you it’s a good idea to pay full ticket price for 90 minutes of wordy self-analysis — and you’ll probably even get a few belly laughs out of it.

Of course, Woody isn’t always on his game, and as he’s moved into the autumn of his career, he’s often gotten full credit for partial work, especially from critics who remember Annie Hall and Hannah and Her Sisters and are grateful they no longer have to review stuff like Celebrity, Anything Else, or The Curse of the Jade Scorpion. It helps that Allen is so goddamn prolific that he essentially tapes over his failures as quickly as they happen, but he’s been on sort of a limited roll for the last 10 years or so, and because reviews for Vicky Cristina Barcelona were generally very enthusiastic — it sports an 81 percent at Rotten Tomatoes — I was looking forward to checking it out on DVD.

As it turns out, Vicky Cristina is the Woody Allen equivalent of a cinematic shrug. Nine times out of 10, when a movie kicks off with a voiceover, you can bank on it being a pretty lazy film, and this one is no exception. We learn all the important things about Vicky (Rebecca Hall) and Cristina (Scarlett Johansson) in the movie’s first few minutes thanks to Allen’s omniscient narrator (voice provided by Christopher Evan Welch), who tells us that Vicky is the responsible, engaged one, Cristina is the erratic, passionate one, and they’re headed off to Barcelona for the summer. Vicky believes in “the beauty of commitment”; Cristina has resigned herself to emotional exposure in pursuit of true feeling. You get the idea — and you also know, even if you haven’t read a word about the movie before watching it, that they’re going to cross paths with one or more hunky Spaniards who will Change Their Lives Forever.

It’s just one hunky Spaniard, as it turns out — a bohemian painter named Juan Antonio (played by Javier Bardem, who outclasses and outshines everyone else onscreen, particularly Johansson, who seems to be changing from an actress into a blank canvas before our eyes). Cristina spots Juan Antonio at a gallery opening and gives him the eye, and he takes the opportunity to invite the two Americans away for a weekend of admiring art and lovemaking. Cristina accepts, Vicky balks, and if you can’t see where this is heading by now, then you haven’t seen many movies. (more…)