Showing posts with label Brian Geraghty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brian Geraghty. Show all posts

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Word.


One of the first things I loved about "The Hurt Locker" was its title.
When I saw it almost six months ago I was fascinated by the enigma behind the way the screenwriter named it.
To be honest I never quite got what it meant; was it a locker filled with pain, or was it about a damaged locker?
Forgive me for my random grammatical/existential dilemmas but both could make sense you know? Said locker could refer to the Iraq war and how it brings pain to all involved and in the second sense it could also point out how demoralizing the war has been for the US Army.
Curiously it wasn't until today that I actually did a little research to see what this meant and to my surprise-which makes me feel kind of dumb-it's apparently a very used expression in America.

hurt locker
noun - a period of immense, inescapable physical or emotional pain.
- A figurative place where someone is said to be or will be, if they are getting or expect to be getting hurt or beaten.

It apparently also means a hangover (which takes me to some awful places in terms of could've been Oscar nominees).
So as you may know English isn't my first language and as much VH1 as I watch I'll probably never have a full grasp of American slang.
But those of you who live there, have you used the expression before? Is it as common as Google said? Why do you think Mark Boal titled his screenplay that way?

Monday, February 1, 2010

Wishful Thinking (Oscar Edition).


With Oscar nominations less than twenty four hours away it's our last time to look up on the skies, find a star, make our biggest wishes and then watch the following day how AMPAS shatters them.

This year mine would be:
"Bright Star" getting in for Best Picture and Best Director but since I know those are laugh-out-loud lost causes, then would they please please nominate Abbie Cornish for Best Actress?
After all the buzz she got in Cannes she seemed one of the most sure causes come awards season, but they have replaced her with the likes of Emily Blunt in a mediocre biopic, Helen Mirren in a we-haven't-seen-it-but-it must-be-good-because-you're-in-it biopic and most terrifying of all Sandra Bullock in a racist trying to pas of as feelgood biopic.
Considering how Cornish is almost a lost cause as well, I'll cross my fingers for Bullock and Blunt, maybe that'll jinx their chances.

Oh and if "Bright Star" is ignored in Costume Design and especially Cinematography someone will need to give me a tranquilizer or shoot the Academy.

I would also love to see "The Hurt Locker"'s Anthony Mackie or Brian Geraghty get in Best Supporting Actor over people like Matt Damon whose whole movie is a big pile of "huh?" in the face of art.

I rest assured that the Foreign Language Branch won't fuck up this year and snub "The White Ribbon" or "A Prophet" and they would make for a perfect trio if they also remembered "The Secret in Their Eyes" (with "The Milk of Sorrow" and "Samson and Delilah" rounding up the lucky five). If any of these is snubbed and "Winter in Wartime" or "The World is Big and Salvation Lurks Around the Corner" made it, it truly would be outrageous.

As usual I won't even bother with predictions, they are perhaps one of the most frustrating and Sisyphean endeavors any Oscar buff can get into and even if none of my wishes get granted, a boy has the right to dream, doesn't he?

Saturday, January 23, 2010

SAG-ged.

How the SAG awards manage to be the dullest awards show year after year will always be a mystery to me, this year they were no different and went along with what's been going on for the whole season awards wise.
Mo'Nique, Jeff Bridges, Christoph Waltz and the cast of "Inglourious Basterds" won as expected (they both deserve all their accolades for a change) but just what the hell is going on in the minds of people who voted for Sandra Bullock?
Sure she's nice and fun and everything, but she gave the fifth best performance in her category. Since people have suddenly become so reluctant to keep on awarding Meryl Streep why not then recognize the best female performances in the category which would be Gabourey Sidibe's and Carey Mulligan's?
The only reason I can explain Bullock's win would be that the actors secretly hate Meryl Streep (considering that Mulligan and Sidibe are somehow non-factors to these dumb voters) and wish she would retire so she wouldn't make them all look so lazy and mediocre.
Moving on...a few thoughts from the ceremony.
I love how retro Simon Baker and Anna Paquin looked together.
He looked straight out of the "A Single Man" collection while she evoked Twiggy and Jane Fonda.

Say what you will of the movie, which wasn't the devil's envoy as most people say, these women were by far the best dressed cast.
Whoever advised Nicole Kidman to do some pot and think Woodstock when dressing for tonight, did her a great service as she's never looked so fresh and free.
Marion Cotillard looked straight out of a runway, that dress is spectacular and a mini! While Kate was breathtaking. Penélope somehow was the most meh of them all.
But she has me used to being all blah during these award shows and then just blowing my mind at the Oscars, so let's hope she does it again.

Sexiest male cast ever? Probably.

Now on to my favorite looks,


I've always had the notion that Lanvin can make magic on anyone.
With Carey Mulligan they gave her by far the best look she's had during this whole season. She's looked pretty before, but this time she actually made me go "wow".
Something about the draping makes Carey look like a classic screen siren, not the underfed waif she's been looking like in the past.

After last week's odd pink thingamajig, Diane Kruger is back to looking like an icon. In this stunning gown, in that risky color, she pulls off what Michelle Williams almost did at the 2006 Oscars. But she takes it to another level.

Alexander McQueen makes a vision out of Anna Paquin.

I don't love Joan Allen's look but I found it interesting that she and Nicole Kidman went for the same free spirited style, complete with free flowing tresses and hip jewelry.

Although it must be said that the huge back cleavage showed me more than I'd ever want to see from Goldie Hawn's offspring, Kate Hudson has never looked so damn good before!
Sure the dress is essentially Hilary Swank circa 2005, but the color gave her an aura of elegance, sexiness and drama no other lady achieved during the awards.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

The Hurt Locker ****


Director: Kathryn Bigelow
Cast: Jeremy Renner, Anthony Mackie, Brian Geraghty
Christian Camargo, Evangeline Lilly, David Morse
Guy Pearce, Ralph Fiennes

The notion of war always brings up intangible concepts of right & wrong, good & evil and, in the case of the American Iraq invasion, opposing political views.
But what of the people inside the battle? The soldiers for whom far is usually just a far away event. What happens to them when they suddenly find themselves in foreign lands, fighting people they can't even communicate with.
They have no time to sit down and analyze why what they're doing is wrong. They can't opt for peaceful views or no-violence policies because they might die if they do.
And no other film in recent history has made such keens observations on what it's like to be a soldier as Kathryn Bigelow's masterful "The Hurt Locker".
The film opens with a quote by New York Times war correspondent Chris Hedges which states that "war is a drug".
Following this concept Bigelow throws us right into the action as members of the Explosive Ordnance Disposal unit try to deactivate a bomb in the middle of a Baghdad neighborhood.
The mission goes wrong and the leader is killed. Less than three minutes later we meet Sgt. William James (Renner) who comes as a replacement for the former unit leader.
Other members in his team include Sgt. J.T. Sanborn (Mackie) and Spc. Owen Eldridge (Geraghty) who are in charge of covering James' perimeter while he works.
The movie then moves in vignettes-as opposed to following a story determined chronology-chronicling how many days are left for James in the unit.
Since there is no obvious leading point, the film's dramatic tension comes from within the untold stories of the characters, particularly the clashing tension between James and Sanborn who are extreme opposites.
James seems to get a rush out of his job and often jeopardizes the whole unit by taking avoidable risks. Sanborn on the other side reminds him "we're on a mission, my job is to protect you so we can go on other missions!".
It's fortunate that these characters are played extraordinarily by Mackie and Renner who anchor in the film, even stealing the spotlight from bigger stars (like Fiennes and Pearce who get limited roles) precisely by remaining completely grounded.
Renner has all the energy, and slight looks, of Daniel Craig; a tough, almost careless exterior tormented by everything he left behind in his home (a baby and wife played by Lilly).
He embodies the "drug is war" theme of the movie because he approaches every mission as if it resembled something like fun, imagine Slim Pickens in the "Dr. Strangelove" finale. He gets his "adrenaline fix", as a character tells him, by defying basic security measures and in his eyes we can see that he knows each time might very well be the last.
But besides the rough physique there is something moving about James; he befriends a young sales boy called Beckham (Christopher Sayegh), with whom he reveals a side of the paternal protectiveness he lacks with his fellow soldiers.
Or perhaps he's just looking for meaning to what he does, Renner is so effective you never know for sure what's inside his mind.
Mackie provides a remarkable stability; that he respects the rules doesn't mean he wish he didn't, when he threatens James by saying "I can figure out a redneck piece of trailer trash like you", it's impossible not to be overcome by his tranquil wrath.
Geraghty doesn't get much screen time but in his scenes he plays out the unsure soldier wonderfully. Pearce, Fiennes and particularly Morse shine in their bit roles.
Still this isn't a buddy/war movie since the characters never really achieve that movie-ness we're used to expect from the genre.
Bigelow does the whole dislike-disdain-bonding-reserved admiration thing without bells and whistles; these men know they might never get to see each other again every time they're on an assignment.
The entire film exudes this suspense element giving Bigelow an opportunity to build some magnificent setpieces aided by the marvelous camera of Barry Ackroyd who has a great eye for detail.
The editing, sound and visual design of the film understand what makes action sequences fascinating; the camera lingers, making us wish we could turn our eyes away and make us feel like we're right in the middle of the action.
Bigelow's explosions aren't cut in two second long edits, they force us to watch every little moment. One of the movie's most powerful scenes has James trying to remove a device from a suicide bomber, with two minutes before the timer goes off, the movie reaches levels of adrenaline Hollywood usually reserves for mediocre summer blockbusters.
Contrary to what one might expect Bigelow's movie, or Mark Boal's screenplay perhaps, is completely apolitical. Watching the film this neutrality comes off as looking slightly coward, but it's only after it has ended that it all makes sense.
Bigelow is not interested in taking sides, which is why her movie might appeal to war dissenters, who see the inhumanity in this hell, and also to supporters who will only see the patriotic way in which the soldiers do their job (might even serve as a recruiting method for those who detect the excitement of combat in it).
The director of course won't care what side the viewer is, her film is a historical document which like the greatest art is left to be deciphered by the beholder.