Showing posts with label Jim Sturgess. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jim Sturgess. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Short Takes: "One Day" and "The Debt".

Even if it never makes justice to the book it's based on (the eponymous novel written by David Nicholls), One Day is an often delightful romance powered by pure star wattage and a great - albeit slightly gimmicky - concept. The film follows the relationship between Emma (Anne Hathaway) and Dexter (Jim Sturgess) over the course of two decades, but does so by showing what they do on the exact date they met. We see them grow from awkward college graduates to decently rounded adults; they survive destructive relationships, family tragedies, divorces, career and country changes etc. and the one thing that remains constant throughout is their love for one another.
Perhaps the novel's reach is a bit too ample to turn it into a small romantic comedy (it certainly would've been wonderful as a miniseries that took longer to flesh out Em and Dex better) because as it is, we often have a hard time knowing why the characters do what they do. Even if they never become mere archetypes - he of the fun-loving lothario and she of the obsessive control freak - we feel cheated, like we could've benefited more from knowing what they do on the dates we don't get to see.
Directed with a precise hand by Lone Scherfig (who follows the joyful style she used in An Education) the film has moments of marvel as well as scenes that seem to drag forever. Fortunately most flaws can be overlooked because of the performers. Sturgess is unusually passive, almost lacking in the exuberance needed to turn Dexter into a character we could hate and then fall in love with, however his quiet performance reveals that Dexter is a man who never knows himself fully (his scenes with Patricia Clarkson, who plays his mom, are violently delicate).
Hathaway - who sadly never mastered the required British accent - is all smiles and wide eyed contempt as Emma. As usual, Hathaway grabs a simple character and layers it with the kind of star quality few performers can add (only Julia Roberts lights up the screen with the same ease) while keeping a deep humanity that reaches to you beyond the screen. The film is by no means perfect (although the ending might just leave you weeping) but it works because of its utter sincerity. Few films nowadays are so straightforward about breaking your heart.

You gotta give it to John Madden: he's one versatile filmmaker! His constant traveling of genre to genre (he directed Shakespeare in Love and Proof) have turned him into the equivalent of a studio era director, who worked under producers and got little input to create his own authorial signature. With that said, he doesn't hit the mark in his espionage thriller The Debt, a decade spanning film that follows the lives of three former Mossad agents from their first big mission, to the fame it eventually brings them.
The spies are played by Jessica Chastain, Marton Csokas and Sam Worthington as young agents trying to catch a deranged Nazi surgeon in the 1970s. Their mature versions are played by Helen Mirren, Tom Wilkinson and Ciarán Hinds respectively (in a quite good casting decision). They all come together in their old age to settle a secret they've been living with for decades, the film then uses flashbacks to show us what marked and bonded them forever.
The main issue with the film is how Madden tries to trick us, only to then reveal how entire scenes are nothing but lies. This never works because in the film's context - which most certainly isn't an artistic exercise a la Antonioni - all the scenes seem to be fact based. His idea of toying with perception is indeed respectable but the execution is sloppy and often causes confusion (did we see right or were we dozing off mid-screening?).
Mirren is fantastic as usual but the best in show honor goes to Chastain who plays her character with an angsty vitality one would only attribute to someone like, well, Mirren. She conveys such a damaged past that we only have to see in her eyes to understand where she's coming from and why she's doing what she does. Few performances are this magnetic and exciting, anyone looking for a new action heroine, take note.

Grades:
One Day ***
The Debt **½

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Sheet-y Saturday.

Where we take a look at posters for upcoming features.


I've decided that there's just no way this movie will suck. The book is fantastic (an instant favorite in my all time list) and well, you know how I feel about Anne Hathaway.
The marketing campaign so far has been flawless, even if this is just a variation from the first poster, what a variation!
The instantly iconic image of Anne and Jim Sturgess embracing is now decomposed and made out of Polaroid snapshots, one for each year that the movie covers.
Just, wow, I'm already sobbing a bit thinking of the final product.

People, read the book!

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Sheet-y Saturday.

Where we take a look at movie posters for upcoming features.

The idea of Scream 4 truly makes me squeal like a schoolgirl.
And I love the way in which this poster follows the originals but gives them an edge, quite literally as the mask takes the shape of a knife.
It's this combination of campy horror, comedy and critique that make Wes Craven's Scream movies such a delight to watch.


This poster reminds me of something but I can't really put my finger on it...is it the famous V-Day kiss picture? Perhaps a scene from A Man and a Woman?
Whatever the answer turns out to be, the undeniable truth is that this one sheet is a truly breathtaking piece. Not only are the stars' faces almost concealed (you have Anne Hathaway and Jim Sturgess and purposefully choose not to show them? That's cojones right there) but the image composition thrives with sexual, romantic and sigh-inducing energy.
Why the hell aren't rom-com posters more adventurous this way?

So, is it romance or thriller for you this week?

Thursday, August 26, 2010

I'm Just Wild About Annie.


I ran into this picture of Anne Hathaway on location and the first thing that came to my head was "OMG she's finally doing the Judy Garland movie!".
In what seems to be late 60's fashion she looks as wonderful as usual (gotta love the bright red lips) but turns out this was for another movie instead.
Anne is currently shooting One Day alongside Jim Sturgess. The film is directed by Lone Scherfig and based on David Nicholls' bestseller. Amazon.com is recommending this book to me all the time and now I know Anne liked it, it has honestly sparked my curiosity.
Any of you read it?

Monday, February 18, 2008

Across the Universe *1/2


Director: Julie Taymor
Cast: Evan Rachel Wood, Jim Sturgess, Joe Anderson
Dana Fuchs, Martin Luther, T.V. Carpio

Julie Taymor lets you down in this overblown cornucopia of visuals, the Fab Four and faux political statements dressed in film clothes.
Jude (Sturgess) is a Liverpool dock worker who leaves home to find his dad who works in Princeton.
Max (Anderson) is a WASPy type who despises his wealth and drops out of college to take the bohemian life.
His sister Lucy (Wood) has just graduated from high school and lost her boyfriend in Vietnam.
Prudence (Carpio) is a young lesbian who develops a new crush in every scene, but seems to have trouble coming to terms with her sexuality.
Before you can say Yoko Ono, all of these people have come together to live in a Greenwich Village apartment where they go through civil uprisings, war and heartbreak.
Lucy falls for Jude, Max gets drafted and Prudence develops an infatuation over Sadie (Fuchs) a Janis Joplin inspired crooner who was inserted into the plot to play voice for JoJo's (Luther) Hendriz-esque guitar.
Done specifically to play "spot the reference" with fans of The Beatles, the plot revolves around their songs and what moment and visual statement Taymor finds appropriate for each of them.
While you get an inkling that the film was trying to remind us of the timelessness of the songs and the parallels we can draw between the 60s and this decade, the point gets lost or muffled under the images and sounds.
None of the characters get believable emotional archs. You wonder where did all of Lucy's grief go and why does she fall in love with a British womanizer who apparently couldn't care less about his father's rejection.
But when you're beginning to take notice of the obnoxious shallowness of the film, Taymor throws another unnecessary musical number at you.
Just when everything seems as if it's "borrowed" enough from "Moulin Rouge!"'s aestehtics and The Beatles' songs, the film comes and delivers its supposed universal message of how to fix everything: all you need is love.
While the characters sing that and we reflect on how they never seemed to have been affected by anything that occured to them and all they care about is behaving like irresponsible hippies with empty agendas, we sadly realize that nothing's gonna change their world.