28.1.08

Sweeney Todd

I was surprised at how deathly boring the songs were-the singing is a bit weak all-around,but the songs themselves were terribly slow and lyrically uninteresting.Same goes for the violence-it rarely stepped out from repetitive throat-hacking,so the gore department was straight-out unimaginative and lacking in style.

The plot's predictably frail for a musical,but the set designs,costumes and overall exterior is illustriously designed-with a few outstanding visual scenes (Ms. Lovett's 'fantasy life' scene) that re-captured my attention after long periods of drone.

The best thing about Todd,undoubtedly,is Johnny Depp-who got a bit redundant from the Pirate sequels-who's so deep in character here,it's a bit frightening-rich,intricate details like the Murderous Gaze,the Slight Pout and Relaxed Posture are held from start to end-and along with Helena Bonham Carter's equally solid performance,the duo's performances are the only thing positively demonic about Sweeney Todd-the one thing tying it all together with a delicate knot-measly supported by Alan Rickman,Timothy Spall and Sacha Baron Cohen's small supporting parts,but sadly broken by the wearyingly dull songs (if I have to hear "I feel You,Johanna" one more time,feel free to put me on suicide watch),and the fact that both Johanna and Anthony were uninteresting in every possible way.

I feel that Burton's got great big ideas and the vision to execute them as commercial successes,but simply isn't psychotic or bizarre as he can be-as a result,most of his films show great potential but feel very restrained,and ultimately fail to provide what's promised.

26.1.08

Lyrics

So,we went for some much needed angst-freeing karaoke today.A lot of cruel teasing with the sappy pop songs at first,but then it was time to get serious and truly engage with our rage-diminishing the walls blocking us from unleashing our emotions,battling self-consciousness-and finally,just scream and shout.It was liberating.Anyways-I've realized karaoke can open your eyes to how truly asinine some songs are,and after much (not really,the choice was far too obvious) deliberation,the Worst Songwriting Award goes to Gwen Stefani whose songs are so outrageously stupid (lyrically) that you've just got to respect the woman for agreeing to sing them.

Save all your loving for me
We can't escape our love
Give me everything that you have
(4 In The Morning) Possibly the lines overheard during a playground rapping contest for demented infants.

Cause I've been acting like sour milk fell on the floor
It's your fault you didn't shut the refrigerator
Maybe that's the reason I've been acting so cold
(Sweet Escape) Impossibly dumb.

See, I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl
No man could test me, impress me, my cash flow would never ever end
Cause I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl
(Rich Girl) You'd have all the money in the world,if you were a wealthy girl-your cash flow would never end?Did you get an FBI agent to help you write this shit?-cos it's seriously brilliant.This is the kind of stuff you'd hear from someone who was heavily drunk,right before he/she dies from the over-intoxication.

When we touch it turns to gold
Sensitive and delicate, kinda like a tuberose
You know you are my treasure chest
It's pure perfection when we kiss and
You're my Mr., I'm your Miss
Gonna be until we're old
(Luxurious) This would be a suitable Backstreet Boys song.If they were all a bunch of tweens who think Iraq and Clinton are handbag lines.Like,oh-my-god.

Stupidity this extreme should be labeled Terrorism,and we should all be protecting our nation and children's minds from it.So if you do happen to find Gwen Stefani (or whichever genius behind these songs),kill her.Or at least throw a tomato into her face.

25.1.08

Feel

Slow news day,thank God there's this new Feist vid for 'I feel it All' to pick things up.Directed by Patrick Daughters (who has worked with Feist before,and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs),this time around it's just the carefree Canadian songstress launching fireworks on cue from a stick-deceivingly simple,but perfectly fitting for one of the album's top tracks.

Songs for the four-eyed girl.

Arcade Fire-Haiti
Sufjan Stevens-Pittsfield
Cat Power-Free
Ryan Adams-Shallow
Peter Bjorn & John-Poor Cow
Spoon-Finer Feelings

Random line taken from a book I'm currently reading (Jonathan Safran Foer-Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close)-"The secret was a hole in the middle of me that every happy thing fell into".Ah,how beautiful.

+In light of his recent passing,here's Ellen's low-key but touchingly sincere tribute to Heath Ledger (via PopCandy).

23.1.08

Juno

Let's do this the old-fashion way,split it up into goods and not-so-goods.

Me-Likeys.

+It's seldom we get a film with three-dimensional characters while doing it so with so much honesty-I love how conflicted and real they are,none come clean and straight-cut like your typical cinema chess pieces.

+The acting here is top-notch.Everyone's giving their absolute best,though two invariably stand out-Ellen Page (who was equally-if not more-terrific in Hard Candy),but the bigger surprise is Jennifer Garner, who has finally ceased taking up plain tit-flaunting roles to display her impressive dramatic breadth.Oh,and Michael Cera's pretty amazing too although not given too many words-there's often a hilarious moment where he's just smiling sheepishly,and it's so cute how nervous he gets around Juno,whose nonchalant indifference makes the whole thing even cuter.

+The way some truths handled so delicately,and how you get to know the characters more intimately as a result-like how married couple Jason Bateman & Jen Garner quietly and slowly drift apart-and you get all these signs the script offers subtly and lets us observe and understand,as opposed to being spoon-fed.There's a scene where they're choosing the paint color for the baby's room-it's a small scene but you can sense the relationship crumbling,none actually listening to the other but not bothered to argue.

Me-No-Likeys.

-The way music is used-sometimes the drama's reduced to a mushy music video,that the film occasionally winds up dealing with some very mature themes in a very kiddish,overly simple manner.

-The scenes of Ellen Page with Jason Bateman,how they supposedly bond over a shared taste in uber-violent film and old-time music-it was just so jarring.It feels like such a forced plot element and most of the time it sounds like they have no idea what they're talking about.

-Following from the last point,the film does feel like it's trying too damn hard sometimes.For instance,there's this scene where Juno and her bestie's conversing over lunchtime at school-they're not seated at a normal lunch table,instead they're at this stage-like place with trophies where others pass by,as if to say "Look how odd and offbeat we are,having casually witty conversations in places normal people usually don't!".Same goes for the final scene where they're playing guitar on the porch.And also how some minor characters who only appear once-like the pharmacist and the clinic receptionist-are made eccentric,when it just seems a tad unnecessary and done merely to appear hip and quirky.I think people who end up disliking this film or deem it overrated might use this as a main reason.

Final Say

+For the record,I'm not a big fan of Reitman's last film,Thank You For Smoking-it was full of vacuous pseudo-smart talk,the characters too slick and very impersonal-Juno instead boasts characters who are irresistibly charming,compellingly human and not nearly as cold.It's one of those films you might not like at first,but it'll eventually grow on you and soon sweep you off your feet.And as I said before (did I?Let's just play along),I only pointed out my main thoughts-I'm sure you'll find plenty of reasons to love this very sweet and funny film,there's just a huge amount of talent and heart in it.

+Interesting,Potentially Motivating Trivia-you might've read about it elsewhere,that Juno screenwriter Diablo Cody's a former stripper.Here's a link to an LA Times article on the matter,and her MySpace.

22.1.08

Oscar noms just in!

Most were more or less expected,No Country For Old Men & There Will Be Blood both frontrunners with 8 noms each.Some of the pleasant surprises were 13-year old Saoirse Ronan's Best Supporting Actress nod for Atonement-small chance,Cate Blanchett's (for I'm Not There) pretty much secured that one-and Ellen Page gets a deserving nom in the Best Actress category-a fourth for Juno,inc two for Best Film and Best Director.

I haven't seen most of the films,so I can't say much-except that Blanchett was a bit weak in the Elizabeth sequel-she's done much better,numerous times elsewhere- and Philip Seymour Hoffman was just passable in Charlie Wilson's War.I'll take the noms for Norbit & Transformers as a joke-these people are so funny sometimes.Disappointing that Into The Wild & Atonement were both snubbed from the Best Director category,and James McAvoy conspicuously left out.Let's keep an open mind and see how it goes.The Oscars will be broadcasted on Feb 24,hosted by Jon Stewart.

Full list here.

20.1.08

Cover

Bad cover alert.

Mark Ronson ft. Phantom Planet-Just (Radiohead cover)

Yea,I've got nothing else.That's just a really bad cover,such a stinkin' mess that for now,it's my top priority to get the word out and warn others of this atrocity.One of those songs so phenomenally awful it acts as a powerful deterrent,where you consciously avoid the artiste for a couple days or weeks or possibly for good unless something he/she makes up for it with something significantly good.Yeah,Ronson's in my shitlist for now.

Let's have something nice instead.

Link to the new Goldfrapp vid,A&E.She looks a bit like the Olsen who dresses up like she's homeless at times,or Madonna or Kate Hudson,but that's not really important.It's a lovely song,and the vid looks amazing.Vid director Douglas Wilson has a knack at using very limited elements to make great vids-youtube Bat For Lashes-What's a Girl to Do or Feist-My Moon My Man,you'll see what I mean.



17.1.08

Cloverfield

Format-wise it can be considered refreshing,interesting definitely-telling the story from the viewpoint of a character's amateur footage Blair Witch style-it's very rarely dizzying,and never disruptive to the story-but it's nothing groundbreaking.It knows how to build suspense-in the first half only glimpses of the monster are seen while the city crumbles at an alarming rate.Within minutes,people are scrambling on the streets as army troops struggle to take down the monster-all the chaos brilliantly reduced by choosing a swift,minimalist approach-very little is seen,and even the scariest of sights (i.e: Statue of Liberty's head on the road,the Manhattan Bridge collapsing) are shown only briefly-before the characters get a move on,the speedy pace allows the film to retain a sense of urgency that keeps the horror consistently intense for the most part.

The thing is,it desperately wants to distinguish itself from Godzilla or any monster movie in the genre-by doing a lot of things that mostly pay off,but one mistake is trying to make it a human movie in the process.There's this cheesy little love story at the center that carries a lot of weight-but it's essentially wafer thin and the director insists on trying to make it something profound,all this confirmed with an inappropriately artsy final scene that leaves the story feeling bare and wispy.

It doesn't want to be big and boastful,but in trying too hard to do that-it opts instead a modestly-sized monster movie that's not at all about monsters but how these monsters cause carnage and pandemonium,and seemingly focused on how a couple in love and their similarly under-developed,horribly-acted friends can survive it,it slips too far and ends up a power-lacking underachiever with no clear goals.There are no real heroes or victims,no real monsters (sure they're there in physical form being all troublesome,but-right,I'm gonna risk sounding like an idiot here-there's no real tangible danger beyond that) and...no real anything.The movie sure does have its moments-but overall,it's the type of movie you remember one or two scenes of,or else completely forget about after half an hour.

For a more rounded opinion,links to AICN and RT.

15.1.08

Funeral

Just attended a funeral in PJ-usually I try my best to avoid these things,they can be awfully glum and I always have a problem coming up with things to say (the usual "My condolences" & "So sorry for.." can sound trite,while anything more creative could earn me a couple awkward glares) but it turned out pretty alright,it was only my second time attending a Chinese funeral so it was fairly interesting.And this one good uncle was there,he's always so cheerful and friendly-cracking jokes at our table,where the adults laughed maniacally while I pretended to be focusing on the label of the water bottle in my hands,unsure what to do.We call him Uncle Les-he puts the fun in funeral,not that it's really fun for anyone though.On our way back,that Robbie Williams song about getting old and dying played on the radio and an image passed my mind briefly-of me in a coffin,being lowered into the ground and some James Blunt song playing in the background.Thank God I don't have to die anytime soon (well,hopefully),because James Blunt is so fucking corny.I wouldn't want that music playing anywhere,not even my cat's birthday party.

Managed to score couple ticks for Cloverfield on Thursday,I've been a huge sucker for the viral marketing campaign they started couple months back-first with the curiously short trailer when the movie was still nameless and speculations flew around,then with the fake websites and obscure clues to the project ingeniously planted in the most arbitrary places (ie-a Heroes episode).Lost creator JJ Abrams' attached to it,so I'm having pretty high expectations.Weird thing is that while it premieres in the states on Friday,the movie officially opens here in little ol' KL on Thursday-lucky us!This will keep me entertained (fingers crossed) while we wait for LOST to return on Feb 1st.

13.1.08

Kelantan

Got home couple hours back,from a four-day trip to Kelantan.

Spent the first day visiting the main bunch of uncles,aunties and cousins-most with new stories,or old ones with recent developments.There's always sadness here up north,where modern technology hasn't quite arrived yet and the locals are predominantly conventional with pretty much everything.But they still manage to remain cheerful somehow,laughing all the time and moving on with their daily lives-chatting about their seemingly endless predicaments over meals,in the car on a journey to somewhere-when they're idle and their minds restless.

Second night onwards we put up at an auntie's resort in Tok Bali,a place about an hour away from Kota Bharu with a relatively small population,widely dispersed across vast fields of paddy,tobacco and all sorts of plants.It's quiet there,all day hardly a noise is heard aside from the constant cooing of cows,insects and the woosh-ing of waves as they approach the pleasant shore,where kampung children come in groups in the evening to run,play and roll around.

And oh,someone got murdered on the second day we were there!Thankfully noone we knew,but a man who lived a couple kilometers away in a tiny,single-level shack with his family.We got the news after breakfast,all of us shocked-in a place as peaceful and uncorrupted as this,there are hardly any crimes and things like murder and rape are rarely heard off (or do they go unreported?) so Auntie Siti (fellow resort owner) sent a gang of man-eating cronies (really they were her workers,one a gardener and the other a cook I think-but let's play along and set her up as the Tok Bali Mafia Queen-a post that sounds dangerous but also irresistibly cute),to investigate the matter-which was laid out to us before dinner,as I distractedly watched the sun settle on the horizon and the untouchable night gently crawling out to us.Apparently drugs were involved (they seldom say drugs here,rubbing fingers to connote cocaine) and the deceased (gah,what a morbid word) owed some money or something so a few men brought him out and smashed his head open on a rock by the nearby river.

The problem about a life too peaceful,too clean and innocent,is that the dangers swim below and go unnoticed-drugs and unplanned pregnancies are rampant in Kelantan,locals too often to helpless to fight the circumstances-with a government that looks down upon such things,that seeking help would bring disgrace so the victim's left powerless,alone and without much restrain,the strong grow stronger and the weak,weaker.

But,er,it was a good trip anyways.I'm relieved to be home again.Altho I wish Badawi would be a bit more assertive-the man 's often seen on the evening news,giving some speech about how kita sebagai rakyat have to do this and appreciate this and I'm starring at the screen munching on samosa's nodding cooperatively feeling all fired up and patriotic as he talks on and we're all Malaysia's So Bloody Terrific.

It is,isn't it?

Pictoors.
Look,this baby has a beer belly!Nah,she's probably bloating up her stomach for this pic to look cute.What a genius.

As usual,this and a whole lot more at muh DEVIANTART.

9.1.08

Black Snake Moan

The King of Kong:A Fistful of Quarters-I'm not at all a fan of documentaries-but I enjoy ones like Wordplay that are primarily character-driven,myriad of facts & numbers aren't merely statistics but used to amplify the characters and the connections they have to greater clarity.So even one without any prior information or interest on the subject of video games can find it easy to appreciate this film.And it's exciting to see the characters,real people without a script or director dictating-under this unrestrained and naturally competitive environment,they unknowingly expose their true selves-the camera careful enough to pick up a minor details-a passing glance,a forced smile,snippets of phone conversations-that are extremely,and oh-so-deliciously telling.

Before The Devil Know You're Dead- It's desperate to drain out as much drama and story it can from its few characters that the end result is a horribly convoluted mess that runs past its countless plot lines with an openly drunken approach to developing depth.It can't decide where to really focus,not even at the very end-juggling the sibling chemistry,father's murderous vendetta,wife's two-timing,and a whole other bunch of shit clumsily added to the mix in hope of achieving a layered effect only welcomes frustration,that even once it's ended,various plot holes remain unsolved and the disappearance of two main characters is left completely unexplained.Also,a whole other bunch of things that hardly contribute to the film,mainly-1) the nonlinear arrangement of events is pointless,confusing and leaves the build-up fucked to bits 2) the ever-toplessness of Marisa Tomei adds absolutely nothing and seems like a last-minute call for savior 3) The script-people breaking down or launching into lectures at opportune moments,when it feels like they haven't done much to deserve it or to truly make it any bit meaningful,i.e.: sudden "I know I wasn't a good father" puke-inducing types.I want to bury this film six feet underground,in the furthest planet I can find.

Black Snake Moan-An instant favorite,for me at least.Some of my favorite reviewers have expressed strong hatred for it-often dubbed racist and misogynistic,two things I honestly didn't find here.Sure there's the white female town-whore unwillingly kept by a Bible-toting Black man who's out to cure her,but we soon find that they're both despondently torn and corrupt in their own ways and that it's a two-way relationship,with a lot of clever,often touching, metaphors that come in: like how the chain Christina Ricci's first unwillingly binded by eventually comes to protect her from herself.Oh,one mark of a great performance is that it slips your mind who the actor is,and the character itself surfaces past flesh & bones-like Christina Ricci here,who's chimes in one of last year's best,most overlooked performances.Unapologetically racy and at times unnecessarily dramatic (the scene where Sam Jackson plays an electric guitar and a sudden blackout occurs then then lights start flickering while he sings on-could've been played down a bit),the film's just the right combo of bizzare,truthful,intelligent and sexy.

The Great Debaters-Often one-sided with the arguments-the first time they (a Black team) debate a White team,the topic's something like "Blacks shouldn't be allowed admission to White Uni's"-you know there's going to be a touchy,totally guilt-free politician's speech of some kind,complete with "inspirational",overly theatrical calls for equality and so on.I had a feeling the supporting characters were mostly dumb playthings-the director treated them without any sympathy,leaving the few main characters as the only ones looking human.Formulaic and over-the-top,dull as hell,and it feels like something typically 90s-finishing it felt like an arduous chore.

5.1.08

Swan

My heart’s crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
Leona Lewis,Bleeding Love

Not a huge fan of the song,but I've got to admit-despite the slight cheesiness,there's something poetic in the imagery. (sigh)

If I was crying
In the van, with my friend
It was for freedom
From myself and from the land
Sufjan Stevens,Chicago

It's a surefire way to ruin my day
Just as soon as I'm on top of my life, there you are again
But don't react now, you can't go back now
Don't panic, panic, Mutya, just look ahead now
Groove Armada feat. Mutya,Song 4 Mutya

Songs for the rainy weekend.

Bat for Lashes-Prescilia
Modest Mouse-Little Motel
Adele-Best for Last
Feist-One Evening
Foo Fighters-Long Road to Ruin
Siouxsie-Into a Swan

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2.1.08

Atonement

Charlie Wilson's War-It's fairly commendable how the three main characters first appear like comic disasters for how they've been set up-they all first appear like people who've walked out of a costume party and don't fully embody their own characters at first,especially Julia Roberts whose accent changes wildly moment to moment-they eventually shed that stark unnaturalness,particularly Tom Hanks who shows he's well-suited for the unlikely role of a smooth-talking womanizer,his performance contains exactly the kind of pull and charisma Robert Downey Jr. totally missed in Zodiac.Nothing Oscar-worthy here though,and as for the story-too chatty,predictably feel-good and lacking the wit of an enjoyable political drama.

Atonement-The story's a bit tough to grasp at first,with a poor coherence holding the first two parts together (this is thankfully resolved by the third act,which very effectively ties all the seemingly loose parts into a very solid film),and aside from that there's not much to complain about.The cinematography here is simply outstanding-there's a generous share of shots that don't necessarily rely on landscapes or anything similarly big-scale to come out gorgeous.Deservingly one of 07s most respectable pictures,highly recommended.

No Country For Old Men-What begins and quite consistently continues to be an intense thriller is ultimately ruined by the messy arrangement of the last half hour-when the story seems to have closed to a conclusion,it stubbornly runs along to find something new to play with and for all the film's chilling quietness,we have towards the end a whole bunch of people talking gibberish and a few sleazy attempts at squeezing in some emotion for an otherwise completely soulless film.Nevertheless,if there's something truly,undeniably brilliant about it was Javier Bardem's performance that makes it worth your while to catch this.