I Like This Chick, She Has Rage Issues

As y’all know, I get emotional at certain things. I can usually see it coming. I didn’t expect any tears during Birds Of Prey And The Fantabulous Emancipation Of One Harley Quinn, and they came in one moment. My heart skipped a beat and I burst right into tears when Dinah Lance (Jurnee Smollet-Bell) finally let loose and we got a Canary Cry on the big screen.

That made me cry.

Anyway, on to the rest of the movie. It is an incredible triumph. It’s joyously funny, in a great silly way. Feminist without pandering or neutering itself. (Turns out just by centering women and making your villain a misogynist you can make a pretty feminist film even without posturing. Who knew? Oh, every woman ever, that’s right.)

Trying to explain the movie is beside the point for me, here, but it underperformed this weekend so GO SEE IT. Anyway, more thoughts, it’s framed around Harley Quinn trying to figure out what her life is going to look like post Joker. At first, she’s keeping the breakup on the DL, as she knows she’s crossed a lot of people in her career. But she finally snaps and blows up ACE Chemical (and then there’s a whole thing with a Bacon Egg And Cheese sandwich) and all hell breaks loose.

Harley finds herself in the crosshairs of Roman Sionus, AKA Black Mask, played deliciously by Ewan McGregor. Roman employs Dinah Lance AKA Black Canary (Jurnee Smollet-Bell, perfect) as a singer and enforcer, and Victor Szasz (Chris Messina) is his right hand man. She’s also being pursued by Detective Renee Montoya (Rosie Perez) They’re all looking for young pick pocket Cassandra Caine (Ella Jay Basco) who’s gotten her hands on the priceless Bertenelli Diamond, which holds the key to the vast fortune of an executed mob family.

Gotham’s underworld is also being cleansed by a mysterious Cross Bow Killer, who prefers Huntress, thank you. (Mary Elizabeth Winstead) and in the end, in order to survive, all the women band together to protect Cass.

There’s hijinks galore in between, fantastic action, plenty of swears. (The R rating is entirely for the use of the F word and some real bone crunching violence. It’s great) The movie is a brightly colored fever dream in places and totally perfect. Margot Robbie is a dream, the rest of the cast follows suits. (I have to admit hearing Rosie Perez’s actual Brooklyn accent next to Robbie’s exaggerated Quinn voice is hilarious.)

Seriously, this movie is so special. I’m thrilled with how DC movies have turned around in the past year. Aquaman was so fun! Shazam was miraculous, Joker uhhh, well Joaquin won an Oscar! And Birds Of Prey is so much fun. This gets me super psyched for Wonder Woman 1984, and also, as I realized Black Widow. 

All the super hero movies I’m looking forward to this year are about women. That’s incredible, given that a few years ago, no one even knew if Wonder Woman was going to ever happen.

Fangirl Loves Star Wars: Episode III: Revenge Of The Sith

It was kind of a relief to fall into one of the Star Wars movies even if it was one that’s kind of garbage but that I also love a lot.

Unlike when I watched Episode II nearly a month ago, where I had to really zero in on the elements of the movie that I liked because I love so many things about Episode III, it’s a mess of a film but it’s a damn fun mess, and it’s my mess, and I love it very much and will defend it until I die.

It’s overwrought, poorly plotted and for the most part indifferently acted. Though Ian McDirmind and Ewan McGregor excepted, they are both CHEWING SCENERY UP RIGHT AND LEFT and that makes the whole thing a worthy endeavor to me. But especially McGregor who has to sell the breaking of a man as his world comes crashing around him.

Coming to this so soon after finishing Clone Wars also adds a lot of Pathos to Yoda’s stuff too. I mentioned how what’s interesting about the last arc there is it lends a sadness and resignation to his plot. He knows the Jedi have to fall, but he’s also not ready to let the Sith take over. There’s a lot more weight to his decisions when you know that he knows they’re inevitable.

What strikes me everytime I watch this movie though is how quickly it moves. It’s not short. It’s not like MCU long either, but it’s not short. It does move though, and I really love all of the action sequences. If the acting were better and someone fixed the horrible, horrible George Lucas dialog, it would be a really really good movie. Instead it’s kind of a trash fire but I love it so, so so much.

Next week we talk about Solo: A Star Wars Story, which is an actually good movie that people think is a bad one and I want to fight those people.

In Other Star Wars News: 

There wasn’t a lot of Star Wars stuff out of San Deigo at least not that tracked with me. But Natalie Portman’s back in Thor: Love And Thunder, and Jane’s picking up the hammer like she did in the comics, so that’ll be fun.

Fangirl Loves Star Wars: Episode II: Attack Of The Clones

The night before I watched this I was hanging out with Tommy (cousin) and Mike (brother) and I was discussing this project. I got a “Ugh, prequels,” out of both of them, and when I said that I was at this point we all sighed and discussed how we, like most Star Wars fans just want our damn Obi-Wan movie starring Ewan McGregor, thank you!

Because, as I’ve said, over and over again, there is 1/2 of a good movie in Attack Of The Clones, and that is a movie I like to call, “Obi-Wan solves a mystery.” Obi-Wan figuring out the Clone army, Dooku’s allegiance to the Sith and the battle that results because of that is awesome. All of it. McGregor gives a great performance, and Samuel L. Jackson and Frank Oz back him up well. The Jedi dropping into the arena before Yoda comes with the clones is wonderful. I even like the corny dopey confrontation between Yoda and Dooku. (Christopher Lee was a perfect angel of Satan that we didn’t deserve playing all the funnest bad guys.)

I love that movie.

It’s just the other movie. The one where two hotties stare at each other awkwardly and we’re supposed to think they’re falling in love is soooo terrible that it drags the whole enterprise down. (Natalie Portman is at least trying here, unlike in her next outing, but it’s frustrating to watch her get nothing for her efforts,) But we’re not focusing on the things that we hate in this series right?

Of the three prequels this is probably the one I’ve seen most, because it’s very easy to watch when it’s on cable. It’s easy to click in and out of, it’s not too long, and it’s pretty to look at. And the performances (give or take a Hayden Christiansen) are pretty fun.

Next week we start into The Clone Wars with Season 1. Once again, with the help of my local library. Watching the DVDs is going to be nice to keep from over binging too. Something about actually getting up to change the disk is different than just clicking through to another episode.

Also, library materials need to be returned, so I can’t put off watching either. Win Win! Anyway, we’ll have six weeks of shouting about Ahsoka coming up!

Fangirl Loves Star Wars: Episode I: The Phantom Menace

So I’m using the summer and the shortened to Game Of Thrones year plus the end of The Skywalker Saga in December to Rewatch Star Wars, (Or in the case of parts of Rebels and all of Resistance, watch for the first time!)

Since the New Triology, (referred to as NT from now on,) I’ve had the distinct pleasure of really diving into this world. I’ve loved Star Wars for as long as I can remember and it’s probably my favorite topic of conversation.

So, you’re going to be treated to weekly updates, sometimes a movie, sometimes a season of one of the shows. (Or, an episode of one of the shows, when The Mandolorian hits our streaming plans.)

This week we’ll start at the begining, mostly because release order is messy and frankly, I’d rather knock out The Phantom Menace and Attack Of The Clones, you know?

So, last night I watched The Phantom Menace, and…I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. I swing so wildly on this movie. I don’t think it’s good. Not even in a fun so bad it’s good way. It’s a deeply misguided movie, with story choices that seem to come out of left field, many of which could be better with slight tweaks. (Aging Anakin a few years and removing the slavery subplots, for example would do wonders for the movie’s clunkier stuff.)

The performances are stilted, something that gets marginally better as the Prequel Trilogy (PT) goes on. Liam Neeson is great from jump, and it’s a shame they never found a way to work Qui-Gon back into things. Obviously Ewan McGregor shows promise, and he’s definitely the most lively here, though Natalie Portman comes to life when she’s allowed to. The raid on the throne room in Naboo is probably her best moment in the whole PT.

There’s just not a lot to engage with here, which is a real shame. I want to engage as positively as I can in these reviews, even with the movies I don’t care for. I’ve had a enough of toxic whining and nit picking in fandom for a lifetime in the past two weeks. (Haven’t we all? How do we feel about Khalessi’s turn to madness? King Bran? Is the show sexist? God I’m tired…)

So, what are the things I like in The Phantom Menace. I actually think it starts and ends strong, it’s the middle that’s wonky. Pretty much any time there’s action, it’s really really good. It’s my favorite of the John William’s scores. (They’re all wonderful, but “Duel Of Fates” is so fricking good, it puts it over the top for me.) Darth Maul is great. The cast is superb and the movie looks much much better than I remembered.

And it is a good starting point for the saga is the thing, just, some odd and clunky choices were made, so we’re stuck with them now. Such a shame, to be truthful.

Anyway, next week we gear up with Attack of The Clones, which is just awful, but again, very pretty and does have my favorite performance for Ewan McGregor. I’m trying to get these done and on the schedule a few weeks ahead so I don’t find myself struggling like I did with some of the Marvel stuff.

 

 

Ever Just The Same, Ever A Surprise

Beauty And The Beast

Beauty And The Beast is not my favorite Disney movie. I love it a lot, and I still think it’s one of the greatest examples of a film musical. (Right behind Singin In The Rain and The Sound Of Music.)  So I had similar if not the same expectations as everyone going into the movie last weekend.

I wasn’t disappointed. Baffled, unsure, and impressed, for sure, but never disappointed.

The basics of Beauty And The Beast remain as they always have been, but the new film manages to add wrinkles and twists to the story you know that are surprising enough to make watching the film engrossing. The characters we know and love are given turns in their paths and depths revealed in their wake.

If I sound a little too poetic I’m sorry, but I was very happy with this movie. I’m obsessed with this cast, with the decision made in it’s screen play, and I could babble on for days about the visual, but I guess I have to focus on one thing at a time.

Let’s start with the cast. Emma Watson is delightful as Belle. There’s none of Hermione’s intensity or bossiness in her quiet thoughtful French village girl, and that’s something of a relief. Watson’s voice is noticeably autotuned in spots, but when it isn’t has a lovely sing song quality that I think suits the piece quite well. Dan Stevens brings a mournful heartbreak to the Beast and “For Evermore” is an excellent addition to the canon of Howard Ashman penned Disney songs. These two were also wonderful together. Kevin Kline. I wish Kevin Kline were in more movies. The only reason I can think that he isn’t is that he is not inclined to be, because he’s ALWAYS SO GOOD! Ian McKellan is wonderful if underused. There’s a lot of comedy to Cogsworth that I think got lost in the more serious tone taken on the overall film, but both he and Emma Thomspson do exceedingly well with their limited scope. I would watch Audra McDonald read the phone book as long as she got to hit a few above the staff notes and the movie grants her that and then some. Ewan McGregor acquits himself well with Lumiere, the one of the servants who I think gets to maintain their original charm. This is probably because Lumiere is the most *ahem* flamboyant, (pun  not intended) his light (Damn, keep walking into those) is harder to dampen.

Luke Evans and Josh Gad are flawless and I want more of them doing musical theater. I hope this movie shows the mainstream what theater people have known about Gad for a long time. There’s more to him than Olaf, not that mainstream comedy has the kind of roles that really suit Gad, but he’s really great here, and Evans makes Gaston’s particular brand of masculine menace chilling.

The screenplays new wrinkles would constitute spoilers if I talked about them too deeply, but I will talk about the deepening characterizations, starting with Gaston and LeFou! The codifying of LeFou’s queerness is interesting, especially as it dawns on him that his adoration of Gaston is both troubling and misplaced, giving a comic sidekick an actual arc is something that I always support and it’s executed well here. Gaston is shown here as a soldier and returning golden boy who finds the provincial town dull after the horror and glory of war. Which is way more interesting than a blustering hunter and a good deal more frightening. He’s enamored of Belle not just because she’s beautiful (though that helps) but because she’s, well, disinterested. There’s an undercurrent of “yes, you and I are above this place” to his attempts to woo her, and that’s fascinating to me.

Maurice also gets a makeover, made less of a buffoon and more of an eccentric and it works. Belle and The Beast, both become wounded motherless children, searching for a connection anywhere they can find it, and it makes their romance deeper, sweeter and sadder all at once.

I didn’t love all of the changes. It seemed strange to turn the village from a quiet, sleepy, slightly backward hamlet to some kind of patriarchal hellscape a la The Republic of Gilead where women aren’t allowed to learn to read and if they’re unmarried or without a father’s protection they’re thrown out into the streets to beg. This seems extreme for a fairytale that’s about seeing past first impressions and I did feel the loss of some of the comedy.

But there’s something deeply instinctual about fairy tales, and Disney’s take on these stories that have been with us forever is so deep in the company’s roots, I’m not surprised that they’re able to execute things well.

Star Wars: Episode III: Revenge of The Sith

OH, Episode III, you beautiful, bloated delightful mess of a melodrama, you.

I have a completely unfounded and ridiculous love of Revenge of The Sith. I know that by any objective scale it is not good, a solid fourth (or fifth depending on your Phantom Menace opinions) in the series, but I still love it all.

I love the final light saber battles between Obi-Wan and Anakin and Yoda and Sidius. I love Anakin’s ridiculously contrived turn to the dark side. I love Padme’s absurd hairstyles. (This is in all three movies, but it’s even more obvious here. Also, I miss Natalie Portman’s curly hair.) I love, “I saw him, killing younglings!” and “From my point of view the Jedi are Evil.” and every inch of terrible, clunky dialog.

But mostly what I love about Revenge of The Sith is the way that it moves everything into place, and completes a circle. The movie literally ends with Owen and Buru holding baby Luke as Tatooine’s twin suns set.

I’m still a little annoyed that the desert planet that we’re going to be seeing in The Force Awakens isn’t Tatooine, but some new planet. Tatooine is where this all began, it’s an important place.

But that’s another topic, I really can’t stress enough how amazing Ewan McGregor is. I’m a big fan and have been for years, but rewatching these movies has really reminded me how exceptional he is. And how much I hope he gets a part in the upcoming anthology films.

The Order 66 sequence and the purging of the Jedi temple have, pretty much since the movie’s release been considered the high water marks of the Prequels and it’s for good reason. It’s a heart wrenching sequence, (made only more emotional from having watched a bit of The Clone Wars, and knowing more about those Jedi and the troops that turned on them.) Christensen is better here than in Clones, but only marginally, and it really does seem like at this point, Natalie Portman was phoning it in. She is really bad in this one, and at this point, it’s hard to call it simply awkward. (Although she does get one great moment, “So this is how liberty dies, to thunderous applause” is a good line, and she delivers it with deep conviction and horror.)

Anyway, as it stands we’re moving into the good stuff. You have to eat your vegetables before you can have desert right? Or like, sit though shitty bread service before eating the main course? I don’t know, this metaphor got away from me…ONTO THE ORIGINAL TRILOGY!

Star Wars: Episode II: Attack of The Clones

So I figured out why I hate Attack of The Clones, more than I dislike the large snoozefest that is The Phantom Menace.

Attack of The Clones is just a mound of wasted potential, it’s a million things that are good in theory that are executed terribly.

Anakin and Obi-Wan as space cops, good.

Love story between two good looking and talented young actors, good.

Cool new planet where they grow clones, good.

Boba Fett, good.

Giant Jedi battle for the finale, good.

But nothing quite comes off, and the movie is a mess. I’ll never condemn anything for focusing on a love story, even a tropey, bad, half baked one. I love love stories. But I find  Episode II’s romantic scenes tedious and awkward.

Obi-Wan’s hunt for the Clone Army is still pretty cool, and I’ve always held that it makes the movie watchable, but even Ewan McGregor’s considerable enthusiasm can’t get me psyched up for this movie, it just falls flat.

Hayden Christensen is a problem. I don’t understand this casting choice. They couldn’t recast Natalie Portman and Ewan McGregor, but half the young actors in Hollywood wanted that role, they should have found someone who had some semblance of chemistry with them.

But again, Ewan McGregor just delivers. He just seems so delighted to be in this movie (also Samuel L. Jackson, who is great, as always.) And actually my favorite non lightsaber battle scene in all of the prequels is the one where Yoda and Obi-Wan ask the Younglings to find Kamino. And the Yoda/Dooku battle is great.

For some reason though, it never adds up to a good movie and that’s why it makes me so angry.

Christopher Lee is also great and the movies is gorgeous, which makes it easier to watch and The Love Story is actually only a few memorably terrible scenes. But they are like really bad.

There are so many things that are great in this movies and it isn’t great, and it’s really frustrating, and that’s all I have to say about it.

Star Wars: Episode I: The Phantom Menace

Note: So here’s how these are going to go this week, At 10 AM and 2PM I’ll post my thoughts on a Star Wars movie.

Here’s something that I didn’t remember about this movie before watching it again, it’s really boring.

But let’s start with the good stuff.

Liam Neeson and Ewan McGregor are great, when they’re together, which is only about 20 minutes of screen time.

Not nearly enough.

The final lightsaber battle between Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon and Darth Maul is ridiculously epic and entertaining. And the scene where they have to pause because of those guard shields is brilliantly staged. Obi-Wan breathing heavily and impatiently, Qui-Gon’s meditation, Darth Maul’s rageful pacing. It’s amazing.

Natalie Portman is much better than I remember her here. She’s definitely green and a little awkward but it works. Also in a post Kataang world, I find Padme and Anakin’s relationship a good deal less creepy. That Sister/Mother/Friend/Romantic? chemistry between an older girl and a younger boy has been a little bit normalized. (Thanks Avatar, I guess? I don’t know how I feel about it.)

Now everything else.

Episode I has a lot of hate thrown towards it, but unlike Episode II, it’s always been more general, “This is terrible” stuff than specific transgressions. The thing is, there’s a good, or at least charming movie in there somewhere. But everything is too long.

But especially The Pod Race, which is often cited as the movie’s saving grace. (This is incorrect, the saving grace of this movie is Liam Neeson…regardless of how bad everything around him is, he’s captivating, in this performance.) But OMG that scene is sooo long. Way too long. Cutit by about 3 minutes and it would for sure make watching this whole mess worthwhile, but as it stands, no.

And then there’s Jake Lloyd, I hate adding to the internet din on everything that poor dude has gone through, but there must have been like, Little Boy version of Abigail Breslin or Dakota Fanning who could have had that role? He’s just, not good, you know? But Mary had a big crush on him at that time. (My sister is farrr nerdier than any of her external characteristics would lead you to think…)

Mace Windu is not in this movie nearly enough. When Samuel L. Jackson is on screen you PAY ATTENTION and that’s what this meandering movie needs.

And then there’s the Jar-Jar of it all. I’ve never been on the Jar-Jar hate train. Sure, he’s annoying but so was C-3P0 you know? But watching this movie again, as an adult, after years of teaching myself how to critique movies I don’t think annoyance is the great sin of Jar-Jar Binks, it’s a tonal problem. He doesn’t fit, Jar-Jar belongs in a far sillier franchise than Star Wars which pretty much plays it straight.

Anyway, see you later for talk of Episode II…ooh boy…

 

The Rogue

I’ve been reading a lot of Jane Austen this week. I’ve read all seven of her books before, and read The Big 3, (Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility and Emma) more times than I can count. This week I read Emma, S & S, and P & P (in that order). As an English Major with a concentration in Women’s Studies, I’ve spent more time reading, thinking about, discussing and writing about Austen’s work than most people, though not more than people I was friends with in college. My English Major Dorky Girl Friends and I once watched the entire BBC Pride and Prejudice mini series starring Colin Firth (a six hour long endeavor), on a Friday night, just for fun. We laughed, we cried, we drank an entire jug of Carlo Rossi Chardonnay. (We were 20, this was fancy.)

This is worth every minute of that whole endeavor.

We often argued about which of the tall, dark, handsome, wealthy, intelligent, sensitive men Austen created we would prefer. (George Knightly, with a bullet, every time for me.) 

Obviously, Austen’s books have patterns, like just about any writer, she had her tropes, but each book has it’s own distinctions that make it wonderful. My favorite of Austen’s tropes though is simple, “The Rogue.

The Rogue is a young man of Austen’s heroine’s acquaintance. He is as handsome as her tall, dark, wealthy hero, to be sure, but in a different way. He’s usually terribly social, charming, and generally well liked. He usually has some tragic or unfortunate circumstance and by three quarters through the book, it’s revealed that he’s a massive dick.

Emma gets the most harmless of the three, in Frank Churchill. Frank is the step-son of Emma Woodhouse’s ex governess and best friend Mrs. Weston. He was adopted at a young age by his rich aunt and uncle, who disapproved of his father, but took pity on their nephew when his mother died (unfortunate circumstance). Frank and Emma flirt, a lot,  and publicly, it’s actually some of the most shocking behavior you’ll see in Austen. Most of the characters believe that the two are in love with each other. Mr. Knightly, Emma’s tall dark handsome wealthy hero, is most disturbed by this, because he senses early on that Frank Churchill is a dick and also, he’s in love with Emma. But it turns out that all along Frank Churchill has been secretly engaged to Jane Fairfax, and was flirting with Emma in order to distract everybody so they wouldn’t guess. This maturity (hah!) is rewarded by every character saying the Austen equivalent of, “Wow, that was a dick move,” and then Frank and Jane presumably living happily ever after. This is nice, because Jane is kind of awesome, in that quiet stoic strong way, you know like Melanie Wilkes in Gone With The Wind, if instead of having lots of miscarriages and dying she played the piano and married a hot rich guy who liked to dance a lot. So it’s nice that she gets what she wants. Frank is still sort of a dick though.

But he’s played by Ewan “Often The Only Good Thing About My Movies” McGregor in the movie, so we forgive him.

Pride and Prejudice gives us John Whickham, who is completely reprehensible, and slightly more interesting than Frank. We first meet Whickham when he has joined the militia as an officer and quickly becomes a friend of the Bennett girls, and the object of affection for heroine Elizabeth. He regales her with his sad story, how his father had been the vicar in the Parish managed by the Darcy family, and Old Mr. Darcy (not Colin), had been his godfather. When the old man died, the son (supposedly) denied young Whickham the living promised him. Lizzie is of course scandalized and this further cements her hate for Mr. Darcy. We later learn that Whickham had demanded the money from being the clergyman of the parish with no intention of taking the post. Then he decided to take his revenge by seducing and trying to marry Georgiana Darcy, who at age 16 had a comfy little dowry for him, and no life experience to understand what a shit he was. Her brother foils his plan, mostly because Georgiana tattles on him, and that doesn’t happen. Later, he bones Lydia Bennett and then is forced to marry her by Mr. Darcy. Whickham is terrible, but at least is curbed by matrimony, he always intended to marry Georgiana and married Lydia in the end. Which is why the winner of the worst rogue in all of Austendom is not him.

No, that winner is Willoughby from Sense and Sensibility. Willoughby’s actions are so terrible, that everyone in the whole book pretty much hates and pities him by the end. Like Frank Churchill, he seems simply like a genteel fop, a little frivolous maybe, but harmless, and actually a really good match for secondary leading lady Marianne Dashwood.

Kate Winslet, generally, makes terrible decisions about men at the beginning of her movies

But ooh boy, does she get this one wrong. It is later revealed that Willoughby slept with and impregnated the poor Eliza Williams, who is the ward of Colonel Brandon, who is also in love with Marianne. Eliza is the daughter of the love of Brandon’s young life, who before she was forced to marry his older brother, who abused her, and then died, Marianne reminds him of, with the dude who abandoned her. As if this wasn’t bad enough, when Willoughby’s wealthy cousin who was going to leave all of her money to him disinherits him for the action of knocking up this girl and not marrying her, (because he’s in love with Marianne), he spurns Marianne and is refuses to speak to her, and marries a rich girl who he hates. Marianne then stops eating and runs around in the rain and almost dies.

Meanwhile, Hugh Grant dumped Emma Thompson and she barely even cried. This is why Emma Thompson wins.

In the end, Willoughby gets drunk, tells Marianne’s sister Elinor everything, and Marianne married Colonel Brandon. (Played by Alan Rickman in the movie. So you know, win!) Willoughby is the worst. He’s just awful.

The point is, there was a time when being the quiet cool upstanding patient guy got you the girl in fiction. Now it just turns you in to Ted Mosby.

Sad, really, that this is the modern world’s answer to Mr. Darcy

Yes, Ted Mosby languishes, not yet meeting the love of his life seven seasons later, while the rogues of modern popular fiction, the Chuck Basses, shall we say, get to be with their girl on and off since season one.

I haven’t watched Gossip Girl in a few years, but they still have sex like once or twice a season right?