Saturday, October 14, 2006

110 - Election review

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"Who cares about this stupid election?" asks dark-horse student body presidential candidate Tammy Metzler (Jessica Campbell). The crowd, which had been jeering and booing seconds ago, is rendered speechless. As Tammy launches into a scathing tirade against the frivolity and futility of the school election process, she unveils her platform; if elected, she will dismantle the student government, so no one will have to sit through another stupid assembly. The uproarious response nearly incites a riot.


The clothesline of Election’s plot may be the campaign for the highest office at Carver High, but it goes far deeper than that. Tammy’s speech may be in the context of a high school election, but you don’t have to go far to find people who feel the same way about democracy on a national level. During the 2004 Presidential election, I was always taken aback when people told me they were so apathetic to the possible outcome that they didn’t feel the need to vote.


Although I ultimately can’t fathom this to be true, I can see their point. For the common man, would a choice between Bush or Kerry or Bush or Gore or so fourth really affect their lives that much? People would still obsess over football, go to church, pay taxes, complain about gas prices and the weather, and do whatever it is that they do. Though the world has pressing issues that will always burden the thoughtful and the attentive, how can we not blame the political system for the blithe attitude of so many eligible voters? Tammy’s popularity to the students brings thoughts of Ross Perot and Ralph Nader to mind; both men were able to get millions of votes simply by offering to buckle the system.


Cynicism laces Election’s every frame, the agonizing knowledge that things don't always work out hanging overhead like an executioner’s axe. The film has no heroes or villains, only deeply flawed characters struggling to get what they need through dirty tricks and ignoring the truth, especially in regard to themselves.


It begins with a brief encounter between social studies teacher Jim McAllister (Matthew Broderick, showing the other side of the Ferris Bueller coin) and Tracy Flick (Reese Witherspoon), the leading (and at first, the only) candidate for student body president, who views the position as her birthright. Jim can’t stand Tracy, a know-it-all whose phony cheeriness conceals a bitter, venomous nature willing to surmount all obstacles to get ahead. He also holds a perverse lust for her, partially out of jealously of her ambition, partially out of anger over her affair with a math teacher friend. Jim serves as the advisor to the student government, and if Tracy gets elected, they will be working with one another on a daily basis. Jim’s narration would like us to think that he just didn’t like her, but his fear of giving in to his lust for her is paralyzing.


In response, Jim talks rich-kid and school hero Paul Metzler (Chris Klein) into running against Tracy. Paul may be popular and sweet natured, but is also as dumb as a post, and insanely under-qualified (Before any George W. Bush comparisons spring to mind, this film was released in 1999). His sister Tammy decides to throw her hat in the ring, not to spite Paul, but to spite his girlfriend, who used to be her lover.


Jim and the three candidates provide narration’s throughout the film, and all but Paul’s are highly unreliable. The intelligent characters all have unfulfilled desires; Jim wants forbidden fruit, both in the form of Tracy and a lonely divorcee. Tracy longs for power, but also to be accepted by her peers. Tammy claims "I’m attracted to the person. It just that all the people I’ve been attracted to happen to be girls." The willingness of the three to manipulate the system to suit their own goals readily brings the average contemporary politician to mind. Just as in the real world, everybody loves democracy, as long as they get their way.


This was director Alexander Payne’s second film out of four thus far. The others were Citizen Ruth (1996), About Schmidt (2002), and Sideways (2004). All are wickedly funny, and the latter three often lash out at the notion that intelligent people are ever really satisfied with life. By far the bleakest, Election benefits the most from repeat viewings, something that can be accurately said of very few films. The many layers would take much longer than a simple review to peel back; morals vs. ethics, the degrees of truth to what each character says, the minutia of high school life (such as the gum-chewing principal, the pre-packaged monotony of class, the ridiculous popularity contests), and the often failing state of the political system. It never takes sides with any of the characters, as they are all equally culpable for the mess they’ve created for themselves and others.


It has been very unfortunately marketed as a teen movie, though it is definitely not. I’ve never seen a teen film with so many meaningful things to say, this much sharp writing and humor, this pessimistic of a worldview. The humor relies on the absurdity of the characters and the worlds they inhabit, instead of the uninspired misfit jokes of the norm. Election grossed poorly at the box office, and has been relegated to the video shelves and cable TV. Here lies a case where depth may have hurt the short-term survival prospects; the audience expects one thing, and get something much better, but very different. Nonetheless, a film with a cachet this accomplished deserves respect; far more so than its characters.


5 out of 5

Monday, October 09, 2006

109 - The Guardian review

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The Guardian is one of those workhorse films about dedicated professionals who have a job to do and take it seriously. Here, the heroes are rescue swimmers in the U.S. Coast Guard, a job with no shortage of peril. By the end, I left convinced that this position couldn’t be any safer or less nerve-wracking than being an explosives expert in Iraq, which speaks volumes about the mentality of the men who volunteer for such work.


These rescue swimmers ride in helicopters to the site of jeopardized souls mired in raging waters, diving straight into the thick of it in the hopes of plucking people out of harm’s way. At one part, a swimmer laments that the military men nickname them "puddle jumpers", believing that their emphasis on saving lives instead of taking them makes their work less dangerous and meaningful, until, of course, they need to be pulled out of the water. These military men obviously don’t think their childish criticism of their more peaceful counterparts through, as I’d just as soon brave a machine gun nest than leap into a hurricane armed only with a snorkel and a flare.


Kevin Costner plays Ben Randall, an aging (is that word tautological when referring to Costner?) but legendary rescue swimmer. After a traumatic rescue attempt gone wrong, Randall finds himself relegated to instructor duty, training the men (and stock woman) who will one day be his successors. Randall resents the assignment, but finds a star pupil in Jake Fisher (Ashton Kutcher), a cocky high school swim champ with a Secret Past.


We’ve already seen The Guardian before, as they have been making it over and over since before my grandparents were born. The fabric of it could possibly be assembled by computer; Randall guzzles whiskey while making lonely phone calls to his estranged wife, Fisher has a romance that rings as true as that stripper who claimed to be enamored with my good looks and Twain-esque wit, the two leads make a climatic rescue aboard a sinking ship, replete with earlier catch phrases.


Some critics have claimed it to be harvested from other films, but that’s a moot point, as the films it borrows from were already patchwork creations of the ideas of filmmakers long dead. If this were made in the 1950’s, the only differences would be that the special effects would be horrible, the requisite PG-13 use of the ‘F’ word wouldn’t be there, and it would be 45 minutes shorter. It’s somewhat bland and totally inoffensive, except to people like me who expect films to try and be offensive.


As it turns out, The Guardian entertains better than most, aided primarily by featuring a field underrepresented in cinema, as well as by stable direction by Andrew Davis (The Fugitive)and solid performances from Costner and Kutcher. The filmmakers know they aren’t making waves, so they wisely focus on keeping it well paced, making the leads likeable, and illustrating the dangerous, admirable nature of rescue swimming, and they largely succeed on all counts.

3 out of 5

108 - Lucky Number Slevin mini-review

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From the moment Mr. Goodkat (Bruce Willis) explains the trickery of the Kansas City Shuffle, Lucky Number Slevin announces its intentions to mercilessly jerk us around. The film is the latest entry in the monologue-laden subgenre of Pulp Fiction clones. Josh Hartnett squints his way through the role of Slevin, a man caught in a war between two colorful gangsters, The Boss (Morgan Freeman) and The Rabbi (Ben Kingsley). Willis plays an assassin manipulating everyone against each other, a sort of mind-fuck mediator. It's slick, quick, and bloody, but the chicanery of the too-clever-for-its-own-good plot would be more at home in one of the character's monologues than as the frame for an entire film.

2.5 out of 5