Saturday, February 28, 2009

Movie endings I hate! A League Of Their Own



















I adore A League of Their Own.  To my mind, it is one of Tom Hanks' best performances ever.  Without question it is Geena Davis' best performance.  Madonna's, Rosie O'Donnell's, John Lovitz'...well, you get the picture.  I love baseball to begin with.  And I love a baseball movie that gets it right.  What Tom Hanks retrospective would be complete without this scene?


 Hanks plays Jimmy Dugan...ex-baseball hero, and now reluctant coach of the Rockford Peaches.  The Peaches are part of the newly formed Girls Professional Baseball League.


The relationship that develops between JImmy and his star player Dottie Hinson (Davis) works on every level. As their friendship develops, and they become close, they also earn each other's respect. You could see them getting down and dirty together... they never do, and they never come close.  But the chemistry is there.  Respect.  It's a powerful thing the way Hanks' character, Jimmy, comes to see  Dottie, as a true ballplayer.  He get's it that she loves the game as much as he does.  That is a rare thing in films. Jimmy doesn't distinguish her as a female ballplayer...just a ballplayer. Dottie is as tough as nails and never, ever makes an error.  She's the catcher who holds on to the ball regardless of the charge she takes from a runner.  She even chews tobacco with Jimmy.  




Likewise, the relationships between the women on the team are also finely layered and believable.  Each character is represented as a living breathing person, all with their own reasons for being there.  But with all of them, the buck stops at Baseball.  The love of the game. The only person playing on the team that seems to be there for other reasons, is Kit.


 

Kit is Dottie's little sister.  She has apparently lived in Dottie's shadow her whole life becasue A. she is younger B. she is smaller and C. she just isn't as good an athlete as Dottie.  Kit whines and mopes about how unfair this is through the entire film.  Maybe, if Kit would shut up long enough, she would realize that she isn't as good as Dottie because the game has become a competition with her sister, instead of with herself.  


When Kit is traded from Rockford to another team, Racine, she blames Dottie.  Kit blames Dottie when she pulls her out of a game, even though Kit is walking player after player, and causing the Peaches to lose the game.  Kit is a spoiled brat.  After she yells at Dottie and blames her for all her problems, Dottie decides to leave the team.  This is when Jimmy tells her, she loves it too much.  She'll miss it.  "It just got too hard." She tells him.  "It's supposed to be hard." he replies. If it wasn't hard, everyone would do it. The hard is what makes it great."  I have quoted this to my kids on many occasions.   The hard is what makes it great.  That could apply to anything in life worth doing.  Dottie leaves and heads home to Oregon with her husband.

  So now, Kit is playing with the Racine Belles, and Dottie has left Rockford.  Rockford and Racine end up in the world series.  Our Rockford team, that we have all grown to love, fights their way to a tied series.  But, their catcher is worn out and battered.  In walks Dottie, to finish the series out with her team.  "We're gonna win!" Jimmy says.  And I, as audience, am relieved too.  They're gonna win.


 But, someone has the bright idea that this whole movie is really about the sister sister relationship, and that at the bottom of it all, Dottie is willing to throw the game so her sister can be the hero.  Oh yes...you heard that right...so that whiney ass, big baby, shut the fuck up Kit can be the hero. 

 If Kit had one iota of humility, or graciousness toward Dottie, I might have been okay with this choice.  With Racine two runs down, Kit comes up to bat.  This is it.  The last out.  All they have to do is finish off this last batter.  Well, Kit hits the ball deep to center field.  The tying run comes in, and the third base coach tells Kit to stop at third, but, as usual, she does what she wants to do, rounding third and coming home.  The cut off man throws to Dottie, the catcher.  Dottie catches the ball, braces herself and Kit charges into her at homeplate.  And guess what?  Dottie drops the ball, and Racine wins.  What?!  Racine wins.  

Now, I don't always have to see my team win...but, in this case...my team should have won.  I grew to love those women, and the mere fact that Dottie let her whole team down because of Kit, who needs to get a good spanking...well, that's just one ending that needs to be rewritten.  But, until it is...I will continue to turn the movie off before it ends.  I will simply live in denial. 


 Dottie never dropped that ball.  And Kit finally learns to love the game, and continues to play eventually earning her glory.  Dottie, goes home to her husband and never plays again, but still has her year of playing ball, and winning the world series for the Rockford Peaches.  The end.

Friday, February 27, 2009

Friday Night Netflix


So...I did take this evening to chill out and watch a movie.  The Bank Job starring Jason Stratham and Saffron Burrows.  Quite well done, I found it more engaging then the Ocean's Eleven sequels, as well as The Italian Job...no relation. Just want to take the time to give this little British film a couple of thumbs up.  Definitely worth taking a look, and popping up a bowl of corn!

Where's Freud when you need him?






































This is what I dreamt about all night last night.   Sorry about the enormous picture...but, look at that shizz.  I don't get the appeal, and frankly, I am quite petrified of Roller Coasters in general.  I'm always reminded of my kids playing Roller Coaster Tycoon on their computers, and purposely making the rides go so fast that the people are hurled into space....and, of course, killed, when they inevitably hit the ground.  It could happen. I, naturally, would be on the ride when the psychopath behind the controls had a break down.  And even if you're not killed, there is always the fear of being hit in the face with a low flying goose.  Or Fabio...I can't remember who hit who.  Maybe I'm watching too much Nancy Grace, but I think I need to chill out tonight.  Find a good movie to watch, and distract myself from the roller coaster I see everytime I open my front door.  Who's with me?

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Movie Mother of the Month - Aurora

If you've never seen Terms of Endearment...what?!  You've never seen Terms of Endearment? Stop now and go watch it.  As I was saying...I spoil the whole movie here, so, be forewarned.

What can you say about Aurora?  What can you say about a mother who screams at her sleeping baby because  she wants to make sure she's still breathing?  Once the child wakes up and cries...she's says "That's better."  Okay, I never did that.  I never pinched or prodded my sleeping children to make sure they were still alive.  I did, however, stand over their cribs and watch their chests rise and fall.  I did follow behind them to make sure if they fell, I could break their fall.  So, I get it.

Aurora loves unconditionally...no doubt about it.  And she's fully expressed.  She tells daughter Emma on the eve of her wedding that she is making the biggest mistake of her life marrying Flap.  But, she never says I told you so when all her fears are realized.  Aurora saw Emma deserving every wonderful thing that life could offer.  She wanted so badly for Emma to have it.  But she also knew that Emma, was not Aurora.  That she didn't have the same high hopes for herself that her mother did.  Aurora had high expectations of life.  Emma did not.  It must be odd to look across the table and wonder who that person you gave life to...or that person who raised you...is.


  
Wow, you're saying, that was harsh. Yes, Aurora does not mince words. But, that's not why I love her. So, Emma does marry Flap, and Aurora is left...alone. She makes a valiant attempt at dating the astronaut next door.  She is obviously terrified.  I love the scene where she lies in bed with a glass of wine and a photo album of her former, younger, more beautiful self, screwing up her courage to sleep with the astronaut.  "I like the lights on." he tells her as they prepare for the deed..."Then go home and turn them on." she replies.  She lives on her own terms.


 
Once her and Emma's lives are  separate, they are able to connect on a different level.  Now it is Emma's turn to be disapproving and shocked as she details her sexual escapades with the astronaut.  Hilarious.  Perhaps she's enjoying this new friendly relationship more then Emma?
Oh, I see, they were co-dependent all along.  It was a relationship that worked.


















Frustrating, overbearing, controlling...yes, she is all these things.  But, at the end of the day, Emma knew her mother would die for her. Somehow...they still managed to get it right.  They still talked by phone everyday.  Her mother was still the first one Emma called when she got sick.  Her mother was still the one sitting by her bedside everyday of her illness.  It was her mother that would throw her self-respect out the window if it meant one less minute of pain for her daughter.


 
Her mother allowed no one to speak ill of her daughter...even her little grandson...and it would be her mother that she waved goodbye to in her dying moment.


 
The end of the film sees Aurora taking Emma's three kids to raise.  The worst fear of her life has been realized, and she survived. You know she's going to be more open this time.  Oh, she's still going to be Aurora, and I'm sure those kids will have to put up with more 'splaining then they'd like to hear at times.  But, they'll never have a stronger advocate.  That's why I love Aurora.  

Monday, February 23, 2009

So...what did you think?



The 2009 recession era Oscar show...was pretty good. Jackman was great. Loved the opening number...but, then, Poof!  The Prestige all over again. Yes, he came back just in time for the worst part of the show...that Beyonce laden salute to musicals. But, overall...Jackman was underused!

There were too many recession level actors as presenters. I guess that's why they kept them a secret! I mean when Sarah Jessica Parker, and her push up bra, are center stage for that long...oy! It was a tireless stream of television actors turned "movie stars". Jessica Biel, Jennifer Aniston, Zac Efron, Amanda Seyfried, Parker. Alicia Keyes?  Natalie Portman looked bored, and frankly...the Joachin Phoenix joke at the Oscar's was inappropriate.  I expect a little more respect for an Academy member who has some real mental health issues.  Give the guy a break.  He watched his big brother die on a sidewalk in Hollywood and couldn't do a damn thing to save him.  That being said...the Phoenix/Bale joke at the Independent Spirit Awards was way funny.  It was short and sweet and mostly ripped Bale.  The two of them made for a funny pair.  

Then there was this.  Brilliant.



I really loved the innovative way they chose to present the acting awards.  Very moving. If I were a nominee, that is exactly what I would want...a little fawning over you and making you feel special just for being nominated.  Softens the blow for the losers too, don't cha think?  Very nice.  I also have to admit, even though I'm still pissed about the Springsteen snub...I liked the Best Song Presentation.  It was fun and interesting and it woke everyone up!  Plus, it was cool to see that A.R.Rahman was the vocalist on Jai Ho as well as the composer. Fun times.

I  have the feeling that the show worked much better live.  There were some very odd camera moves and the live television production part of it wasn't handled so well.  As if the shots were being called by theatre techies. Nothing against theatre techies, it's just a different medium. Didn't anyone in charge have a monitor?  I also don't think you could really appreciate the set and the overall look of the thing on television.  So, it's interesting, because it is, after all, a live show...that's being televised.  Probably best to please the live audience, in my opinion.  

 All in all...I preferred it to the over-the-topness we usually get. Nobody got their mic cut or shooed off the stage for talking too long, and it still took the same amount of time.  And there were some real fantastic moments given to us by the winners.  "Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto."  I mean you had to be there.  Sean Penn. Kate Winslet's dad. Heath Ledger's family.  And this heartfelt speech from a guy who spent his childhood as a Gay Mormon.  


If they had only cut that Beyonce number, it would have been just about right.  


Oscar winners
















I only missed two...two!  Damn.  Why did I keep Mickey Rourke when I knew it was gonna be Sean Penn?  I never would have guessed Departures though.  I was also wrong about a big surprise happening.  No surprises. Unless  Departures over Waltz With Bashir counts for that.

Now it's on to 2010.

The Winners

Best Picture: “Slumdog Millionaire”
Best Director: Danny Boyle, “Slumdog Millionaire”
Best Actor: Sean Penn, “Milk”
Best Actress: Kate Winslet, “The Reader”
Best Supporting Actor: Heath Ledger, “The Dark Knight”
Best Supporting Actress: Penelope Cruz, “Vicky Cristina Barcelona”
Best Adapted Screenplay: “Slumdog Millionaire”
Best Original Screenplay: “Milk”
Best Art Direction: “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button”
Best Cinematography: “Slumdog Millionaire”
Best Costume Design: “The Duchess”
Best Film Editing: “Slumdog Millionaire”
Best Makeup: “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button”
Best Music (Original Score): “Slumdog Millionaire”
Best Music (Original Song): “Jai Ho” from “Slumdog Millionaire”
Best Sound Editing: “The Dark Knight”
Best Sound Mixing: “Slumdog Millionaire”
Best Visual Effects: “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button”
Best Animated Feature Film: “WALL-E”
Best Foreign Language Film: “Departures”
Best Documentary Feature: “Man on Wire”
Best Documentary Short: “Smile Pinki”
Best Short Film (Animated): “La Maison en Petits Cubes”
Best Short Film (Live Action): “Toyland”


Sunday, February 22, 2009

Independent Spirit Effect































Mickey Rourke won on Saturday...meaning, he should lose on Sunday.  Independent Spirit Awards Saturday, Oscars Sunday. 

The only thing that will save the Oscar now, is the Academy's homophobia.  How many of those old fogie members...Mickey Rooney for example...actually made it past the James Franco kissing scenes?  We've come a long way baby, but not so far that there weren't some men squirming in their seats over that.  Whether they were turned off or turned on...they turned away.

Also, Milk seems so long ago already, whereas The Wrestler seems to just be taking off.  Penn hasn't helped himself much either...seeming to back away from campaigning too hard....for whatever reason.

But, ya'll, this is so impossible to call!  Even though my intuition still says Penn, I just can't help thinking, when you combine the homophobes with the people who want to see Rourke at that podium, it really becomes a date with destiny, doesn't it? 

 It sure will make for some drama. 

One thing though... If he wins, Mickey needs to be a bigger man and stop intentionally leaving out his young co-star Evan Rachel Wood when he gives his speech.  We get it, you're pissed off.  And let's face it Mickey...you are too old for her.  For someone who did an awful lot of stupid things when he was a young man...he is being awfully hard on a young woman that he has praised and called a great friend.  And maybe Mickey should remember who was standing by him way back at Venice when he was still a has been and this whole town didn't want to be his friend.  Everybody loves a winner, Mickey.