"Sweetness" Review: A Coming of Age Stan Fil
If Misery had a kid for this teen generation it would likely be Sweetness. While we’ve seen films like this before (The Fan, The Fanatic, One Hour Photo), this iteration of obsessive fan takes a different approach. It’s the slow unraveling and journey into darkness of its main character that makes Sweetness a haunting iteration.
Rylee (Kate Hallet) is an outcast at her high school. She tries to keep to herself, but most kids make fun of her regardless. Her only friend is Sidney (Aya Furukawa) and the music of the band Floor Plan. The band’s lead singer, Payton (Herman Tømmeraas) is plastered all over her wall. Her Homelife isn’t much of a reprieve with her dad (Justin Chatwin) on the beat as a police officer and her step mom (Amanda Brugel) trying a bit too hard. So when the opportunity to see her favorite band comes along, she goes!
The band plays in front of a large crowd, but it’s not so big that Payton can’t accidentally hit his number one fan with a car in the parking lot after the concert. Payton offers Rylee a ride home. For Payton, it’s a way to not bring attention to his blunder; for Rylee, it’s a divine moment that was meant to be. As events occur, Rylee realizes that she is supposed to save Payton from a drug relapse and she takes matters in to her own hands to ensure that he stays sober.
So much of what makes this film an interesting watch comes down to the mise en scène, based off the cinematography and direction. The opening montage of teens and tweens at a concert is shot with precision. The red concert lights make it look like they’re trapped in hell as they reach out and scream. Shot any other way it would look like girls freaking out at a concert and screaming for their favorite artist, but writer/director Emma Higgins manages to find the horror in the euphoria. Throughout the film, cinematographer Mat Barkley, uses light and the lack thereof to show the journey of Riley as she goes further down a hole of delusion. A frame can tell a thousand stories and the control of the camera is remarkable.
In a film about an obsessed fan, disassociation is prevalent here. Rylee doesn’t realize that her decisions and actions are dangerous because she’s blinded by a mixture of love, teen emotions, and trauma that she hasn’t properly unpacked. Kate Hallett encompasses the closed off loner teen who only comes to life with her friends or music. It’s a subtle, physical performance in which her body, in combination with Emma Lees’ set costumes, allows her to glide between insecure teen to oblivious, lovelorn, and unbalanced Stan. Similarly, Higgins camera focuses on a subject and glides into a wide or vice versa for moments of detachment.
Ultimately, Sweetness plays like a well outlined script, but the moments between each major plot point has a lack of urgency and sometimes believability that makes you feel like putting your earbuds in for parts of the ride. There are some beautifully shot revelations near the end of the film that just don’t hold the intended gravity of the scene as they should have. Transitioning from music videos and shorts, the influences and eye for visual storytelling is quite apparent in Emma Higgins work. Her song choices in the film are spot on as she matches them to key moments in the film. She’s a filmmaker to watch for sure! Sweetness might not become a classic like Misery, but this coming of age tale of a teen who steps into her darkness could have legs for something more down the road.
Rating: C+
"Mission Impossible: The Final Reckoning": A Love Letter to Old School Action Blockbusters
If our lives are the sum of our choices, than Mission Impossible-The Final Reckoning is certainly the sum of its predecessors. After a bland Dead Reckoning, it all leads up to this film. Perhaps a love letter to big action blockbusters and cinema itself, Tom Cruise doesn’t hold back on stunts and action set pieces. In a franchise that’s all about the journey to an end, this entry doesn’t disappoint!
We get put right back into the action after the events of the last film. Ethan Hunt (Tom Cruise) is still wrestling with the loss of Ilsa (Rebecca Ferguson). Luther (Ving Rhames) is somewhere underground building a weapon that will defeat the Entity. Gabriel (Esai Morales), having failed The Entity by losing the cruciform key, is now on the outs but still desires proximity to the digital AI virus. The world is in chaos and on the brink of nuclear destruction. Only with the help of Grace (Hayley Atwell), Benji (Simon Pegg), Paris (Pom Klementieff) and Degas (Greg Tarzan Davis) and a few friends he doesn’t know yet can Ethan try to pull off the impossible.
So that’s it. That’s the race against time. It’s understanding the race to extend time and the lives of billions that becomes heavy after a long exposition of the stakes in the first thirty minutes. The theme of loss and perseverance through obstacles is hammered home as Ethan must once again sacrifice his feelings and perhaps life for the greater good. As soon as you start to think this proselytizing is becoming annoying, the movie is off and the magic sets in. Suddenly the dark themes and pressure laid on Ethan and his team turns into gigantic action set piece after gigantic action set piece that forces you to hold your breath in anxiety laced stunts that you’re enthralled in.
If this is the last hoorah for Tom Cruise in the shoes of Ethan Hunt (although he’s alluded to it not being over) Cruise and co-writer/director Christopher McQuarrie decide to take us on a thrill ride on land, air and under the sea. Major stunts happen in places and ways that take something we’ve seen before but elevate it in unique ways. Cinematographer Fraser Taggart lights his subjects with an old school glow. It’s this nod to Indiana Jones and other old school blockbusters that used a splash of light across the eyes or to highlight the McMuffin in a scene that makes a moment important. It’s Cruise’s desire to entertain audiences by pushing his own body in stunt after stunt that gives a nod to the trailblazers who performed their own stunts in the early days of cinema.
The Final Reckoning feels is a broken mirror that slowly comes together, shard by shard. Occasionally we get glimpses of other shards that haven’t been placed on the board yet, but when has Mission Impossible not done that? It’s the fun of trying to put the pieces together and watching the one in a million chance opportunities work to create the suspense that makes a movie like this worth seeing in theaters! Grounded in a space of reality, I couldn’t help but think at one point, maybe this is what the world on the brink of nuclear extinction would look like.? It may not have all the memorable feats and set pieces of MI past, but it pays off. It’s definitely worth the ticket, popcorn and snacks this Memorial Day weekend.
Rating: B
"Old" Review: Great Concept, Faulty Execution
When you hear the name M. Night Shyamalan, it doesn’t stir up exciting emotions about cinema. Instead, it’s generally a frustrating mixture as to whether he’s a hack or not. Don’t get me wrong, I think he has talent. I clearly enjoyed The Visit but had issues with After Earth. It’s the constant back and forth battle of his legacy. The premise of his films are always intriguing enough to make you watch, but they don’t quite live up to the excitement of a trailer. Never one to disappoint, Shayamalan’s latest, Old, has interesting concepts and poor execution.
The film has the set up of a horror film. A young family arrives at a resort after winning a sweepstakes. It’s supposed to be one last great outing before the parents tell their kids some news. Guy (Gael Garcia Bernal), Prisca (Vicky Krieps), Maddox (Alexa Swinton), and Trent (Nolan River) are excited to be there. We’re slowly introduced to other couples and families on the resort property. The kind resort manager (Gustaf Hammarsten) suggests that our main family visits a secluded private part of the beach that no one knows about and they take him up on the offer.
Of course, they quickly find out that they weren’t the only ones told about this strip of paradise. Perhaps as swiftly, they also learn that the beach is aging their bodies. Like any good horror film, there are enough people on the beach to have some start leaving the flick in interesting ways due to the situation. Will anyone survive?
Old is another one of Shyamalan’s exercises in camera movement and blocking. I wouldn’t say its masterful camerawork but it is intentional. His camera focuses on what he wants us to see by keeping characters in the foreground with chaos happening in the background, dollying from one part of the beach to another while action is taking place where the camera just left, and giving us angles that exaggerate situations. There is definitely someone behind the camera telling this story, but a mixture of poor performances and weak plot points make the controlled camera engage in a fight between art and a train wreck.
One of the biggest problems with Old is the delivery of lines in the film. It sounds like many of them are doing a live table reading of the script. Vicky Krieps struggles to deliver her lines clearly but her Luxembourg accent muddies it. The chemistry of the cast is missing minus the brother/sister relationship in Maddox (Thomas McKenzie as the 16 year old version) and Trent (Alex Wolff as the 15 year old version). If the cast could have received a few more days to bond before rolling the camera, this may have been more believable. Instead you have many talented actors give a good solo performance while not responding to one another to create an ensemble. The heart of the film’s characters being a mediocre ensemble makes solid performances with chemistry from Nikki Amuka-Bird and Ken Leung go under the radar.
Once the why is revealed, it makes a lot of sense. In fact, it may make you want to read the graphic novel it was based on, “Sandcastle”. Old could have been greater if it was given a little more time and fleshing out. Instead, much like its young characters, it ages rapidly and misses key beats that were important to its development. Not a bad flick to catch when it goes streaming and you’re looking for something to watch though.
Rating: C
"Fatale" Review: What Happened In Vegas, Didn't Stay There!
“Fatale” is the latest in the cheating husband who messed with the wrong woman genre. “Fatal Attraction” is the gold standard for husbands stepping out on their wives and reaping what they sow. Since the 1987 film there have been plenty that have tried to emulate it or deliver something similar. In fact, screenwriter David Loughery wrote 2009’s “Obsessed”, which had a similar theme. It seems he learned a few things with his latest screenplay for “Fatale” by side-stepping predictability but a couple flaws keep it from greatness.
Derrick (Michael Ealy) is a man who has it all on paper. He’s got the job, the luxurious house, and a beautiful wife. He and his wife have hit a rough patch and they seem to be on different pages. So when Derrick attends a bachelor party in Vegas with his business partner Rafe (Mike Colter), he has a one night stand with Val (Hilary Swank). It’s a mutual fling with both stating they are from out of town trying to blow off steam.
The next morning, Derrick wakes up and is ready to bounce, having come to his senses, but Val wants more. Weeks later, Derrick has the fight of his life with a masked home invader. When the police arrive, the detective in charge of the case is Valerie Quinlan, his one night stand. From there, the game of cat and mouse begins with some surprising twists along the way.
Swank has fun trying on a non-traditional character for her. She walks the tightrope of a scorned woman and an evil genius with just the right touch of humanity to create a three dimensional fatale. Ealy brings a certain relatability to his fish out of water character and does what he can with the script. Unfortunately, his character is written to continuously make poor decisions. That doesn’t stop him and Swank from having some juicy moments on screen. The subtext in their second encounter, right after the home invasion, is fun to watch. In fact, a lot of the delivery of Swank’s lines have a consistent weight to them that makes her character scary yet thrilling to watch because she’s so smooth with her hidden rage.
A lot of credit goes to director Deon Taylor. He’s shown tremendous growth in his storytelling since he dipped his toes in the thriller genre with "Traffik". He understands how to craft suspense (as evident in his last pairing with Ealy in "The Intruder") and uses his camera to speak where the script doesn’t. In one scene, after speaking with Derrick, Val backs out of the driveway with the camera locked down and watching from the back seat. As the car goes up the natural incline of the driveway and then levels out, Derrick disappears from the background of the frame due to the front of the car lifting up. We’re left to focus solely on Val’s face in the foreground. It’s a power shift that is told in pictures, not words. Taylor is certainly one to watch.
Cinematographer Dante Spinotti shoots LA for the first time since “Heat”. It’s a gorgeous and sleek looking film that adds to the story that all that shimmers isn’t gold. This is the third collaboration of Taylor and Spinotti and each outing continues to build on their ability to tell story through film.
While the “Fatale” does a good job of subverting the stereotypical plot, it forgets to leave the dumb husband trope out of loop. By the time Derrick starts making good decisions, you’ve yelled at the screen enough to leave him to Val’s schemes. Nonetheless, it’s still an entertaining watch with some moments you won’t see coming.
Rating: B