Showing posts with label Peter Jackson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peter Jackson. Show all posts

Monday, 22 February 2010

Crazy Heart: Director's commentary


Director's commentary: a new feature where I write down some extra material I had to cut from my weekly reviews, because it slowed down the plot, or if I wanted to rant at Nicolas Cage for no reason again, or say a rude word and that.


You see, it is sort of obligatory to mention Oscar at this time of year. But I'm sick of it. If the film is interesting and worth your £5-£12, who really cares if the industry bestows gongs on its director/actor/actress/costume designer? I can do a whole other post on how I have fallen out of love with Oscar, but right now why did I say Jeff Bridges is sure to win? Well, industry observers, and people who obsess over these things, have already decided that the Academy will recognise the Crazy Heart star because of his career. He’s been around since the Last Picture Show in 1971 when he picked up his first nomination. This is his fifth, so now is his time. But the general rule goes that when belated Oscars happen they come for inferior performances, in second rate films (Al Pacino in Scent of a Woman is usually cited at this point, as is Scorcese for The Departed). Not the case here, he’s exceptionally good in this one. It’s not a shouty role, or an heroic one but he fills the shoes of his character with Roger Federer like ease. Not forgetting Maggie G as well. She’s absolutely lovely in this. It’s actually great to see a second flick, after Up in the Air, that deals with real adults having, umm, real relationships. Especially if we are going to subjected to all that nerdery from the Avatar crew.

I will tell you next week why I’ve fallen out of love with the Oscars…

Monday, 8 February 2010

Preview: Crazy Heart and Lovely Bones

Crazy Heart Why Bridges will win...

Some actors creep their way into our affections without one of those big bang moments. And without sex scandals or exploding helicopter movies. Jeff Bridges is the epitome of that. Quietly he's been working his way into one of our favourite clip-reels; a Tron here, a Fisher King there and of course: as The Dude in The Big Lebowski. Let's get the boring part out of the way. He will win an Oscar on March 7th for Crazy Heart because it is his turn and, as Bad Blake, the washed up country and western singer he dominates the picture with effortless style. It's a single malt of a performance, as a character well familiar with liquor of many hue. We find Bob, as a faded star who was once a successful recording artist now playing bowling alleys, obliterating his talent with groupies and stumbling over his lyrics. When a friend sends over their niece Jean(Maggie Gyllenhaal) to interview him about the old days, she asks him where all the songs come from? "Life. Unfortunately." And with that melancholic answer, against her better judgement, the single mum starts a love affair with the old soak-and he gets a shot at redeeming himself. Bridges and Gyllenhaal dovetail beautifully, portraying a relationship that is more realistic than sentimental. She more than her holds her own, in a lovely performance as a women with compassion but no illusions. With sterling support too from the likes of Bobby Duvall and Colin Farrell, Crazy Heart is a treat for country music fans and straight up 'ole good acting.


Director Peter Jackson has always explored the flighty world of fantasy with intervals of darkness. It doesn't get much darker than Alice Sebold's story of a murdered 14 year old Pennslyvania girl Susie Salmon, who narrates and looks over her devastated family from a Gilliamesque afterlife; trying to solve her murder and find her peace. Jackson's depiction of the suburban family in shock is efficient and Susie's parents are well played by Rachel Weitz and Mark Wahlberg. Stanley Tucci is almost unrecognisable in a role that horrifies because of the mundane nature of his character. As I found with The Road - another adaptation of a book I hadn't read - you could sense how the story would benefit from the internal monologue of a novel but taken as a film, there is nothing inspired about it. I was left underwhelmed, the afterlife scenes are not much more than cliches in CGI and ultimately, while handsomely made, it doesn't grip like a best-seller should.