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Water for Elephants

*** Out of ****

I love carnivals.  More particularly, I love media about carnivals.  If it has a carnival or circus in it, I will give it at least a shot.  From La Strada (Fellini) to Sawdust and Tinsel (Bergman), to Freaks (Browning)and Vampire Circus (It’s a Hammer film…long story), I will always give it a shot.  The traveling carnival is what kept me watching the fifth season of Heroes (such a shame, it started so well) and don’t get me started on HBO’s Carnivale (damn you HBO execs.)  Water for Elephants was intriguing to me on many levels.  I had read part of the book and found it engaging and well done, unfortunately I was in college at the time and was reading bits and pieces of it in between finals and papers.  It concerns the life of Jacob, who upon learning of his parent’s death hitches up with a traveling circus as their vet.  There he falls in love with the star performer and clashes with her mentally ill abusive, yet frighteningly charming husband, who runs the carnival (a departure from the book, where the abusive owner and mentally Ill, and also abusive, husband are separate characters.)

The film is not without its flaws, it feels a bit slow at times, and the characters, despite the three main leads, seem like they could be really great and memorable, yet are pretty much regulated to living scenery status.  However, lush sets, fantastic costumes, and some beautiful bits of camera work do create a visual richness that I loved.  Now, as for those three leads; Robert Pattinson plays Jacob and while I will never be one who finds merit in the Twilight franchise, he seems to be a very solid actor with some very good nuances and notes to his craft.  (I feel the same way about his Twilight costar Kristen Stewart, who was very good as Joan Jett.  It is perhaps the sparkly teen vamp films themselves that are terrible, and not so much the fault of the performers.) So R-Patz, as he is annoyingly referred to in the tabloids, proves himself to be a very capable actor sans sparkles.  Reese Witherspoon plays Marlena, the ingénue, and she plays it the way Witherspoon always plays her characters; old fashioned Hollywood glamour, poise, sophistication and perfect nuance.  I love Reese Witherspoon, I always have, and I feel she is the rare actress who is both a fine thespian and great talent, as well as being everything that is Hollywood glamour.  Finally, the gem, the joy and the insidiously charming experience that is Christoph Waltz.   You remember him, right? Who could forget him? He was the one you knew was winning best supporting actor at that year’s Oscars before the opening credits had rolled for Inglorious Basterds. He may never get the chance to play a good guy here in the sates, but do we want him to?  Watching him in this film is a treat, and even if the rest of the film needed some work, His chemistry and interaction between the two other leads more than makes up for it.  His character is charming, affable and utterly despicable, yet at the same time it is completely different from Hans Landa.  I saw this because comparisons are definitely going to be made, and I feel they are unjust.   Despite the fact that Landa was a Nazi, you still liked him; you liked watching him and laughed with him as he moved the pieces around.  Auguste is not like that, his charm is a mask, and his true self, which manifests itself in a difficult scene, is loathsome.  You want something bad to happen to him, you hate him and everything about him, and you wait with baited breath for him to meet a messy end.  I would have made the climax bigger, or less abrupt.  I would have kept Holbrook’s voice as the narrator rather than the strange transition. I would have expanded the circus and made it a character in and of itself. All in all, without the strong cast and unique setting, Water for Elephants could have been boring and dry.  Even with the positives it almost falls into that trap.  However Waltz, Witherspoon, Pattinson, and a nice framing device with Hal Holbrook, do create a nice little package.

Insidious

3 ½ out of 5

            As any regular readers to this blog know, I have taken great issue with the current state of horror films.  The genre, once a way to escape the mundane actions of everyday life, has become itself mundane; unoriginal and unimaginative.  The only movies coming out are sequels, prequels and remakes.  Though these can be done well (Rob Zombie’s Halloween, Scream 4), most are forgettable at best, abysmal at worst.

            Now comes Insidious, the latest from the minds that brought us Saw.  Saw is perhaps one of the most original horror films of the last 10 years, though its sequels have left much to be desired.  Insidious, while not the most original move you’ll ever see, is certainly a big step in the right direction for horror films.

            The movie centers on a family, the Lamberts, who have just moved into a new house.  There is the father Josh (Patrick Wilson), his wife Renai (Rose Byrne) and their 3 children, 2 boys and an infant girl.  Not long after moving into the house, strange things begin to happen.  Books move off shelves, horrific voices can be heard over the baby monitor and shadowy figures make their way on and off screen.  The oldest son,Dalton(Ty Simpkins), falls into a mysterious coma after witnessing something in the attic.  Josh begins spending more time at the school where he is a teacher, coming home later and later at night.  Finally Renai convinces Josh they need to move.   However, the spirits follow them to this house as well.  Josh’s mother (Barbara Hershey) invites her psychic friend Elise (Lin Shaye) to help figure out the disturbances.

            The first act of this movie is a genuinely scary ghost story, not unlike Poltergeist.  The scares come from well timed BOO! moments and a great, haunting score.  The visuals are fantastic.  However, the movie begins to devolve once Elise and her comic sidekicks show up to investigate. 

            Elise is able to explain the happenings.  One thing I love about the greatest movies of this kind is the ambiguity.  I love not knowing exactly what’s going on or what the characters are dealing with.  The movie quickly moves from “psychological” ghost story to cheap “monster-of-the-week” territory…and when your monster looks like Darth Maul, it’s never going to be as scary as that foreboding shadow on the wall or the vague pictures drawn byDalton.  As soon as the horror becomes tangible, any sense of dread is removed, as you know the characters are no longer in the dark. 

            Despite this, Insidious is still a very well done movie with genuine thrills and some downright frightening moments.  It takes the best ideas of Poltergeist and The Exorcist but doesn’t mend them as well together as it could have.  An evil old lady, a character who comes and goes and comes again without much explanation, is perhaps one of the best designed and truly horrifying characters present in a horror movie in a very long time.  Maybe she should have had a larger part.  Either way, Insidious is truly worth your time if you’re into great horror or if you feel like losing yourself for 2 hours remembering why horror movies exist in the first place.

A letter of thanks to Wes Craven and co.

Oh woe is me; the horror genre was getting so tired, (as it is wont to do).  So many reboots, so many remakes, so many traps (oh so many traps, 7 films filled with traps, so many damn traps).  Carpenter is nowhere to be found, Argento has given up, Zombie has disappointed and Hooper….well yes, ahem….moving right along.  Yet where is he, that master of the macabre, the man who brought us Freddy God Damn Krueger, where has he been?

                When I first saw the trailer to My Soul to Take I was excited.  Wes Craven was making a teen slasher, a good old fashioned slice-em-up.  I was thrilled, I was ecstatic, I was….disappointed.  the film had some fine potential, and I don’t mind if Craven wants to rip himself off for most of the movie, but it was…well…underdeveloped is the best way to say it. I prefer a film to be bad because it is made with too much love, rather than one that feels a bit lazy.  (I.e. Zombie’s Halloween 2 was a terribly mess, but it reeked of care and devotion and was not in the least bit lazy.  This does not make it good, but it does make it harder to dismiss sometimes). So Craven has gone the way of the rest of his flock, I suppose I’ll just watch Saw 30…

                But wait, the last time the genre was getting old, good man Wes flew in and saved us for a small time with one of the three perfect slashers ever made.  1996 was the year the Scream first came out, and while I was too young to see it when it was first realized, I have more than made up for it with repeat viewings.  The other two “Perfect Slashers” share multiple bonds with each other and Scream, and every genre fan knows what they are, Halloween and Psycho, hereafter to be referred to as the “Loomis Triptych”

                So once again the Genre is getting stale, and once again Wes Craven swoops to the rescue.  I was unbelievably excited for Scream 4, so much more than was necessary for such a late entry.  But after my “meh” attitude to My Soul to Take I was naturally concerned.  I love the original movies, I love how self-aware they are, I love how they are made by horror people for horror people, I love how everyone in them loves the genre as much as I do, and I both love and hate the fact that I will always be Randy Meeks. So I watched the opening sequence to Scream 4 with trepidation, waiting to pass judgment and be disappointed.  Then the opening began….and began….and began…and my smile grew wider and wider.  For over 80 minutes that smile kept getting wider and wider and my confidence in Wes Craven came back with a vengeance.

                Campbell was great, Cox is always stunning, and who doesn’t love Dewey.  I loved Emma Roberts; I thought Erik Knudsen and Rory Culkin were fantastic (what’s with the Culkin boom? Kieran was one of the best parts of Scott Pilgrim). Award for Favorite Newcomer goes to Hayden Panettiere though, whose turn as a perfect combination of Randy and Tatum was by far the best new character to the franchise. 

                Critics will lambast, and they will gripe, fans will be divided and snipe at each other for differing opinions, but none of that matters.  The only thing that matters is that there were creepy phone calls, lots of blood, film savvy teens, a healthy game of spot the reference, (now towards its own predecessors as well as other standards) and a nice mixture of scares and laughs.  I jumped, I giggled, I gave myself fully into the experience and I loved every second of it.  It was Scream all over again, As meta as it is possible to get, and then some more.  I want to thank Wes and Co. for dishing out the fun once again, because I have not had that much fun in a movie in a very long time.  I have enjoyed films, I have been moved by films, and I have been interested in films, but it has been a few years since I sat in a theater with my mouth hanging open, laughing and jumping and enjoying myself the way I did Saturday night.  Horror movies should be fun; they should be filled with nervous laughter and creeping menace.  Scream 4 proved that when Craven is on his game, there is no better.  For me, this was better than 3, close tie with 2, and just below 1.  Well done to all, Thanks for reminding us why for a while, the sound of a ringing phone made us jump. 

P.S. Peeping Tom did not get credit or accolades until years later, so I think Kirby should get a pass on that one. 

P.P.S. “If they’d watch PROM NIGHT, they’d save time!”

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