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“You must pay for everything in this world, one way or another. There is nothing free except for the grace of God.” So Mattie Ross (Hailee Steinfeld) tells us in Joel and Ethan Coen’s reimagining of Henry Hathaway’s True Grit, which is based on Charles Portis’ novel. Unsurprisingly, the Coens do a fine job with this remake in that it simultaneously stays faithful to the original in respect to certain scenes – particularly the climactic scene between Cogburn (Jeff Bridges in the new, John Wayne in the old) and Ned Pepper (Barry Pepper and Robert Duvall, respectively) – but also inches closer to the main character of Portis’ novel.

In 1969, True Grit won John Wayne his only Oscar for Best Actor in three nominations, and while it was deserved inasmuch as it was – according to the original trailer – Wayne’s “most colorful role,” the movie itself is really an exercise in Wayne being Wayne, only this time with slightly exaggerated mannerisms to convey drunkenness. Needless to say, Wayne was the star, the rest were supporting players, and in a 1969 John Wayne film, this would seem to be the correct pecking order.

However, in the Coen’s updated version, the film centers on the young Mattie Ross, who is determined to employ Cogburn to track down Tom Chaney (Josh Brolin), the man who killed her father. Mattie Ross is also relevant in Hathaway’s version, but the resulting conviction in her lines is a result of other actors’ reactions. Their acquiescence to her straightforward yet soft-spoken demands gives us the sense that she means business — but the actress does not evoke this — and this way, Wayne’s Cogburn is the perpetually dominant figure.

The Coens, and Steinfeld in particular, give us the reciprocal version of Mattie here, delivering her lines with stoic conviction and an unblinking stare. She does not charm the men, and they do not acquiesce because it is written in the script. This version of True Grit shows a woman-child, cognizant of the human condition and its shift from communal civilization to individualistic society. Too much? Not really.

As opposed to the 1969 version of True Grit, which is less about a young girl avenging her father’s revenge and more about redemption for an end-of-his-rope, drunk U.S. Marshall, the 2010 version cues in on the irony innate to social expansion: as the population increases, the communal aspect decreases because competition winnows communal civilizations down to individual entrepreneurs, which is evident as Mattie exhorts the Sheriff of Fort Smith, Arkansas, to set out into Indian Territory to find Tom Chaney, who everyone knows is the man who has killed her father. However, knowledge of his crime takes a backseat to jurisdiction of territory, which is fallacious logic because the sheriff claims lack of jurisdiction over Native American territories that don’t abide by the writs and torts that establish jurisdiction. So, his refusal ultimately boils down to a lack of vested interest in obtaining Chaney. No reward. No service.

Thus, the operative word in Mattie’s prologue to True Grit is “pay”: in one sense, a symbol of morals fetishized into gold coins and sheets of dyed linen, which is why Cogburn becomes important. His rank of U.S. Marshall is simply a euphemism for “bounty hunter.” He has a badge, but no obligation to uphold the law – which is obvious by his mockery in the court room, asking the defense attorney to delineate between how many men he has “shot” or “killed” as a punch line to the defense attorney’s questioning. Morals and the preservation of law are not at stake in True Grit. Financial gain and personal justice dominate the social rubric.  He is a federal employee for hire. No reward. No service.

In another sense, “pay” refers the economy of the human body. Hattie, though she understands money and husbands her finances better than her purveyors, is bent on taking Chaney’s life as payment for her father’s death. But in order to do this, she must become an employer and motivate financially, unable to use the pain and emotional distress that would lie behind the eyes of a fourteen-year old who has just lost her father.

This appeal would fall on deaf ears, only benefiting an otolaryngologist. She too has no interest in “justice” in the traditional sense of a due process, which is why she is against the Texas Ranger LaBoeuf (Matt Damon) joining her and Cogburn on their quest for Chaney. LaBoeuf seeks out Chaney to prosecute him for murdering a Texas Senator, but this disrupts transactions in three separate economies: body for Mattie, bounty for Cogburn, and pride as well as money for LaBoeuf. Each member has his or her own agenda. At times, they cooperate, but through most of the film, “justice” is negligible, and each is focused on his or her own pragmatism.

What might be the best part about True Grit is the way in which actors perform for the Coens. Bridges, Damn, and Steinfeld hold their own as the leads, but brief turns by Barry Pepper and Josh Brolin make every scene they are apart of captivating and cast a tone where every human cog in this tale is cognizant of everything they say as to avoid summoning death upon themselves by dropping names.

In the end, man can “pay for everything in this world” — but only with enough capital.

 

DYL MAG Score: 8

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Two of my guilty pleasures are Under Siege and The Rock, which might be the only Nicolas Cage movie that doesn’t make bile creep up my throat. However both of these movies have one thing in common: they advertise themselves as action movies, guaranteeing an adequate amount of dialogue to fashion semi-plausible plot lines and provide some killer action sequences – one-on-twelve knife combat in the former and exciting explosions and biological-warfare-driven suspense in the latter. In the end, the visuals and action sequences define both movies, overshadowing cheesy lines and spotty acting to deliver on their promise to entertain for around ninety minutes. With or without 3-D technology.

That brings us to Tron: Legacy, which purports itself as visual enticement mixed with action sequences. And perhaps I am mistaken, but marketing a film in both Real 3D — and in particular IMAX 3D — would nearly guarantee this to be the result, yes? That said, I had low expectations of everything non-visual or action-related in this movie, meaning that the sloppy dialog would be overlooked as well as the spotty acting — with the exception of Jeff Bridges, who turns in yet another solid performance as both Kevin Flynn and Clu.

However, the biggest disappointment with Tron: Legacy is its paucity of visual creativity and action sequences. While there is a rather suspenseful aerial dogfight toward the end of the film, this ten-minute sequence does not whitewash the prior 115 minutes in which a live-audience-observed motorcycle battle in a three-dimensional circuit stadium boils down to a one-trick show: Flynn’s son Sam (Garret Hedlund) jumps his motorcycle repeatedly from level one to level two until riding alongside another driver, asserting, “We need to work together! It’s the only way!” and then proceeding to destroy four of the five other bikes using the same pretzel-style maneuver. Aren’t these mercenary bikers supposed to be cognizant computer programs, capable of learning from and adjusting to previously observed mistakes?

My previous question points out the glaring problem with this sequel: not that there is a plot hole, but that the plot hole is noticeable and not laughed off like it should be in a visually driven action film. In the same vein, the majority of the screenplay consists of one-syllable or two-word responses like “Cool!” “No way!” “User!” “Game over!” “Look out!” “Clu!” or “Dad!” Again, the issue isn’t that these lines are sloppy ways to spur a plot or that they are delivered as if filmed on three separate sound stages and then pasted together; the issue is that they are perpetually evident.

Steven Seagal is far from a stellar actor, but Under Siege’s combat scenes create a temporary dialogue-amnesia for the viewer. Sure, we could pick, but why bother when Tommy Lee Jones is getting his eye shoved into his skull by a thumb or someone just got eviscerated with a paring knife. Should we care that Arnold Schwarzenegger could barely speak English is Commando when he says things like “Coowwl auf”? No. He previously chopped a guys arm off with an ax, blew things up with a bazooka, and penetrated a guy with a giant pipe!

What else is noticeable is the cinematographical laziness at the end of the film when, upon returning to the real world, Scott wants to show his new machine love interest, Quorra (Olivia Wilde) a sunrise because, while in the video game, she laments never having been privy to one. In the game world (“the grid”), he poetically describes it as “warm” and “radiant,” or rather,  like looking at a 100-watt bulb while wearing a sweater. (I was honestly waiting for him to throw in “yellow.”)

Regardless, as the audience waits for this predictable reveal, we see the two of them riding a motorcycle over a bridge while the sun is coming up over the distant mountains that are practically hidden by dark clouds. This either says that Scott has no sense of romance, choosing the worst day ever to show his new mate(?) robot(?) mechanical sex slave(?) something she’s longed to see for a thousand “cycles,” or that the producers were already drastically over budget and there was absolutely no stock footage of a sunrise.

Now, despite the previously mentioned issues with Tron: Legacy, it does have some merit in the way it prophecies the potential mode of making films, perhaps through telecommuting. While Jeff Bridges plays the contemporary Kevin Flynn, a gray-bearded man in his fifties who has been trapped in the computer for twenty years, Bridges also plays Clu, a mirror image of a younger version of Bridges from the original Tron (1982). This is fascinatingly accomplished by superimposing a CGI image of the younger Bridges over a live actor throughout Legacy. I’m not sure if it’s Bridges’ body that the face is riding, but it’s certainly his voice, which means that studios might be on the verge of having actors auction off their digital likenesses and simply lend voice to feature films.

Overall, I’m not sure how I feel about this, but it would be a benefit to those franchises that have surpassed the physical ability of their stars. Take the Indiana Jones films for one. The last one was awful, and the primary, secondary, tertiary, most noticeable one of the reasons was because Harrison Ford is simply too old to play a virile, adventurous archaeologist. Action scenes involving Ford were choppy because the camera often fixated on the back of Jones’ body, indicating the use of a stunt double, and then closed the scene with a shot of Ford’s reaction. One of the very first scenes when Jones falls through the window of a Nazi jeep is a prime example.

Clearly, this method might force some actors — particularly those who found fame through the action genre or with their good looks — to face their own marquee-headlining mortality, and I’m not sure how many will be ready to endorse a check earned solely in this manner. At the same time, this method might also provide second-wind immortality, an ego boost that thrives on knowing their visage keeps waves of viewers hitting the theaters. At the same time, if this technique is applied to actresses, there is a reaffirmation of the woman as sex-object. Not sure how well that will go over either.

That said, the content of Tron is negligible and should only be watched under constant supervision if you suffer from sleep apnea, but the production process creates a novel discourse about the future of technology in film.

DYL MAG Score: 5

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Cotto’s Best of 2010

by Robert Cotto on January 3, 2011 · 1 comment

The first word out of my mouth after seeing a “great” movie is more often than not, an expletive. Followed by an exhale. I would’ve have thought with “The Social Network”, closing with The Beatles classic “Baby, You’re a Rich Man” would have evoked that emotion. It didn’t. It did however after Leo DiCaprio’s final line of “Shutter Island”. This “ten” list is about, more than anything, being moved.

1. Never Let Me Go

A haunting, sci-fi tale, set in a not so distant past, about a group of young adults whose sole purpose in life is donate organs for more privileged human beings, while struggling with experiencing profound emotion, knowing the fate of their impending demise. I couldn’t help but think of the Springsteen line from “Mary Queen of Arkansas”; “I was not born to live to die…” while sitting in the theater. That’s the entire point of these lives. Carey Mulligan and Andrew Garfield (who completely transforms himself here; which, if you see him in “The Social Network”, that same praise is lauded to him there, as well). This is the most overlooked film of the year. With any luck, the film will find its audience on DVD.

2. Blue Valentine

Two days in the life of a marriage that unfolds over flashbacks of a blossoming courtship. Ryan Gosling and Michelle Williams go to emotional depths that haven’t been explored as lovingly and as articulately since Cassavetes’ “Faces” & “A Woman Under the Influence”. Derek Cianfrance has made one of the most honest love stories in ages. What he’s able to achieve in his two leads is to be marveled.

3. 127 Hours

Danny Boyle traps James Franco in a hole. Do you know how many women dream about this? And yet, no one has seen this life affirming piece of work? Franco has arrived. More people need to come out and greet him.

4. Inception

Here are my initial thoughts on Christopher Nolan’s film. They still apply.

5. The Town

“Gone, Baby Gone” was no fluke. Taking references from “The Friends of Eddie Coyle,” writer/director/star Ben Affleck updates the heist genre, with a stellar cast, notably with Jeremy Renner, who enters Pesci of “Goodfellas” territory.

6. The Kids Are All Right

The ensemble cast of the year. I recall “Terms of Endearment” in thinking about this film; not that there’s an overwhelmingly sad death at the end, but at it’s honest, and often humorous approach to the family unit, although not conventional. Annette Bening gives one of the best performances of the year. Completely nuanced, never over the top.

7. Black Swan

If you’ve seen Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger’s “The Red Shoes,” then it’s impossible to not draw comparisons to this film. Another story set in the ballet world about performance, passion, drive (like “Shoes”), and the depths one goes to get lost in the part. It’s a tour-de-force for Natalie Portman, and another milestone in Darren Aronosky’s filmography.

8. True Grit

The Coen Brothers remake evokes the spirit of John Ford while remaining definitively Coen. Jeff Bridges take on Rooster Cogburn is exceptional, but it’s the underrated and under praised work of Hattie Steinfeld that is the real reason to check out this gem.

9. The Ghost Writer

McKee says, “Wow them in the end, and you’ve got a hit.” With references to his own life and work, Roman Polanski’s modern day noir about a successful ghost writer who agrees to complete the memoirs of a former British Prime Minister exceeds all expectations. Career highs for Ewan McGregor’s ghost writer and Pierce Brosnan’s prime minister. Though it’s Olivia Williams performance as the prime minister’s better half that is most memorable, and least discussed.

10. Another Year

Mike Leigh’s funny and heartbreaking story that chronicles a year in the life of a blissfully happy couple in their golden years and their friends, who all seem to be lacking happiness in their own lives. Another great ensemble, led by Jim Broadbent, but it’s Leigh regular Lesley Manville’s performance that really keeps you glued.

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This Matrix/Big Lebowski mash-up should win an Oscar. (h/t Steve Barker)

Also, on a semi-related note, here’s the very-well-done Arrested Development action movie trailer from a while back that I forgot to post. The best part is obviously the Tobias chair kick at 0:54.

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