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Saturday, April 13, 2013

Upstream Color (2/5 Stars)




Imagine you are seated in a large lecture hall. There is a professor with his back to the classroom working on some great math problem on a large chalkboard. It may be physics, it may be calculus, or it may be something else entirely. You are not sure. You are not well versed in the symbols on the board. However, by the methodical and confident way the professor draws the images you cannot help but surmise that behind the incomprehensible language there is some sort of logic and that the professor is of some sort of intelligence. So intrigued by the possibility of understanding, you sit back in your seat and wait for the professor to turn around and start explaining his work. And you wait. And you wait. And you wait some more. And then at last the professor stops his incessant scribbling, he steps back to survey his work, and he leaves the room. And he never comes back. The End.

Let me explain what I was doing there. That was a metaphor for what it feels like to watch “Upstream Color,” a movie whose apparent technical expertise is rendered pointless by its confounding lack of storytelling. I bet you can find many reviews out there that purport to understand what is going on in this movie and what it all “means.” Take it from me, they are all guessing and if they have figured it out they probably know more about the movie than the director/writer/star Shane Carruthers. Excuse me, but I insist that the director be the smartest person in the room. This isn’t the MOMA where half-asssed incomplete artwork is set upon a pedestal by self-important critics who find it okay to do the artist’s work for them. And besides if it was the enjoyment of a movie should not require the reading of a half-dozen essays about what it all means. It should be able to stand-alone supported by the strength of its own merit. I paid for a movie not a homework assignment.

If you had to pick a genre for this movie it would probably be science fiction, in that it contains things that no present technology can accomplish. A suspension of disbelief is required for all science fiction but all good science fiction has at least one thing in common. The technologies invented for the story have rules and work logically. So even if it is implausible, its function is predictable and it serves the themes of the movie. Think of the process of extraction of ideas in “Inception,” or the brain portal in “Being John Malkovich,” or the process of time travel in “Source Code.” The technology in “Upstream Color” and how it works and why it is important to work the way it does is never explained. And if it were explained, the explanation would probably be completely arbitrary. A man grows lilacs. In the roots of these lilacs are worms. He collects these worms and sells them as drugs. The drug is a powerful narcotic that induces a very strong hypnotic state. The victim is kidnapped and instructed to read Walden, stack poker chips, drink water, make paper chains, and hand over all their money. The thief leaves and the bug grows to an extraordinary length inside the victim’s body. A man on a pig farm hundreds of miles away pumps from large speakers strong pulsating beats into the ground. The victim feels this and travels hundreds of miles to the farm. At the pig farm, the man performs a very painful extraction that pulls the now three or four foot long worm out of the victim’s ankle and deposits it into the heart of a pig. The victim wakes up in her car in the middle of the highway somewhere and does not remember anything from the past several weeks. The pig is named after the victim (Kris) and for the rest of the movie, even years after the fact, the victim will feel whatever the pig is feeling. If you would like an answer as to why this happens or how this is possible too bad. You may as well ask why the movie is titled “Upstream Color.” It has nothing to do with anything else unless you can count its arbitrariness itself as a concurrent theme in the movie, which I absolutely refuse to do.

Here is a good example of how little anything matters in connection to anything else. The thief steals several thousand dollars and it is shown that he has done this over and over again to many many people. He’s got quite a lot of pigs on the farm. Why is he doing this? Because it does not look like he is spending the money on anything. By the way if this ever happens to you, then pay attention, here is what you do to figure everything out. You immediately get rid of all evidence that you were robbed. You don’t call the police. You lie to your employers about why you missed two weeks of work. You will lose your job but don’t worry; it’s all part of the process. Never mind trying to get to the bottom of it. Just spend several years lost wondering what happened to your life. Now start methodically swimming laps at the local gym at night when nobody else is around. Go ahead and dump a bucket of rocks into the deep end. Pick them up two at a time from the bottom of the swimming pool while reciting passages from “Walden.” Do this about a thousand times until the magic lilac branch appears in the bottom of the pool. Give it a tug, like four or five times. It will sound like a gong. Don’t worry, it’s supposed to do that. Anyway what were you expecting? A chime sound? Please, let’s not be silly. At last, now you have the exact coordinates of the pig farm. Go kill the bastard that did this to you.

Do not be fooled by the so-called technical expertise of this movie. It may seem like it has good cinematography, or good editing, or good music or whatever, but such a distinction fails to take into consideration the most important element of what makes such things “good.” Cinematography, editing, and music are merely tools used by the moviemaker in furtherance of telling a story. If they do not help to tell the story than they have failed at what was their main charge and by default should be considered bad. To praise it would be like critiquing a shoddily built chair and remarking that the table saw used to put together such a disgrace to furniture was a very good table saw.

I have no patience or sympathy for this type of movie. There is a difference between a movie that is complex and a movie that is actually impossible to follow and there is a difference between a movie that contains ambiguity and one that is actually arbitrary. The test is whether any amount of thinking will allow the viewer to understand what is going on. And I submit that no amount of thinking will allow you to comprehend “Upstream Color.” Those that do claim an understanding are imagining the emperor’s clothes. 


Friday, April 12, 2013

Spring Breakers (4/5 Stars)













Perhaps it would surprise you if I described this as a religious movie. I’m not saying you will find Jesus here, but a religious dichotomy pervades it. There is no room for some moral middle ground. A person can be either all good or all evil. 

Four young women (Rachel Korine, Ashley Benson, Vanessa Hudgens, Selena Gomez) faced with the prospect of what to do with their Spring Break can either stay in Kentucky and go to church meetings or they can go down to Florida and party on the beach. And oh what a party it is! Spring Break in Florida is not an idle vacation. The director Harmony Korine’s vision of it makes clear that hard drugs, harder alcohol, gratuitous nudity, fornication, and illegal public disturbances are all mandatory. What’s more, entrance to this MTV fever dream party requires a test of dishonor to prove the travelers have the requisite bad intentions to gain admission. The four women are extremely low on funds and will not have enough money to last the week. So they do what must be done. Two of the girls (Ashley and Vanessa) don hoodies and with hammers and realistic squirt guns hold up a restaurant. They rob the register and patrons while screaming that they will kill anyone who moves.

The first half of the movie is seen through the eyes of Selena Gomez. She is the most good of the four women. In Kentucky we see her attending the type of church groups that have a charismatic preacher and get everyone to sit in a circle and sing Alleluia. For anyone not initiated with this type of group think religious fervor it is not unlike being on drugs. It can be very inspiring and a lot of fun. It is on the opposite side of the spectrum from Spring Break, but the passionate experiences being chased are not dissimilar. One just happens to be all good and the other all evil. Selena’s experience is glimpsed darkly through director Harmony Korine deft use of voiceover poetry, multiple layers of editing, and neon cinematography. It’s a wild trip until all things go wrong and the four women land in jail for underage and illegal everything. The shock of the situation is too much for Selena and she takes the next bus back to Kentucky with tears in her eyes. And that’s when things get really wild. The moral anchor of the movie has been let loose and the three other women remain in Spring Break land to see how deep the hellhole goes.

Your friendly guide to the underworld is a drug dealer/rapper named “Alien.” As he likely to explain on numerous occasions, he is not of this planet. “Alien” is played by one of my favorite people (not actors, people) James Franco. Alien has many tattoos, lots of bling, dreadlocks, and a giant grill. Someone asks if he is rich? “Yeah I’m rich. Take a look at my mouth.” Oh boy do I love this character. There is a particularly great scene where he takes the three women on a tour of his house and just points out stuff saying, “Look at my shit! I got all this shit! Look at my shit!” I was immediately reminded of the chapter in “American Psycho,” where Patrick Bateman takes about ten pages to list all the stuff in his apartment. To make it all complete, Alien even has the 1983 version of “Scarface” starring Al Pacino on a 24/7 loop. Reader, if there is one way to tell you are dealing with a grade-A moron it is their overwhelming admiration for “Scarface.” Scarface is a conspicuous consumer who amasses material possessions without enjoying them, who becomes a paranoid coke addict, whose family deserts him, who murders his best friend, who dies a horrific death, who is the real life inspiring figure and role model for idiots everywhere. What I absolutely love is that James Franco is the complete opposite of “Alien.” He is after all the type of person who having already achieved fame and fortune decided to enroll at UCLA (BA), Columbia (MFA), Yale University (PHD), and now the Rhode Island School of Design to basically study for fun. His performance is a winking one but it is good enough to the point where it should still fool the fools. People who are inspired by Scarface should find “Alien” to be the real thing too. For the rest of us, there are lots of laughs including what is sure to be one of the best scenes of the year: James Franco at a white piano at sunset singing Britney Spear’s “Everytime” while the three women armed with semi-automatics cavort around with matching pink hoodies and swimsuits. I almost fell out of my seat. 

In essence, if you were ever curious as to what a cloistered nun with a tendency to see the devil everywhere Jesus isn’t may think what goes on during Spring Break than this is the movie to see. Real life is probably much more mundane. I’ve never been to Florida Spring Break but I have been to places where they have the same kind of dancing i.e. the type where people shift their weight from foot to foot, jump up and down, and wave their hands in the air ad infinitum. It is essential to employ various quick editing techniques and blare loud music to make this look like it is a fun thing to do. In real life it is a rather rote experience and one generally needs to be under the influence to enjoy it. At least that is what I have been told numerous times by numerous people after expressing my own confusion. Have you ever been to a big-tent religious festival where people dance around and speak in tongues? I would assume it would be better to be totally stoned for that experience too.  

p.s. It is my opinion that Scarface is a great movie. I do recognize that and like the movie. I just happen to think only an idiot would want to be like Scarface.