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Tuesday, September 27, 2016

War Dogs (4/5 Stars)



Miles Teller does not understand why a twenty-something guy like him, who was a physical therapist a few months ago, is making a living running guns for the United States' war in Iraq. It’s like this, Jonah Hill, his childhood friend and current employer explains: Remember little league where at the end of the year they would only give out one trophy to the Most Valuable Player. Then one year a parent complained and so they had to start giving out trophies out to everyone. Even the fat retarded kid got a trophy. Well the Bush-Cheney people fucked up big. When Halliburton got all the big contracts for the Iraq War, all the other mid-range suppliers’ strarted screaming unfair. So now there is this website that anybody and I mean anybody can bid for contracts on and that’s how we are in this business.

“So you’re the fat retarded kid?” asks Miles.
“Dude, I’m the fattest and most retarded kid there is!” exclaims Jonah.

Such is the backdrop for this stranger-than-fiction tale from director Todd Phillips. Phillips, known as a comedy director (Old School, The Hangover) is expanding his creative scope here and make no mistake, although “War Dogs” has a lot of laughs, it is drama, and a very well made one at that.

The screenplay was co-written by Phillips and Steven Chin. Chin has an interesting story. In his young twenties he became interested in doing a story about two young arms runners in Iraq. So he went to Iraq to interview them and get their story rights. This story isn’t exactly about those two guys but Chin’s experiences, and his innate ability to understand the type of person who would go half way across the world on a whim in search of forturne, lends this story the its impressive amount of rich contextual detail.

There is nothing I like more than a story that is told by people who seem to really know what they are talking about. “War Dogs” is that type of movie. When Miles and Jonah (I’m writing this review so late that I have forgotten the names of the main characters) need to solve problems, they need to solve very specific ones. For instance, they have a contract to deliver a certain amount of Remington handguns to  a particular general in Iraq. The Italian legislature has just passed a bill outlawing the selling of arms to Iraq. So Miles and Jonah (under threat of never getting business again if they do not deliver) need to redirect their Italian handguns to Jordan, bribe the local officials, and then personally drive the hand guns through Anbar province to Baghdad.

When I speak of the power of details in strong action storytelling this is a good example. The nitty-gritty down to earth stuff lends suspense to a journey regular action blockbusters can’t deliver even with the help of giant robots and the destruction of entire cities. And you might learn something too like bribable soldiers like Marlboro cigarettes.

At its heart, “War Dogs” in is a story about a small business start-up and has all the hallmarks of the trials and tribulation of a good business tale. It has unpaid subcontractors, personal disputes between partners, the joy of success, and the business deal that goes wrong and then goes really wrong. This movie could maybe have been made about any small business but it says a lot about movies, and storytelling in general, that business movies are generally only about two types of businesses: Drugs and Guns. Businesses are perhaps inherently boring or put another way, if they go well, should be boring and so most businesses in movies generally have outside action to enliven the experience of them. How many times have you seen a movie about a bank robber? And how many times have you seen a movie about a bank manager that operates a bank efficiently and competently? That's my point.

As a member of a two man small business, it was fun for me to see a movie like this with my employer. It felt very right. I mean besides the fact that Jonah, the boss in the movie, is a sociopath. My boss isn’t like that. That's obvious enough. I'm not sure why I even mentioned it.

However, going back to Jonah Hill. He is great in this movie. There are certain actors that can really stretch a performance to hit as many notes as possible and in this movie there is not a scene that Jonah is not doing something interesting or funny in it. It is odd that I need to say this next thing given that he already has two Oscar nominations, but Jonah Hill is a great actor with considerable range. Given his girth, there is really not so many other actors like him that can fully supersede the comedy genre and become full-fledged dramatic actors. But he can do it and I look forward to see him do it for a while in the future. (On an irrelevant note: He has successfully gained back the entirety of the weight he impressively lost over the past couple years. That's too bad. I bet he's really struggling about it.)


Bradley Cooper also shows up as a heavy dramatic presence in this movie. It is a role I haven’t seen him play before but he does a good job at being scary enough. My favorite line, “I am not a bad man, but in my line of business, I sometimes have to ask myself: what would a bad man do?”

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Whiplash (4/5 Stars)





Good Job

I could not be more impressed by a second feature and a first real budget (still low budget but still a budget) movie. The writer is Damien Chazelle. He is my age (OMFG) and his movie is absolutely killer. It is the sort of thing that registers a new cinematic presence in the neighborhood of greatness in your mind. I am excited for future movies from this kid. Let me explain: It is not too unusual for a very young person to give a great performance or write a very good screenplay or even to direct a good movie (take Ryan Coogler’s “Fruitvale Station” from last year). It’s unusual but not unheard of unusual. But the standout great thing about “Whiplash” is not any of these things. It is the editing. And Editing like Cinematography is a technical old-man-who-knows-how-to-work-machines job. Those other jobs can lean on the crutch of great inspiration or raw talent. Editing is a craft. Editing requires discipline and experience. And the editing that one experiences in “Whiplash” is so intricate, precise, and correct that to see a 28-year-old lead a team that does it is extraordinary. We need to give this Damien Chazelle some serious money and let him do whatever the fuck he wants next time around. The kid’s got rhythm.

“Whiplash” is a low budget movie. It has a protagonist (Jazz Drummer protégé played by Miles Teller) an antagonist (his sadistic/inspiring teacher played by J.K. Simmons) and two supporting characters: his easy going father and a girlfriend. The movie takes place in a series of rooms and concert halls and some country roads. The plot concerns the protagonist’s search for greatness in jazz drumming, his attempts to impress a teacher who is ideologically opposed to ever being impressed, and his ultimate confrontation and jazz drum battle with him. Now there is that on paper but on the screen you are watching what feels like an action blockbuster. This is pulled off by a focused screenplay, two great performances by Teller and Simmons and as I mentioned before extraordinary editing.

Jazz Drumming? Who gives a shit right? I knew nothing about it before seeing this movie (except of course for the Buddy Rich tapes). Well the presentation of a thing makes a world of difference. I am reminded of watching Bob Fosse’s “All That Jazz” and being turned off by the philandering reckless play director until the movie proved through choreography that he was a genius. There’s nothing like great art to diminish the distasteful eccentricities of the artist. So it is in “Whiplash.”Miles Teller really wants to be one of the greatest jazz drummers ever like Buddy Rich or Charlie Parker. His teacher mercilessly abuses him (not unlike the drill instructor in “Full Metal Jacket.”) There is yelling, slapping, throwing chairs, and sadistic mind fucking going all around. Miles practices until his hands start bleeding. He blows off his father. He breaks up with his girlfriend in order to focus more on his music. Why would Miles Teller go through this? Well fuck it’s the music. It’s great. And it fills the scenes with gorgeous suspense and hideous beauty. And the camera direction and editing seamlessly intertwine the pieces into the overall experience. The movie makes it plausible that greatness in this medium is worth experiencing terrible shit.

By making it plausible the movie opens a real discussion of whether greatness is worth destroying yourself in general. Miles has two father figures. His dad, easy going and unconditional in his love, is not particularly great at anything and requires nothing from his son. Then there is his teacher who demands and demands and demands and demands and who articulates that the most harmful words in the human language are “Good Job.” Well, is J.K. Simmons a good teacher? I have an opinion on that. I do not necessarily believe that yelling, slapping, or throwing chairs is bad leadership. I do have a problem with the manipulation and the lying. At one point in the movie the teacher confronts a student who is on-pitch with the accusation that they are off-pitch. The teacher knows that the student is on pitch. He also must know that in his strict disciplitarian camp of a classroom that the student cannot talk back or correct the teacher. And yet his excuse for his behavior when the student is dismissed is “well, he wasn’t off pitch but should have known that he wasn’t and that is worse.” So what is the point of his behavior? It is a perfect Catch-22 for the student. They will either get excoriated for differing from the teacher or get excoriated for being off pitch. There is no point is the answer. It is stupid and the teacher is a coward to only yell louder when he is called out on it. So “Full Metal Jacket” guy: all good in my book. I like him. The teacher in this movie: not so much. One kind of yelling toughens up a pupil, the other fucks with their mind. And if the teacher is not there to mold the mind, if he insists like in this movie that the perfect pupil will ultimately disregard his teaching than what is the point of the teacher at all.

Or to put it another way: What is the point of teachers when it comes to Greatness. If it can’t be taught then perhaps the best teacher is but an intelligent obstacle.

Or did I just persuade myself the other way….