Showing posts with label Christian Bale. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christian Bale. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

The King Spoke and He Said: The Oscars Kind of Sucked This Year

  • 2010 will be remembered as the year that nothing worth remembering happened at the Oscars.
  • Anne Hathaway could very well be a great Oscar host with lots of life and energy (if she'd give up the oh my gosh I'm hosting the Oscars references), but what was with James Franco? He looked like that if he didn't go backstage and start cooking up a shot he was going to go into withdrawl.
  • I think the Academy found their host next year in Kirk Douglas.
  • It's sad that the most talked about thing this year was Melissa Leo dropping the F-bomb.
  • There was a moment when Wally Pfister was accepting his award when he thanked Christopher Nolan for being his master and Nolan half smiled as if to say, "Yeah thanks even though it should be me up there."
  • Apparently Ophrah talking about the human condition did nothing for Joel Cohen who decided he'd rather pick his ear than listen.
  • Randy Newman has been nominated for Best Song 20 times and won twice which is kind of ironic because he essentially made a career out of writing the same song over and over again (to be fair, his songs were one of the things that kept the Princess and the Frog from being great). Out of four nominees, only the 127 Hours song had any personality at all. However, in his attempt to be "good TV" Newman did give one of the funniest and lightest speeches.
  • Tom Hooper managed to make thanking his mom actually sound sweet and meaningful.
  • I have no idea who this kid who won best short feature is, but he's certainly going places.
  • Susanne Bier won an Oscar. This makes me happy. She's one of my favourite directors and doesn't get enough credit for what she does.
  • You can tell Aaron Sorkin is a great writer. He gave the most literate and confident speech. He reminds me a bit of David Mamet.
  • I desperately wanted the Social Network to win more awards just so there could be more hilarious cutaway shots of David Fincher looking completely unimpressed as people thanked him.
  • Was it just me or were Justin Timberlake and Mila Kunis really awkward to watch?
  • The opening montage was so uninspired that I thought for a second I was watching Saturday Night Live
  • The opening monologue wasn't much better. Where is Carrie Fischer when you need her?
  • Billy Crystal managed to revive the show a little and a video was played of Bob Hope doing one of my favourite Oscar lines "Or as it's called at my house: passover," but this was awkwardly melded into a way to introduce Robert Downey Jr. and Jude Law
  • Speaking of: if there has to be 2 hosts, these 2 get my vote for next year.
  • Since when have the honorary Oscar recipients ever been brought on stage and not allowed to make a speech?
  • How did David O. Russell and Christian Bale work together without anyone getting hurt?
  • I got 2 wrong this year and 3 wrong last year. I'm getting better

Friday, July 23, 2010

Retro Review: The Prestige (5 out of 5)

If I learned anything from my little feud with Sam Juliano it is that one should never simply state their opinion without being prepared to back it up and argue it to the death. The majority of my posts this week have been on Inception since it is the hot topic but I've also mentioned how I think Inception doesn't compare to Christopher Nolan's best work, of which one of those titles in The Prestige. So I've decided to post my review from so many years ago.

The Prestige is about rival magicians who try and steal each others best tricks. I’ve always said that the greatest of horror and suspense film function like a great magic act: they distract us with the left hand while performing the trick with the right. By having The Prestige be about actual magicians, we can actually see how the art of suspense is rarely ever more complicated than this.

There are three acts to every magic trick tells Cutter (Michael Caine), a man who designs them. The first is the pledge in which a magician selects an ordinary object such as a bird or a person. The second is the turn, in which the magician does something extraordinary with the ordinary object, and the third is the prestige, because making something disappear is not enough, you must wow the audience by bringing it back. This last one is an interesting process because it diverts from the trick itself, which a magician must never give away.

The point of the prestige, it would seem, is to wow the audience into thinking something has happened which has not; something slightly outside of human possibility. By nature, humans search for complexities which do not exist and thus magic will forever feel slightly removed from reality. This is why a magician must never reveal his secrets. Once we understand how simple the explanations of most tricks are, they become possible and thus human. As long as magicians, and films for that matter, are able to fool us into thinking that something beyond our human capability has happened, we are dazzled

The story itself is about two magicians played by Hugh Jackman and Christian Bale. After the wife of Angier (Jackman) drowns during a trick because of Borden (Bale), the two men separate. This creates a bitter rivalry as both magicians try to exact their revenge and become the best in England, even if it means stealing the others most prized tricks.

The Prestige is not so much a battle of wits as much as it is a fascinating portrait of two men who will make any sacrifice for a Darwinian order which doesn’t seem to exist. There is no such thing as survival of the fittest in magic because no matter how many variations different magicians do of the same trick, the prestige is always the same, which is that the pledge returns to its original state of normalcy. Therefore, it is not the trick which makes the best magician, but how well he performs it.

Borden’s best trick is named the Transported Man and features himself stepping into a box on one side of the stage and exiting from one on the opposite side. Angier, filled with obsession, wants desperately to recreate this trick but can’t quite figure out how. After using a double doesn’t quite work, he goes to extreme lengths that are so theoretically fascinating that I dare not say another word about the plot.

That The Prestige is also a fantastic noir picture on the surface almost undermines the films true intelligence. The truth about magic is that, outside of magicians who give away their tricks, there is no proof that magic does or does not exist, or at least that it isn’t possible. What happens if it is possible for magic to become real through scientific evolution? But what if there is no such thing as magic? What if there is no such thing as science? These are all questions that the film so magnificently raises which lead to a final scene that is so tricky, so mysterious, so thought provoking, and so true to the physical art of magic itself that I wish I could discuss it, as I’m sure many will want to immediately after seeing it.

Even though the film is structured more or less exactly like a magic trick with its twists and turns, and unreliable narrators narrating unreliable flashbacks, the true dramatic heart of the film lies in the obsession inherent in both of these men to become something beyond magic, beyond human possibility. The film was directed by Christopher Nolan who also directed Memento, a film much praised by everyone who is not me. Nolan, through his four other films has become a master of tone and mood, constantly fascinated by the noir hero. Like the best noir heroes, these are men caught in complex situations who dive so far past the brink of obsession that they are no longer able to decipher what is real and what is simply a trick of the mind. In this sense, magic is the best place for Nolan to be exploring these themes; a place in which men must make sacrifices to a point where reality and fiction begin to seem interchangeable.

It’s hard to talk about a film as rich and complex as this one, without giving too much away. I will leave you with a small anecdote though. Recently my roommate expressed dislike for The Prestige, claiming that its secret could be given away with one word. This might be true from a narrative standpoint, but the fact is that suspense works through a process of negation: the simpler the explanation, the more complex the plot seems. This concept is not far removed from magic itself. One of the many structural treasures of The Prestige is its ability to trick the audience into thinking that much more is at stake than there actually is…or is there? Is this not the very essence of a great magical act? Is this not the very essence of great suspense as well?

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Celebrities Behaving Badly

So apparently Mel Gibson is taking career advice from Sean Penn and Christian Bale. We've read the stories about how he said racist things and verbally abused his ex squeeze Oksana Grigorieva but now we finally have the audio. It's strange that a man who rose to stardom because of his natural likability and boyish charm could be so cold and oppressive to this woman. On the plus side, I really like at the end when he says she can stay in the house. He's not giving it to her, but she can stay. Way to be the bigger man Mel.


Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Celebrities Behaving Badly


There's no news or editorializing here. I just wanted to express how much I love it when celebrities are caught behaving badly. I loved Christian Bale's freak out on the set of Terminator Salvation, I loved David O. Russell throwing a spazz at Lilly Tomlin on the set of I Heart Huckabees or headbutting George Clooney on the set of Three Kings and Bill O'Riley losing it while filming Inside Edition still makes me laugh out loud every time.

However, there may be none more apologetic in their public displays of childish behaviour than Quentin Tarantino. From flipping off a booer at Cannes while accepting the Palm D'Or for Pulp Fiction, to insulting a reporter on TV who called Kill Bill senselessly violent and misogynistic, to spitting on someone on the Oscar red carpet in the 90s, Tarantino never seems to lose his class.

Here is one of my favourite videos of him, slapping a paparazzi in a Starbucks parking lot. This officially cements Tarantino as the hippest Hollywood bad boy to beat. I know it's an oldy, but it's still a goody. Enjoy.