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17 January 2012

Movie Review: Dirty Girl

New on DVD today is the story of two troubled high school students, Dirty Girl, barely released in theaters by the Weinstein Company last year. An obese gay kid named Clarke (Jeremy Dozier in his movie debut) is tagged in a voiceover by the school’s tramp, Danielle (Juno Temple, Atonement). When they’re teamed in special education with a bag of flour for parenting class, their worlds collide, merge and challenge what they think it means to be young, independent and “dirty.” This low-budget film, written and directed by Abe Sylvia and picked up by Weinstein at the Toronto Film Festival, begins in Norman, Oklahoma, with broad comedy and Pat Benatar’s “Shadows of the Night”. It evolves into a poignant tale of friendship.

Dirty Girl is choppy at first, trying to bring everything together, with Clarke’s conservative parents (Dwight Yoakam and Mary Steenburgen) sending him to therapy and ready to dispatch him to military school and trailer park girl Danielle’s negligent mother (Milla Jovovich, Resident Evil) keeping secrets and ready to convert to Mormonism to snag a husband (William H. Macy, TV’s Shameless) who wants to adopt the teen-aged tramp. Danielle refuses, literally kicking and screaming, while Clarke’s gay porn literally gets him busted. Just as Danielle feels she’s being “starved into being Mormon,” Clarke makes a run for it. Before you can say Thelma and Louise, the unlikely duo become runaways for Fresno, California, in search of liberation by way of finding Danielle’s long-lost father (Tim McGraw).

They clash, live and learn and encounter a Westward-bound drifter (Nicholas D’Agosto) who offers a distraction from their stated goals, as Danielle puts it, culminating in a beautifully filmed striptease. With worried parents, Clarke’s obsession with singer Melissa Manchester (Jeff Toyne’s underlying orchestrations enhance the 80s’ pop songs) and that sack of flour cleverly serving both as Dirty Girl‘s Greek chorus and as a reminder of their mutual homework assignment, they become as liberated as they can handle and, of course, discover facts of life, particularly in an evocative sequence to the tune “Rainbird” in which both teen-agers face the reality of their parents’ choices. Jovovich and Steenburgen add depth and tenderness to their maternal roles and the cast, especially Temple, generally shines in this unusual, moving tale of friendship and self-realization. The ending is contrived, and it’s uneven here and there, but the better second half ties into a thoughtful, musically integrated theme that boys and girls ought to grow up on their own terms with parental guidance best focused on facts and fitness for life. As untamed in language (with full frontal nudity) as its title suggests, Dirty Girl is a bit raunchy. But like most of what people call “dirty”, it serves a joyful sense of play.

14 January 2012

Interview: Mary Steenburgen and Melissa Manchester

The unique experience of interviewing two of my favorite artists, Grammy-winning singer Melissa Manchester (“Don’t Cry Out Loud”) and Oscar-winning actress Mary Steenburgen (What’s Eating Gilbert Grape) about their collaboration in motion picture songwriting was an early Christmas present. The three of us talked about their mutual work and careers in a lively and earnest conversation. I can attest that the ladies, who let me address them informally, are as lovely as they seem on screen and on record. This is an edited transcript.

New York-born Manchester, daughter of a Metropolitan Opera Orchestra musician and clothing entrepreneur, has studied under Paul Simon, performed as a solo artist in Greenwich Village, played Carnegie Hall and headlined at Radio City Music Hall. Her hit singles include “Midnight Blue”, “Whenever I Call You Friend”, which she co-wrote with Kenny Loggins, “Through The Eyes Of Love” and “You Should Hear How She Talks About You.” In 2010, Ms. Manchester co-created and starred in the ballroom dance spectacular Fascinating Rhythms, and her song “I Know Who I Am” was recorded by Leona Lewis for Tyler Perry’s For Colored Girls.

Nine of her songs are highlighted in Dirty Girl, including the original theme song “Rainbird” which she recorded and co-wrote with the movie’s co-star, the widely known and popular Mary Steenburgen, most recently seen in The Help and The Proposal. Ms. Steenburgen (Philadelphia, Back to the Future III, Melvin and Howard, Life as a House) is represented by Universal Music and has been working as a songwriter for the last five years. Dirty Girl is the story of a reputedly “dirty” schoolgirl in an Oklahoma town, circa 1987, who is paired with someone who is secretly gay. Together, they flee to California, and discover each other and themselves. Though the Weinstein Company gave Dirty Girl a brief theatrical release last year, it’s available this Tuesday on DVD. The soundtrack is available on Lakeshore Records.

Scott Holleran: Had you known one another before your collaboration on “Rainbird” for Dirty Girl?

Mary Steenburgen: We had only just met shortly before Dirty Girl. We actually started with another song that had nothing to do with the movie, which didn’t exist yet. I completely idolized Melissa. She narrated many moments of my life—we actually even look a tiny bit alike—including this one day on a bus, when someone thought I was Melissa Manchester. So, everyone that knew me knew I adored her and that her music resonated with me. When I first found out that I might write with her, I was like a little kid. What was so strange about the movie was that she was already on my mind. I had made my list of what I needed to do. The script had been sent to me and I was a little behind in my reading. I started reading the script and it was like a love poem to Melissa—and I thought it was the most beautiful coincidence.

Scott Holleran: Melissa, are you part of the picture’s plot?

Melissa Manchester: Yes. It’s not a spoiler to say that—my work is sort of a muse for one of the characters.

Scott Holleran: Mary, were you moved by the script?

Mary Steenburgen: Yes, and while the press was just catching up with the issue of people being bullied for being gay, it resonated with me on many levels. It’s also funny and quirky and original. I loved the character I was playing.

Melissa Manchester: It’s about this lost young gay guy—[writer and director] Abe Sylvia refers to this film as a vulgar valentine—but it isn’t preachy.

Scott Holleran: The main character is a girl who’s perceived as dirty—?

Mary Steenburgen: —She’s the girl who’s got a bad reputation. Like many of those girls, she’s complicated. It doesn’t ruin anything to say they get thrown together in a parenting class. My character is married to a character played by Dwight Yoakam, with whom I worked in Four Christmases. We’re both terrible gigglers, so we enjoy working together.

Scott Holleran: Is it the girl’s story or the boy’s story?

Mary Steenburgen: It’s even-handed. To me, the film centers on both characters.

Scott Holleran: Melissa, what it means to be female and the art of being feminine is a career theme. Do you see your work as a journey of self-expression?

Melissa Manchester: Oh, yes. My job is totally about the art and craftsmanship of self-expression. I started writing and walking my track of being a singer-songwriter at the height of that [1970s self-help] movement. That’s what we did and I inadvertently became a passing communicator of the women’s [liberation] movement. The unexpected gift is that, when you perform, your work becomes the listener’s version. It’s always a gift.

Scott Holleran: Mary, different points in time are a recurrent theme in your career, from your first film, a Western, to Dirty Girl, which takes place in the 1980s, and the time travel movies. Does this contribute to the perception of you as a versatile actress with a timeless persona?

Mary Steenburgen: I don’t think about how people perceive me. I think it would confuse me and put a pressure on me that I don’t want to have. I’ve never had a game plan. I literally read the things that make me laugh or cry and, if it does, then I want to do that film. Or if [a script] intrigues me or makes me scared that means I will probably do it—it’s like what Melissa said about her music; the receiver takes the work and makes it their own. For every artist, you put your work out there and someone makes it their own. I recently had someone come up to me on a plane. She was a very conservative-looking woman who was a flight attendant and she asked if I would talk with her. She told me her brother was gay and, she said, ‘to be honest, we were not comfortable with that and we kind of banned him from my family—and he was banned from family gatherings and was no longer welcome.’ She said he later became diagnosed with AIDS. In its later stages, she said, he came to them and finally said, ‘I won’t bother you again, please just watch this movie, Philadelphia‘ [1993]. She said they did watch it. After they saw the movie, they saw how the family rallied behind the Tom Hanks character and the family did the same. She told me that it wouldn’t have happened without that movie.

Melissa Manchester: —that is a prime example of what art can do—

Mary Steenburgen: —I lost one of my best friends to AIDS two days before that movie. [Pauses]. Peter.

Scott Holleran: I’m sorry to hear that, Mary. [Pause]. Were you thinking about losing him when you delivered that powerful line, “God I hate this case”?

Mary Steenburgen: Yes. I had just lost him. I was such a wreck when I got there—I was overemoting in every scene and I was struggling so much. When we shot the first scene, I wasn’t good in it. By the time we got to that scene where [my attorney character is] holding the mirror up to [the AIDS patient’s Kaposi’s sarcoma] lesion, [director] Jonathan [Demme] said ‘I think we should add this line’. So, we did. [Pauses]. Philadelphia is really not about AIDS. It’s about justice.

Scott Holleran: It’s interesting and both the lawyer character in Philadelphia and the mother character in Dirty Girl play against the stereotype that the straight woman is the ally of the gay male—

Melissa Manchester: —Right. As with any fear that’s based on ignorance, any time we demonize others, we eventually become the others. The only way to bridge that gap is to humanize them. For example, I work with women in prison. They are largely there for having killed their abusers. When I work with them, the layers are peeled away to reveal their humanity. What’s there is the compassion.

Scott Holleran: What is the musical theme of Dirty Girl and does it match or complement the film’s dramatic theme?

Melissa Manchester: Abe Sylvia comes from the world of musical theater so he understands that, in the world of film, music is an afterthought—and there’s a sort of Greek chorus in Dirty Girl. It’s a whole other texture. It’s a story where music is integral.

Mary Steenburgen: To your question, I can talk about Melissa easier than she can. Just as her music was very personal to me, she is this boy’s muse but she’s kind of more than that. I recently read about this kid who wrote a letter to Lady Gaga about bullying. This boy’s world is not safe, so he related to Lady Gaga—I did this, too [as a youth], by the way, creating a magic world, only mine was in books—and this boy’s world [in Dirty Girl] is not safe and beautiful, so he appreciates beauty and drama and music. He finds all those things in the music of Melissa Manchester. So, his safe place is in his room, with his gigantic headphones, listening to her [songs] and trying to be [like] her and connect with her. In those moments, he can be fully alive. And that’s part of his connection to this girl. So Melissa’s music is the heart of the movie. When you get around to “Rainbird”, for me, it was almost as though Melissa Manchester was speaking in her beautiful, caring, all-knowing voice, saying that it gets better. That is what we are trying to say.

Melissa Manchester: In the end, the heart yearns for the resonance of melodies—it’s what stills that swirling anxiety—and then they can move mountains. Melodies can move kids away from that ledge. The currency of the song can be life-changing and that is no hooey. Mary’s performance occupies as small a space as possible. It left me breathless. The trajectory of her character, who finds her voice and finds a way out, is fantastic.

Scott Holleran: Do you appear in the film, Melissa?

Melissa Manchester: Yes. Mine is a sweet little cameo.

Mary Steenburgen: It’s a wonderful moment.

Scott Holleran: You have something else in common—you both worked on projects with Kelsey Grammer.

Mary Steenburgen: Well, I just did a voice for a call-in on one of the Frasier episodes. And of course [my husband] Ted [Danson] worked with him for so many years [on Cheers and Frasier].

Melissa Manchester: I had a spectacular time working with Kelsey on Sweeney Todd. It was unbelievable working with Stephen Sondheim, who was there, while I played Beggarwoman, so that was thrilling. Working with Kelsey was great but he was still filming Frasier, so it was a bit of a challenge. He is tremendously talented.

Scott Holleran: Mary, how was working with Lasse Hallstrom on What’s Eating Gilbert Grape?

Mary Steenburgen: I adored that experience. I would be an idiot to say that I didn’t enjoy spending a large part of my day kissing Johnny Depp and I was huge fan of Lasse’s since My Life as a Dog—and of [writer] Peter Hedges, whose book I had read. I wanted to play Betty Carver. I would love to work with Lasse again—he hasn’t asked me. It would be amazing.

Scott Holleran: As established artists, do either of you encounter sexism?

Mary Steenburgen: [after a long pause] Sure, though I feel very blessed and things are getting better. I love seeing so many women crew members. But I just saw some statistics on women writers, what women are paid and the number of women CEOs specific to [the entertainment] business and I was shocked at how far we have yet to come. When I started, sexual harassment wasn’t even discussed as a subject, so it has gotten better. I’m a proud feminist, but I don’t have a chip on my shoulder. If there’s anything that makes me sad, it’s that some women find the word feminist worrisome or objectionable. To me, it means that I want every woman—just as I want every man—to be the best they can be.

Melissa Manchester: I’m with Mary. There are more roadies that are women and life on the road is a very singular experience. There are certainly more bands made of women. The thing that saddens me is that there’s a sense of entitlement among some women and groups of artists.

Scott Holleran: Your collaboration for Dirty Girl is the bittersweet song, “Rainbird”, which combines a sense of melancholy with an upward arc. Any thoughts on the tune in the context of the motion picture?

Mary Steenburgen: I’ve written a number of songs and the experience of writing that song in particular had a sort of alchemy to it. I’m proud of what the song says as a song and in the movie.

Melissa Manchester: Me, too. I really appreciate that Abe got the point of the song for this moment in the movie—it’s a rare opportunity to be given a song to write after everything’s finished. This song is serving such a special purpose.

Scott Holleran: Why do you think Dirty Girl didn’t do well in theatrical release?

Melissa Manchester: I went with Abe on several [promotional press] junkets to gay pride [events] and people were screaming ‘I love this film!’—but in reviews it was just getting its heart broken. Critics didn’t seem to get it.

Mary Steenburgen: I don’t read reviews, with all due respect, and especially the good ones are bad for me. So I didn’t read a single review. I do know that the movie was very successful at the Toronto Film Festival, one of only two films that the Weinstein Company bought there—they currently have The Artist, The Iron Lady and My Week with Marilyn—and I don’t know if they eclipsed Dirty Girl. With some films, they get lost. Europeans tell me that they don’t know how Melvin and Howard [1980] was dumped for distribution and every time I go to Europe, people ask me why it was never released. They couldn’t figure out how to sell this movie that in their minds was about a loser. I think with this film that may have happened, too. I watched it with my family. They loved it.

Melissa Manchester: I watched it with my daughter. I know there’s always an astounding reaction to Dirty Girl. But, sometimes, it takes a whole lot of people to push something up the mountain.

13 January 2012

Movie Review: The Iron Lady

Concerned that hers would be a distorted, doddering depiction of Margaret Thatcher, the former Prime Minister of the United Kingdom (1979-1990), I was more or less dragged to see The Iron Lady and was pleasantly surprised by the movie, starring the overrated Meryl Streep (Doubt, Mamma Mia!), one of my least favorite actresses. The framing device, Thatcher’s delusional visits with her late husband, Denis (Jim Broadbent), provides a subtle focus on the price she paid for power and, while some may find it distracting, I found it interesting. The framing of this old former prime minister, holding on to her top value as a means of orienting herself to a harsh reality, deepens one’s understanding of what might motivate an intellectual woman to seek power over one of the West’s greatest countries.

In a culture that fetishizes powerful women instead of admiring them for themselves and their achievements, The Iron Lady stands out as a well-crafted tale of a woman who merely steps in to run things because no one else is really up to the job. Another forceful mind in history, Ayn Rand, once wrote unfavorably about the issue of a woman president and, seeing The Iron Lady, one is reminded why. Throughout modern history, from Catherine the Great to Israeli Prime Minister Golda Meir and former presidential candidate Hillary Clinton, the toll such power takes is clear and director Phyllida Lloyd (Mamma Mia!), with writer Abi Morgan, deftly suggests that what moves Margaret Thatcher is looking up to man, not looking down upon men.

Shuttling between certain episodes of Thatcher’s past and present (centered during the aftermath of the Islamist terrorist attack in London), which is often awkwardly activated, we see the young, middle class grocer’s daughter form her political philosophy early in life from gathering lessons based on talks and actions in abundant example by her father, an extraordinary man who taught young Margaret (Alexandra Roach) rational virtues such as pride and productiveness. With her daughter Carol (Olivia Colman) bearing indignities of her own from her mother’s harsh words, Thatcher trudges onward, gamely filling in gaps where strength and dignity are lacking in the world around her. In other words, like most strong women of the 20th century, she became the man in an era in which men were weak, indecisive and increasingly emasculated by feminism because, rather sadly, she had to.

Here is where Streep’s performance should have been brilliant and isn’t (and critics’ conventional wisdom that Streep is better than the movie has it backwards). The real Margaret Thatcher, by most accounts, possessed an undeniably fiery sexuality in her Parliament and Downing Street years, and none of that’s in evidence in Streep’s performance. Margaret Thatcher was womanly, in the best sense, during her stirring and passionate speeches, as if she was laughing or winking to the mostly foolish men that surrounded her and they were everywhere in politics (and still are, only more so). Streep’s Thatcher is more dowdy and plodding than womanly, though her best scenes involve striking recreations of Thatcher’s finest speeches, which resonate powerfully for their words and meaning, and one craves more because Thatcher, who was always better than Reagan, has wickedly been vindicated.

That fact, the rightness of her political philosophy of capitalism, is inescapable in its logic as dramatized in The Iron Lady and, while it’s not as neatly created and edited as The Queen, seeing Margaret Thatcher as she might have been in her prime is reason enough to see this movie. There are glaring omissions, such as her relationship with the British royal family, but seeing an intelligent woman take on the world in order to be both her best and live in a liberated world of her making is its own reward. In one scene during the controversy over the poll tax, Thatcher’s harsher side is exhibited when she dresses down one of her Tory leaders. She snaps and rips him and everyone realizes she’s gone too far. The unspoken thought is that everyone realizes she’s right. Margaret Thatcher, born in 1925 and still living in Britain, held to certain ideals like a steel claw. Whether taking on an American diplomat urging her toward appeasement during the initiation of force against Britain off the coast of South America, labor unions and socialists or Irish terrorists, Thatcher was an iron lady. The Iron Lady demonstrates why.

13 January 2012

Movie Review: Joyful Noise

The slow-moving gospel musical Joyful Noise agnostically alternates between the religious and the secular and winds up with something blessed with jubilation. Peppered with references to humility and greed, this family-themed musical story follows two Baptist churchgoing women suddenly abandoned by their men who must choose whether to suffer or live in the light. Rich grandmother G.G. (Dolly Parton, all bust, make-up and post-cosmetic operative) loses her husband (Kris Kristofferson), gains a wayward grandson (Jeremy Jordan) and faces off with her choir’s newly appointed director, nurse Vi Rose (Queen Latifah, Just Wright) as they head into national competition. Vi Rose has already lost her husband (Jesse L. Martin, Rent) to the Army and is trying to raise an autistic child (Dexter Darden) and a strong-minded daughter (Keke Palmer, Akeelah and the Bee).

Joyful Noise packs in both stories and songs, with subplots about independence and interracial romances, in this economically depressed Georgia town laced with lessons about faith, grief and pride. Ultimately singing praise to God with modern tunes by Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson, a country ballad by Parton and an old-fashioned Negro spiritual beautifully rendered by Latifah, who executive produced, the racially harmonious film wakes up in the last act when the church choir gets to the competition, no thanks to a conservative pastor (Courtney B. Vance). They compete against Our Lady of Perpetual Tears and others in a Glee-like climax that showcases everyone’s inner talent and a subplot wrap that’s sure to tick off feminists. Though it takes a while to come to life, and it’s a strictly superficial outing, Joyful Noise, composed by Mervyn Warren (Sister Act 2: Back in the Habit), makes you want to say “Amen!”

12 January 2012

Mississippi Forgiving

Take note, conservatives, anyone-but-Obama types and apologists for Republicans: the governor of Mississippi’s pardon of rapists and murderers is an example of the danger of mixing religion and government. That he pardoned over 200 prisoners, several of whom are on the lam now that a judge has issued an injunction against the inmates’ releases on the grounds that the pardons may have violated the state constitution by failing to give sufficient public notice that the convicts were seeking clemency, on his last day as governor is an act of cowardice.

The former governor, Haley Barbour, is the epitome of a fatcat. The longtime politician and former Republican National Committee chairman, who made a career of lobbying for political favors, is an anti-abortion conservative who condemned an American pastor’s burning of the Koran in Florida and his despicable pardons are an example of Christian forgiveness. One of the murderers Barbour pardoned is David Glenn Gatlin, who walked free after being convicted of murdering Tammy Gatlin in 1994 by shooting his wife in the head as she held their two-month-old child, and then turning the gun on a man named Randy Walker. Barbour’s turning the other cheek, which has within a lawful stroke of the pen endangered the lives of Mississippi residents, ought to remind voters that politicians who pledge to act like Christians in government and impose their faith-based beliefs in matters of state mean it.

So whether Ron Paul is promising to turn the other cheek from a nuclear Islamist Iran or Mitt Romney is pledging to help others with government intervention or Rick Santorum is demanding an end to homosexuality, abortion and contraception, it must be remembered that they aim to practice what they preach.

12 January 2012

Movie Review: New Year’s Eve

What Garry Marshall’s Valentine’s Day was to schmaltzy romance, his New Year’s Eve is to schmaltzy resolve. But this formulaic star vehicle isn’t awful, as most critics claim. It is almost as innocuously entertaining, if not as humorous or as well-integrated, as its predecessor. If you can stand the schmaltz, and most people I know can’t (I prefer schmaltz to sleaze), it’s a fine pick for DVD night (though I saw it in a theater). The main attraction is seeing the stars in their elements: Zac Efron (Charlie St. Cloud, High School Musical 3) charming, dancing and flirting with a nerd-woman played by Michelle Pfeiffer; Lea Michele (Glee) doing her glammed up ugly duckling opposite Ashton Kutcher’s cutesy, goofy guy; Hilary Swank (P.S. I Love You) pulling off an earnest and meaningful Times Square ball-drop and making every last moment matter.

Transitions and scenes are too fast and clipped, cliches are everywhere, and important action happens off-screen. Yet screenwriter Katherine Fugate (a full romanticist whom I once interviewed for her first picture, The Prince and Me) has talent and New Year’s Eve, which tracks to the time-sensitive countdown, a construct which is partly why it feels rushed, features poignant scenes and good writing. Besides the frivolous fun of seeing everyone (too many to mention) do their thing, from Modern Family‘s well endowed Sofia Vergara’s update on a Charo routine to Josh Duhamel’s dashing gentleman about town trying to make it into town, there’s the New York City setting, which looks great and works well.

So, despite the drawbacks, such as miscast Jon Bon Jovi, a climax-killing appearance by nanny state/Ground Zero Mosque Mayor Michael Bloomberg and mistaking an act of confidence for a “leap of faith”, New Year’s Eve contains comedy, resolve and a genuine respect for goal-oriented action and the virtue of productiveness. Everyone from artists, nurses and electricians to (ahem) rich businessmen who inherit their wealth and position, and single parents, expectant parents and other various traders and producers of wealth and value, gets their due. As in Valentine’s Day, so do those who serve our nation’s military and those who love them. All that plus beautiful women in stunning dresses and Halle Berry (Monster’s Ball) in the best performance, an all-star cast with good turns by Larry Miller as a tow-truck driver, Swank and Abigail Breslin (Little Miss Sunshine) as a teen-ager and an enunciated version of Auld Lang Syne as you’ve rarely heard it and New Year’s Eve has more than a few pops. There’s a place for light romantic schmaltzy comedy and I like this sort of thing done well, so I hope studios don’t give up on love and lightness in the new decade. Co-starring Katherine Heigl, Sarah Jessica Parker (Sex and the City), Robert DeNiro (Righteous Kill), Seth Meyers, Jessica Biel, with appearances by Carla Gugino, Penny Marshall (Laverne and Shirley), James Belushi, John Lithgow (Rise of the Planet of the Apes), Matthew Broderick, Common (Just Wright), Cary Elwes, Ludacris billed as Chris Bridges, and Alyssa Milano.

11 January 2012

Movie Review: Contraband

The tightly plotted Contraband holds interest throughout, pounding its twisting tale with fists, foul language and the terrible theme that the ends justify the means. Don’t look too closely or think too much if you are in the mood for an action thriller and you’ll appreciate seeing Mark Wahlberg (Boogie Nights) as a former smuggler gone legit who heads to Panama to score millions of dollars in counterfeit bills in order to protect his idiotic brother-in-law from a drug lord played by Giovanni Ribisi (Avatar), who hams it up with relish. No one is particuarly bright in this gangster film, which does take some interesting if totally stretched turns, but it quickens the pulse and keeps moving. Of course, the main characters become positively brilliant when the plot needs them to be, but most of the time the good guys and bad guys stick to the mediocre script, given life by an Icelandic director named Baltasar Kormakur. Wahlberg and Kate Beckinsale (Whiteout) play Mr. and Mrs. Farraday, who try to stay calm while he’s off cavorting in crime just this once and she stays under guard with the kids by his sidekick (Ben Foster, who specializes in these skinny neurotic types). Contraband keeps changing its payload, involving drugs, loot and, cued to its message that crime does pay, modern art which humorously passes for a blotchy old tarp. J.K. Simmons (Juno) as a freighter captain, Diego Luna (Milk) as Gonzalo the crime lord and Lukas Haas (Witness) as a newlywed round out the cast for a brisk, amoral game of gotcha.

9 January 2012

Presidential Politics 2012

On the eve of the New Hampshire primary, I must say that I find the current field of presidential candidates to be terribly depressing. We are stuck with an American president, Barack Obama, who is hastening the end of freedom in the United States of America. But the pathetic opposition is no real opposition. Besides the crazies and clowns who have already exited or not yet entered, including the dreadful Ms. Palin, Republicans are a bunch of dishonest looters and moochers, to paraphrase Ayn Rand from her novel Atlas Shrugged. They support the status quo; America’s rotting welfare state.

Mr. Gingrich is an infantile fraud, the only Speaker of the House to have been punished on ethical grounds. Archaic Mr. Santorum is an advocate of government based on faith, in other words theocracy, who would target gays, abortion and contraceptives. Whiny Dr. Paul is a Christian anarchist whose only coherent position is that he is maniacally willing to support nuclear weapons for Islamist Iran. Smug Mr. Huntsman worked for and praised President Obama. Befuddled Mr. Perry fumbles, fasts and prays and also seeks theocracy and laws against gays. Smarmy Mr. Romney enlisted the conservative Heritage Foundation and created the model for America’s first totalitarian health care system, ObamaCare. Cumulatively, the candidates are a reminder that America is careening toward the latter part of New Hampshire’s state motto and is probably doomed.

It is a new year, though, so I look to men such as the late new intellectual John David Lewis, a history professor whose writings and teachings and example are positively inspiring, new intellectual Robert Mayhew, a philosophy professor whose courses and books provide rich resources for future artists and scholars, new intellectual Shoshana Milgram, an English professor who is writing a biography of Ayn Rand, the new Ayn Rand Campus, premiering online tomorrow, where students will be able to pursue a course of self-study on Ayn Rand and her writings and ideas and some other individuals, above all Ayn Rand’s torchbearer, Leonard Peikoff, who recently wrote that he’s putting the finishing touches on his new book, The DIM Hypothesis. 2012′s politicians are a reason to fear the government and be depressed. 2012′s new and emergent intellectuals are a reason to fight for the future. Those who lie, cheat and loot deserve our scorn, but those who create deserve our enthusiastic support. Fight every dictate and directive and let us repeal their bad laws one by one, but don’t let the filthy politicians get you down. Let the few good, rational men lift you higher, spread reason and buy us more time.

6 January 2012

Movie Review: War Horse

Steven Spielberg’s War Horse is best as a war story, with the horse plot falling into the fantasy more than family genre. With a boy named Albert (Jeremy Irvine) and his horse named Joey at the center after a cliched, anti-capitalist set-up in which an evil businessman improbably plots to destroy an entire family and its farm, horse Joey is sold to the British cavalry and sent to the trenches of World War One. The rest of War Horse is a series of vignettes, much like the war stories of the classic animal adventure, Lassie Come Home, and most of them are thrilling, especially the first one, which should have lasted longer. With striking photography, brilliant transitions and some good writing, the tale of a horse during war (based on the stage play) holds promise, and it is good to see overrated Mr. Spielberg return to coherent cinematic adventures after a string of dismal pictures (The Terminal, Munich, War of the Worlds).

“It’s good to be proud when you’ve done something good,” Albert’s long-suffering mother (Emily Watson) tells him in one of the film’s best lines. And the boy, who of course becomes a man, has accomplished quite a bit by the time Joey is on his way to fight the Germans. But with a drunken, Boer Wars veteran father (Peter Mullan) who spends money he doesn’t have and a sadistic property owner who’s simply a straw man to hackneyed save-the-farm fare, Albert’s story lacks sympathy and substance. One’s first emotional investment comes after the start of the horrific waste of life known as the first world war. Joey, a strong, beautiful thoroughbred whose time with Albert may save his life, knows his limits and, as the epic turns toward the French and the Germans, and with Steven Schindler’s List Spielberg at the helm there are rarely any bad Germans, only bad businessmen, his horsepower is tested to a devastatingly graphic extent. War Horse is not for the squeamish, and viewers should know that there are scenes of brutality against animals, though they may be computer-generated.

Much of War Horse is stunning to watch, and its scenes of boys and men at war are particularly affecting, with great performances by Benedict Cumberbatch and Tom Hiddleston as British cavalry officers. A story about an old Frenchman and his granddaughter is also involving, though it wraps too neatly and loops back into other storylines that are too pat. While several themes resonate, the script is uneven and the director is intent on expressing pacifism at the expense of plot development. The result is that when the climax comes, it is simply fantastic and the epilogue falls flat. But War Horse contains strokes of larger-than-life romanticist moviemaking and on balance it is superior to Mr. Spielberg’s last several movies combined. As Emily Watson’s mother says, “I might hate you more, but I’ll never love you less.” Though instilled with his usual blend of faith, horror and good Germans, certain scenes ride with grace and grandeur as only Steven Spielberg can render them.

4 January 2012

John Lewis

Professor John Lewis died yesterday after waging an heroic battle against cancer. I already miss his encouragement, partnership and friendship. Seven years hardly seems like enough time to learn from him, trade with him and laugh and celebrate with him and his equally amazing wife, Casey. Leonard Peikoff, who posted the kindest statement about Dr. Lewis on Facebook, rightly recognized today that John Lewis embodied Ayn Rand’s “benevolent universe” premise, which I know to be true firsthand. He was brave, bold and unconquerable. He was also insightful, disciplined and accessible, showing everyone how to live sumptuously, savoring every moment. He had been a businessman before he became a college professor, which I think may be why he did not act as though he lived in an ivory tower. When I attended my first Objectivist conference in New York City during the 1980s, I encountered students and faculty who were uptight and unfriendly. Not welcoming John Lewis, who waved you over, looked you in the eye, smiled and said ‘good morning’ and meant it. He was deep and serious and he knew that Objectivism is a philosophy for living on earth. So, he called on my birthday and congratulated my achievements and we shared our accomplishments with enthusiasm. I first requested an interview with him about Alexander the Great in 2004 for a series of articles for a movie Web site and I wasn’t at all sure he’d say yes. But he did. I’ll try to find those pieces and post them. In the meantime, here is my interview with him from last year, posted before the 10th year since the 9/11 Islamist attack on America. I am still mourning and sifting through my thoughts about the loss. But I know cheerful John Lewis, whose outstanding scholarship includes stern, passionate warnings and lessons, fought tenaciously for the future and lived a happy life.