Showing posts with label Neil Patrick Harris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Neil Patrick Harris. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

gone girl

I recently finished reading Gillian Flynn's Gone Girl. I wanted to read it before I saw the David Fincher film. In a way, I wish I had seen the film first, as the book was so fresh in my mind, and so riveting a read, that I may not have been as blown away by the movie as I could have been.

Gone Girl is structured as a "he said," "she said" novel. It would not be giving too much away to say that both the he and she in the book, husband Nick Dunne and his wife Amy Elliott-Dunne, are unreliable narrators. The fun and the dread of the experience of reading their story is guessing just how unreliable they are. Even when one has finished the book, and ostensibly all the secrets have been revealed, the reader may not be entirely sure just how much of what they have read really happened. That is what takes Gone Girl from just being a thriller or police procedural to a twisted look at modern life.

Rosamund Pike is stunning — and stuns — as Amy in Gone Girl

A lot of people who have read the book and have watched the film view Gone Girl as the ultimate take-down of marriage. It is true that Flynn, in the voice of both her narrators, shows how difficult it can be to sustain a relationship. There are passages when Amy especially voices a female frustration with what men want, and her needing to play a role, the "cool girl," to keep her husband happy, that should resonate with many women. But the sorts of lies and deceptions and masks that we wear are not just found in marriage, but in all aspects of our lives. Flynn and her characters just take things to extremes.

I expect that I will have to watch the film again, at a later date, when I have a bit more distance from the book, to truly appreciate what Fincher and Co. have done. But I will say that Rosamund Pike was sensational as Amy. She was as compelling as her alter-ego Amy and Amazing Amy (wink). Ben Affleck was good as Nick, although I found him to be a bit too world-weary all the way through, without the All-American naiveté that I might have expected, at least at the start of the story. Especially good was Kim Dickens as Detective Rhonda Boney and Carrie Coon as Nick's twin sister Go (short for Margo). Tyler Perry and Neil Patrick Harris were also good in smaller but pivotal roles. The only bum note was Emily Ratajkowski as Andie. Fincher and Flynn (who wrote the screenplay) chose to beef up the role of Boney, and play down the role of Andie, which both turned out to be excellent choices.

The women of Gone Girl, L-R: Kim Dickens, Rosamund Pike, Gillian Flynn, Carrie Coon, by Carolyn Cole, Los Angeles Times

Gone Girl the novel was also about writing — truth vs. fiction. We live in a world where that line is consistently blurred, from reality television to anything and everything we read online. Being writers, authors, is the meat and potatoes of the novel. Amy's parents are (once) successful authors of a children's book series, Amazing Amy, where they plundered their daughter's life for "teachable" content. Nick and Amy have both lost their jobs at New York magazines — Nick as a popular culture writer for a men's magazine, and Amy as a quiz writer for women's magazines. These authors have become obsolete, the content they used to provide easily available via the internet. Flynn would know all about this, as she was former television critic for Entertainment Weekly whose job was downsized in 2008. As their narratives unfold, Nick's seemingly in the present and Amy's in the past, via her diary, the reader can judge for themselves who is the better writer. And yes, it is a competition. And yes, it is Amy. Gone Girl is also a book, a mystery, that may benefit from a re-read, to see all the clues and signs one missed the first time around. I am definitely interested in reading whatever Flynn comes up with next.

Monday, August 01, 2011

blue man group

The Smurfs is far from the greatest movie out there, but it also is far from the worst. It was a lot of fun. I continue to find it perplexing why so-called professional reviewers insist on panning kiddie films for being juvenile or simply plotted. Duh. Roger Ebert, who I don't always agree with in his reviews, but still respect his opinions, just put out his "5 Worst Movies of the Year So Far List," and it only proves that maybe only people who actually attend a kid's movie with a kid should write a review.

The Smurfs take Manhattan:  (L-R) Clumsy, Grouchy, Papa Smurf, Smurfette, Gutsy and Brainy

3 of Ebert's bottom 5 are movies squarely aimed at younger folks, or at least the young at heart: Thor (which he just doesn't seem to be able to stop slamming, Mr. Popper's Penguins and the latest Pirates of the Caribbean movie. It seems a little unnecessarily spiteful of him to pick on these recent films when there was so much other dreck out there this year (The Green Hornet, No Strings Attached, Just Go With It, Mars Needs Moms, Beastly ...). Even putting together a "worst of" list, whether in July or at all, seems a bit much. But as far as kids movies go, kids don't want nuance. Not from Smurfs or pirates or penguins.

There's actually quite a lot of almost risque humor in The Smurfs that will sail over children's heads but give their parents or chaperones a few giggles. There was also a direct tribute to the little blue creatures' creator, which was nice — Peyo, the nom de plume of Belgian artist Pierre Culliford, who created "The Schtroumpfs" in 1958. We ended up at the 3D show, which I was initially not happy about. Like Ebert, I don't want to see murky, overpriced fare that doesn't really appear to be in three dimensions. But I wasn't going to make the kid wait an hour for the 2D showing, so in we went. The Smurfs is probably the first of any 3D movies that I have seen, among them the awful Alice in Wonderland, the IMAX 3D Deathly Hallows Part 1, and that recent Pirates of the Caribbean, which actually seemed to integrate the technology from the beginning of the movie until the end, rather than just inserting a few "in your face" moments to justify the higher ticket price. So I'm even glad we saw it in 3D.

Patrick (Neil Patrick Harris) entertains some unexpected house guests
The movie begins with a really nice hyper-colored segment set in Smurf Village, where everything is sunshiny until the evil wizard Gargamel (Hank Azaria) launches an attack which propels the plot and the movie's main Smurfs — Clumsy (Anton Yelchin), Gutsy (Alan Cumming), Grouchy (George Lopez), Smurfette (Katy Perry), Brainy (Fred Armisen), and Papa Smurf (Jonathan Winters) — to current day New York City, Central Park to be specific, with Gargamel and his naughty cat Azrael hot on their trail. Lucky for the Smurfs they end up at the apartment of Patrick Winslow (Neil Patrick Harris) and his wife Grace (Jayma Mays) and hijinks ensue. Any movie that utilizes the great Jonathan Winters is OK in my book.

There were annoying things. Because it's set in NY, someone putting the movie together seemed to have the feeling that it should be peppered with "real" New Yorkers, in tired and unnecessary cameos. So Tim Gunn, Liz Smith, Joan Rivers, and Michael Musto showed up for a scene or two, but why? A few older kids in the audience might recognize Papa Gunn from Project Runway, but seeing him in a Smurfs movie would just confuse them. As for the rest, if they are there for the adults — if anyone even recognizes them — I'm an ex-NYer, so I did, but I was hardly thrilled to do so — they would, like me, probably think, "Joan Rivers. Who cares?"

Besides the boring cameos, the dilemma of whether Harris would prove successful with his boss or his job was also a big yawn. Sofía Vergara, as Harris's obnoxious boss, started to have a subplot with Azaria that began and then disappeared. The Smurfs would have been a far better and tighter film if it had stayed squarely with Harris and Mays and the Smurfs, but just the briefest wisp of a script propels the main action, which centers on getting the Smurfs around New York, looking for a way back home, and getting Harris into trouble.

Azrael the cat and Gargamel (Hank Azaria)
But there were good things, too. Besides the undeniably cute rendered Smurfs, Neil Patrick Harris proved what an excellent physical comedian he is as he reacted to the tiny blue guys and one girl, who at one time even had him captured and trussed a la Gulliver. Hank Azaria went all out, chewing any scenery in sight. If there wasn't anything left to chew, he built new scenery and started gnawing on it. This might have been annoying for some, but I happen to love Azaria and whatever over-the-top accent he is currently plying. Gargamel's mostly-CGI kitty cat, Azrael, had my 7 year-old daughter giggling throughout.

The Smurfs is undeniably silly, and disappears from your mind pretty quickly after you leave the theater. But I don't usually have long recap discussions after taking the kid to a matinee. It's nigh near impossible to not hum the theme song as you're heading for the parking lot and fishing for the car keys, too (La, la, la, la la ...). I can't help myself, however, wanting to encourage my daughter to hone her own critical faculties, so I asked her on the way out, "So what was your favorite part?" Depending on what movie we've just seen her answer can range from "Everything!" to, in the case of The Smurfs, "When they stopped Gargamel's magic." Does Ebert know someone with a kid under 10 who could go with him to the movies? He might enjoy them more.
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