Showing posts with label Michael Haneke. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michael Haneke. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 04, 2013

OVP: Director (2012)

OVP: Best Director (2012)

The Nominees Were...


Michael Haneke, Amour
Ang Lee, Life of Pi
David O. Russell, Silver Linings Playbook
Steven Spielberg, Lincoln

My Thoughts: The five men that make up this race include a two-time Best Director winner, another two-time Best Director winner, the current go-to director for the Academy, a relative newcomer out of nowhere, and a Cannes-endorsed titan of cinema.  And, lest we forget, the list doesn't include the first woman to ever win Best Director, the guy who picked up this trophy the year after her, a two-time Oscar winner with international name recognition, and the helmer of the Best Picture.

The Best Director race of 2012 will long be remembered as much for the fact that Ben Affleck, Kathryn Bigelow, Quentin Tarantino, and Tom Hooper didn't make it as for who did.  It's easy to see all four of those directors making the lineup and displacing all but Spielberg, and it seems an equally plausible list (perhaps even more of a plausible list, considering the category's penchant for rewarding past winners).

But this is the list we got, and I'm not necessarily saying it's the poorer one.  We'll start with the man who couldn't have been removed, Steven Spielberg.  Though Spielberg has been cut oddly for other races, it's impossible to imagine him missing for his latest magnum opus, his first serious threat in the Oscar race since Saving Private Ryan.  Spielberg's work in the film is, like I've said before, occasionally sturdy, but the film suffers from a lack of distinction.  The movie, and Spielberg's work, is handsome, but hardly interesting.  I'd wager that a director that was a little bit newer to the field may have made some more risks, which could have gone either way, but it would have given us something new to say about this major historical figure.  Instead, we're left with a textbook, a well-written one, but still a textbook.

Ang Lee is also a director that has made more adventurous films than the one he was cited for this year.  Like Spielberg, Lee is too talented to make a film that is poor.  Life of Pi is visually beautiful, a cornucopia of lovely frames and grand visual effects.  These are important items in the pro-column for the director, and are worth noting.  However, the film doesn't have the script and the character development to create a great narrative, and that's what a strong director, the Best Director, at least, has to do.  I will say that in both Lee's and Spielberg's cases, I give them significantly higher points than I will for their Best Picture race, as the faults are less on the direction and more on the script for Pi and the editors of Lincoln, but they still didn't fix matters.

Michael Haneke's films have a distinct focus to them.  He rarely gives you all of the cards that he's about to play-think of the stunning twist toward the end of Cache or the maddening effects of The White Ribbon.  I've stated that his Amour is his most traditional, but you do occasionally see those touches peaking out-the climactic scene with the pillow, the almost horror film moment toward the end of the film with Isabelle Huppert ("you're next").  These are great, pin drop worthy scenes in Haneke's movie, and the stuff that got people to call it a masterpiece.

But the rest of the film is too dry for my liking, and I think that, while saddled with a tough subject, Haneke doesn't do enough to guide the story.  He doesn't give hope before crushing it, he doesn't subscribe strongly enough to the claustrophobia of what Anne is going through.  It's a strong piece of work, but it's not a masterwork (to be fair, none of the nominees in this lineup hit that height).  It's not Oscar-winning, at least not when I'm giving out the trophies.

Benh Zeitlin is the least known of these directors and it shows.  His film takes the most risks, and for the most part they pay off.  Hiring Wallis is probably enough to warrant the Oscar nomination to begin with, as she owns his movie.  The smart way that he focuses so clearly on Hushpuppy in the early scenes, the scenes before the Bathtub starts to go under water-it's a strategic move.  We can't focus solely on her for the rest of the movie, as we're going to be distracted by the world around her, so his establishment of her actions, her inner narrative keeps his film strong even as we get to more heavy-handed scenes (I've said it before, and will say it again, but I just don't think Dwight Henry was the right choice for that part).  Zeitlin also has a sense of wonder, of play with his camera (something that reminded me a bit of a young Steven Spielberg)-the blurred lines between imaginary and real, not too many directors could introduce those without codifying for the audience, but Zeitlin's movie is so magical and fresh, it doesn't seem to matter.

Finally, we have the film that I've been perhaps the harshest on (between it and Life of Pi): David O. Russell and his Silver Linings Playbook.  I've maintained for most of the plot and structural nominations for the film that it does itself a giant disservice by not subscribing to either being a mental health dramedy or a romantic comedy.  I remember thinking how wonderful the film had been up until the point where Tiffany and Pat start dancing together, a moment so obviously should have been the "high point" of the movie, but the way that he disregards almost all of their character traits as quirks rather than true illnesses-it felt offensive.  Russell, as writer and director, deserves the brunt of that blame.

Other Precursor Contenders: The Oscars filled their dance card with a number of surprises, so our precursors feature a host of names that we didn't see at the Dolby.  At the Globes, only Lee and Spielberg stayed in the lineup, with Ben Affleck, Kathryn Bigelow, and Quentin Tarantino also getting nominated (the HFPA likes their celebrities, and Affleck winning proved that point).  The BAFTA Awards skipped Zeitlin, Russell, and most stunningly, Spielberg, leaving only Haneke and Lee to take on Affleck (the eventual winner), Tarantino, and Bigelow.  Finally, the DGA Awards gave nominations to Lee and Spielberg, but found room for Hooper, Affleck, and Bigelow (Affleck, keeping with the streak, won here as well).
Films I Would Have Nominated: I could go through some of the also-rans I just listed, but even though they missed out on the Oscars, they clearly got well-rewarded throughout the season (most moviemakers would kill for a Guild or Globe nod just as much as one from Oscar).  Instead I want to highlight two names that deserved inclusion but never made it into the running: Steven Soderbergh and Paul Thomas Anderson.  Soderbergh makes sharp, quick decisions with Magic Mike, never getting too sentimental or comical (most movies find naked men hi-larious for some reason).  Anderson takes a duet between two men and does something most directors wouldn't dare-he creates something epic, something sprawling and vast and not at all easy.  Both of these men are better than the eventual nominees or any of the people I just listed in the precursors.
Oscar’s Choice: In one of the most riveting races in recent Academy history, the Oscars didn't get the chance to honor the frontrunner (Affleck), so it came down to Lee, Spielberg, and probably Haneke, with Lee emerging victorious as something of a compromise with the pro-Affleck crowd, who turned steadily against Spielberg.
My Choice: A close call between Lee, Spielberg, and Zeitlin, but I'm going to go with the riskiest movie here and reward Zeitlin with the victory.  I'd follow it with Spielberg, Lee, Haneke, and finally Russell.

One more to go and then we bid adieu to 2012.  In the meantime, let's discuss the strange race that was last year's Best Director lineup.  Do you think that Affleck (or Bigelow or Tarantino or Hooper) deserved inclusion?  Did the Academy make the right decision with Lee or should they have gone with one of the others (perhaps giving Haneke an historic victory)?  And who was the Best Director of 2012?


Past Best Director Contests: 20102011

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

OVP: Original Screenplay (2012)

OVP: Best Original Screenplay (2012)

The Nominees Were...


Michael Haneke, Amour
Quentin Tarantino, Django Unchained
John Gatins, Flight
Wes Anderson and Roman Coppola, Moonrise Kingdom
Mark Boal, Zero Dark Thirty

My Thoughts: The Original Screenplay category is generally my favorite of the two writing categories.  I usually love a good story, and in a time where every major film is a remake or sequel and every musical on Broadway is based on a movie, it’s nice to know that there’s still a category that celebrates the unique.

Perhaps the most “original,” at least in the sense of what people usually associate with the word, is the work of Wes Anderson and Roman Coppola in Moonrise Kingdom.  The film has a color palette all its own (or at least all Wes Anderson’s), with two great lead characters, and a plot that sings in the film’s first half.  I was deeply pleased with Suzy and Sam, the way that they don’t seem to fit in with anything except for each other, and while Anderson has some plotting issues (his film never really expands properly when it comes to, say, Frances McDormand’s plotline and marital troubles), and it becomes too predictable in the second half, it’s still a fun and enjoyable slice of cinema.

Flight was the other non-Best Picture to make the list (with the ten slots in Screenplay and the seemingly nine slots in Best Picture, the vast majority of Best Picture nominees are destined to get cited for writing with the new system), and did so as a relative surprise (I was figuring that Paul Thomas Anderson would manage to score a nomination for his film).  John Gatins’ script is the weakest of the five cited here primarily because I had so much trouble buying Denzel’s character arch.  The film is so intent on showing the rip that comes through someone when they are an addict, and they do definitely illustrate that point, but there isn’t enough of a push of character to make his final act, when he is so close to the finish line and decides to give up, believable.  I think one of the biggest issues with a screenplay is if the arches and plots of the film don’t seem authentic in the end, and I have to subtract points for Gatins’ work-I never found his main character, and his writing, to be true-to-each-other.

Mark Boal’s script is deceptively simple, much like his work in The Hurt Locker (a film I never cared for quite as much as the haunting descent of Zero Dark Thirty).  The film is so completely focused on Maya, and stays that way for almost the entire film (I want to say the Camp Chapman bombings and the successful assassination were the only two scenes that weren’t pulling her as focus).  This is a very deliberate decision, one that could have been unsuccessful, but Boal’s script trusts Chastain to guide us through this woman, to give just enough for us to identify her humanity, but not too much to make us start to relate to her.  His story works so well because he makes her almost another species-someone that we recognize as our own, but who is distant in her motives and in her persona.  This tale, where the ending is a given, works because it gives us a look into a world that we have only imagined from opened FBI files and spy films.

The old age tale in Amour is also very simple, and as you may remember, though I wasn’t sold on the “masterpiece” angle that so many were shouting, I still thought the film to be well-plotted and finely written.  The movie’s directness helps the audience to feel the pain-only in the penultimate scene, when death has enveloped the whole movie, are we given a moment of the woman we saw so briefly in the opening scenes.  Instead, through Haneke’s script, we never get to turn back-to have a pleasant moment the woman deteriorating in-front-of-our-eyes.  That’s a bold, interesting way to handle the movie (since it so frighteningly mirrors the one-way street of life), and one that deserves massive kudos.

Finally, we have the wild cowboy himself, Quentin Tarantino, the man trying increasingly to skewer every genre with his epic sense of blood, guts, and shocking the audience (here's hoping the next will be the romantic comedy!).  Django doesn’t succeed in the same way that Pulp Fiction, Kill Bill, or Inglourious Basterds does, primarily because the script isn’t tight enough (we still miss you, Sally Menke), suffering from too many extended scenes in the center of the film, and the final bloodbath doesn’t work well.  But what Tarantino loses in his plot, he always makes up for in dialogue.  His films are filled with cutting, snap-crackle banter, and the one-liners, particularly from DiCaprio, make up for the bloated scenes that were added to make the film an “epic.”

Other Precursor Contenders: As I mentioned below, the Globes combine their Screenplays, so only Django (which won) and ZDT managed to be included in the lineup.  At the BAFTA Awards, they do separate between Original and Adapted Screenplay, and so we had only one difference between the Oscar lineup and the Brits: Flight (a fairly American film to begin with) was ousted in favor of Paul Thomas Anderson’s The Master (Django picked up the win again).  At the WGA Awards, The Master also made it, but this time it was in place of Django (the WGA has weird rules which almost assuredly precluded Oscar’s frontrunner from making the cut).  In addition, Looper (a film I couldn’t stand) also got cut, taking the place of Amour (Mark Boal won the trophy).
Films I Would Have Nominated: I may not have included any of these, if we’re being honest.  At the very least, three would easily be gone, as I would have found room for Paul Thomas Anderson’s The Master (obviously in sixth place, and far worthier than any film that got included), as well as Joss Whedon’s sharp, sadistic The Cabin in the Woods (which would have come close to winning my personal Oscar, were it not for The Master), and finally Reid Carolin’s observant, brilliantly-paced Magic Mike.
Oscar’s Choice: AMPAS loves to crown someone who has won every other precursor, so Quentin Tarantino rather effortlessly picked up his second Oscar over Mark Boal and Michel Haneke.
My Choice: Writing this, it made me really consider a couple of avenues (I hadn’t decided whom I was going with until I started typing).  Flight is clearly in fifth place, and I think that Moonrise Kingdom is probably in fourth.  That leaves the three Best Picture nominees, and I wrote the word “bloated” too many times with Django to not give it a bronze.  For the trophy, therefore, I’m going to go with Mark Boal slightly over Michele Haneke, using the fact that I thought ZDT was the better film as my tiebreaker.

We head into the acting races later this week, but let’s give the writers their due.  Were you endorsing the Django stampede in the precursors and the Dolby, or did you lean toward Seal Teams, picturesque islands, drunken flights, or French retirement?  Why do you think that Tarantino had it so easy in his work at winning the Oscar (considering ZDT and Amour were surely ahead of him in the Best Picture race)?  And overall, what was your best original screenplay of 2012?

Past Best Adapted Screenplay Contests: 20102011

Sunday, January 20, 2013

OVP: Amour (2012)

Film: Amour (2012)
Stars: Jean-Louis Trintignant, Emmanuelle Riva, Isabelle Huppert, Alexandre Tharaud
Director: Michael Haneke
Oscar History: 5 nominations, 1 win (Best Picture, Director, Actress-Emmanuelle Riva, Original Screenplay, and Foreign Language Film-Austria*); the film also received the Palme d'Or
Snap Judgment Ranking: 3/5 stars

The films of Michael Haneke astonish me.  His movies are beautiful, odd, depressing poems about life. The White Ribbon and Cache rank amongst the very best films of their respective years, and at some point in my life, I hope to see all of his work (though the two Funny Games both have me a bit nervous to be watching in my apartment-the lights may have to be on for those).  That said, I had heard that this film was very against type, and it certainly is-while there are still the occasional psychological touches of Haneke, this is easily his most relatable film I've seen, and while that makes for a beautiful ode, it left me a little sad (well, a lot of literal sad, but sad in a cinematic expectations game) when I left, hoping that I'd gotten a biting treat instead of a softer tale.

(I consider all moments of a film a spoiler, as I love a surprise, so proceed with caution as I'm tackling everything) The film is the story of Anne (Riva) and Georges (Trintignant), a somewhat affluent (at least as evidenced by their digs) couple that are in the twilight of their lives, and after establishing their lovely relationship with each other (that beautiful portrait of eating delicious food, music, books, and going out for concerts and the theater we all dream of our retirement looking like), we see that Anne has had a stroke, and after a botched operation that leaves her right side completely paralyzed, we see Georges having to take care of her.

At first, Anne's pain is more about the emotional change in her life-her mind is still relatively sharp, and while she hates the direction her life is taking, she tries to make the best of it.  However, as the film slowly goes by, we see that she loathes the pity that everyone seems to lob at her (we get the sense from the film that she was a woman of some accomplishment, and being put into a state where she can no longer care for herself is making her incredibly depressed).  There's a scene, rather early in the film, all-things-considered, where her husband is away and leaving her alone, and she attempts to commit suicide by jumping out the window.

From this moment, she gets worse and worse, and we see her having to rely almost totally on her husband to get her anything she needs, to comb her hair, to help her go to the bathroom, and to eventually change her diapers.  Her second stroke causes her to be almost totally incapacitated, randomly shouting words and not being at all able to communicate with her husband or daughter, and not wanting to be seen by anyone.

The film tackles these issues with straight-forward realism.  We see Georges, so in love with this woman, easily willing to change his entire life to care for her, to love her, and becoming visibly upset when she resists or wants to throw in the towel.  Even in her advanced state, he still finds (or claims to find) some sort of calm in their relationship.  Isabelle Huppert's turn as their daughter is equally telling-look at the way she keeps talking to her mother as if nothing has happened, and the frustration she feels knowing there is nothing she can do, and more to the point, nothing she can do from seeing herself as another likely victim of this situation.  Old age is hard, and it's something that if we live long enough, we all must endure, and seeing a parent, someone you have relied upon for love and comfort (indeed, in the case of Huppert's character, perhaps the only people that have ever truly loved her) slip away from you is dreadful, and while the film sort of sidelines her character, it's an interesting concept for a different movie.

The film takes itself to the dark places that Haneke always wants to address, and in one of the rare Haneke-laden moments, toward the end of the film, double spoiler alert we see Georges, so upset by  his wife's constant struggles and pain, smother her with a pillow to put her out of her misery.  It's a testament to the film we have seen before this that we do not spite or hate him for this act of mercy, but merely mourn with him the loss of his wife.

The movie moves along a bit after this, with Georges sort of deciding what to do next-writing letters, taping the door to his wife's room shut, and slowly, we are given the impression that Georges has died too, as his wife appears to have returned and is in the kitchen, washing dishes.  They go out, and the film ends with Huppert, walking alone through an empty apartment.

The film's leads, legends of cinema both (The Conformist and Hiroshima, Mon Amour, anyone?) are both equally strong in their starring roles.  While Riva has gotten all of the buzz throughout the year, her screen partner is equally as affecting (though he doesn't get the grand acting moments of playing declining health that Riva does).  Riva, who is now the oldest woman to ever be nominated for Best Actress, and could soon be the oldest winner ever at the Oscars, is very affecting, and may be the surprise winner on Oscar night, if the Chastain vs. Lawrence race turns into an Adrien Brody situation.

All-in-all, though I was a little disappointed I didn't get a mind-bender like Cache, the film definitely revisits well upon review, and though it's a far-from-pleasant film, it's a solid experiment from a director who has given us much through the years in way of filmic entertainment.