Friday, December 28, 2007

My Top 10 Movies of 2007

Following are my top 10 movies of 2007, in no particular order:
1. Michael Clayton
2. Ratatouille
3. Juno
4. Lars & the Real Girl
5. No Country for Old Men
6. Once
7. The Bourne Ultimatum
8. Hot Fuzz
9. The Hoax
10. Zodiac


Following are movies that didn't make my top 10 that I would still recommend, with reservations:
The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
Waitress
Hairspray
The Savages
Atonement
Sweeney Todd
Knocked Up
The Simpsons Movie
Superbad
The Lookout
The Host
Avenue Montaigne
The Dead Girl


Following are movies I can't recommend, because they either sucked or came close to sucking:
The Golden Compass
Before the Devil Knows You're Dead
Breach
Black Book
Live Free or Die Hard
Disturbia
Lucky You
You Kill Me
Mr. Brooks
3:10 to Yuma
300
Shrek 3
The Number 23 (the worst film I saw in 2007)


Following are some movies that didn't make my Top 10 list because I haven't seen them yet:
There Will Be Blood
Into the Wild
Charlie Wilson's War
The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
American Gangster
Gone Baby Gone
Rescue Dawn
The Wind That Shakes the Barley
Lust, Caution
The Mist
I Am Legend
The Kingdom
The Kite Runner
In the Valley of Elah
The Great Debaters
Spider Man 3
Pirates of the Caribbean 3
Harry Potter and the Thing of the Thing
The Transformers
Bee Movie
Across the Universe
Oceans Thirteen
The Darjeeling Limited
Dan in Real Life
Death at a Funeral
The Namesake

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

The Strike

Just a few things:

Thing #1
The producers and companies represented by the Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers (AMPTP) could easily give the Writers Guild of America (WGA) everything they are asking for, and still walk away with an obscene amount of money. So their reluctance to negotiate has nothing to do with money and everything to do with ego: "They want to strike? Let 'em. No union's going to tell us how to spend our money."

Thing #2
Everyone is calling this a Writers Strike. I see it as a Studio Heads and Media Moguls Strike. By refusing to negotiate further, by refusing to compromise and reach an agreement that would satisfy the WGA leadership, the studio heads and media moguls are condoning the work stoppage that is crippling the entertainment industry. For the pennies that the writers are asking for, the studio heads and media moguls are willing to fire hundreds, perhaps thousands of people. Those who have the power also bear the responsibility, and in this case, it's the studio heads and the media moguls, not the writers, who are responsible for the damage being done to the industry.

Thing #3
I think studio heads and media moguls still don't really understand what writers do. I think they still think writers just write the dialogue. Writers do so much more than that. Writers craft the stories--often out of thin air. Writers orchestrate the emotional highs and lows that keep viewers tuned in and drive audiences into the multiplex. Writers even sometimes "ideate" (to use an aptly corporate term) the amazing visuals that directors and actors and craftspeople realize. That amazing cut from the burning match to the desert sunrise in Lawrence of Arabia was not an invention concocted by the director, David Lean, but by the screenwriter, Robert Bolt. If special effects and production values were the only things that mattered in a film, Catwoman and Sky Captain would have been hits instead of flops. If stars were the ones that guarantee box office success, why didn't everyone flock to see Brad Pitt in The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford? And how do you explain the success of a Knocked Up (no major stars except for Katherine Heigl) or a Superbad (no major stars, period)?

In most cases, the success or failure of a film is tied to the success or failure of its screenplay. When an audience responds to a film--from the bawdiest Adam Sandler comedy to the most esoteric Paul Thomas Anderson drama--it's almost always the screenplay that they're responding to. But most people don't realize that because all they know is what they see (actors, special effects, cinematography) and hear (dialogue, music, sound effects).

There's a reason why actors are seen as "fleshing out" the characters that a writer has written. A film without a screenplay is like a human being without a skeleton.

And that's the point that seems to be overlooked in all this strike business:

Thing #4
Without writers, entertainment is a wisp, a mere shadow of what it could and should be. So why not just pay the damn writers? What smart businessman wouldn't want to invest in the people who make entertainment entertaining and hugely profitable? It's pennies on the dollar!

Pennies...

Into the Fray

"Because everyone else is doing it" is not always the best reason to get into something. Such logic has driven millions to corrupt their bodies with tobacco, alcohol, pot, crack, Botox, "the clear" and the macarena.

And yet here I am, dipping a timid toe into the murky waters of the Black Blogoon, daring to stir up whatever deformed, disfigured creatures lie beneath the surface (like this sentence, for instance).

Of course, I'm not really doing this out of peer pressure--God knows it'll take a hell of a lot more than a blog to make this author cool. I'm doing it more out of covetousness--hell, pure envy. Just as everyone and their second cousin in Los Angeles is writing a screenplay, everyone and their stepmother-in-law's dry cleaner who has an email account also seems to have a blog--so why not me? Why shouldn't I get to exhale the bitter fumes of my 21st century angst via my keyboard and DSL connection? Who says I can't mount my own virtual soapbox and hurl vitriolic verbal lances at the windmills of my choice! I have opinions, too, dammit, and one of them is that I should be airing my opinions--all of them--the brilliant ones and the stupid ones--to the wide wide world of Web!

And so, I conclude this entry by paraphrasing no less monumental a figure than Charles Foster Kane: "I think it would be fun to run a blog." Besides which, it's free, so I don't have to sacrifice a colossal media empire and my soul to do it.

Or, in the parlance of that other uniquely 21st-century mode of communication, the text message: WTF.