Showing posts with label Oprah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oprah. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

My Life in Movies Flashes Before My Eyes: Sex and the City: The Movie, 2008


And now for a fairy tale of a decidedly different sort. Once upon a time, there was a series called Sex and the City about a writer named Carrie played by Sarah Jessica Parker. She was clearly in love with Detective Logan from Law & Order played by Chris Noth, who for some reason went by the pseudonym Big. Instead of resolving this like adults, they screwed around with this for years, causing me a lot of angst while I was mesmerized by the fashion and Charlotte becoming Jewish and what was Samantha's deal? My suffering ended after six seasons and it resolved like this. Oh, Samantha is in the clip so there will be nudity/sex, I can't help that, it's the name of the show.


Can I just mention I screamed, "Who the hell is JOHN?!" at the TV when that cell phone thing happened. I nearly had a heart attack/And all was well in the world. And then they made a movie. And I was excited. And of course, I went to see it because I'm a sucker like that even though I knew in my heart if there was a movie, it meant Carrie would have found a way to screw this up again.


And she did. Sure, go for the giant wedding, scare the guy you spent six seasons trying to win over and don't listen to him when he tries to explain! And why does she hire Jennifer Hudson as her personal assistant? Jennifer Hudson just pisses me off, okay? She thinks she'd be famous without American Idol and she made OPRAH wait. Who makes OPRAH wait? Presidents show up on time for OPRAH. Anyway, it's a bad job interview, too, "I want to fall in love." Any other job they would not give you a callback. Other than that, I love this movie. It is a perfect movie for following up a TV show because let's face it those are usually lame. And I do love the ending, I just about cried, I'm getting verklempt now, even the song is good, but otherwise you piss me off Jennifer Hudson. All films should have an ending scene as perfect as the one in the diner. They should also have scenes where people try on really pretty clothes if at all possible.

And now let me briefly turn my attention to the pile of crap that was Sex and the City 2. I'll grant you there were funny parts. I don't know why we needed that wedding at the beginning, not that I ever understood why the whole Stanford and Anthony relationship anyway. The scene where Samantha wears the same dress as Miley Cyrus was funny. I like the scene where Miranda and Charlotte drink, but we didn't need to go to Dubai for that. We could have done that in New York and you know what else? We didn't need to see Aidan. Why did she kiss Aidan? What? Life would have been so much better with Aidan? I could have gone the rest of my life never seeing Aidan again, okay?

Team Aidan, Team Big? Theories on why Detective Logan never mentions his police work in front of Carrie? Why does he never use his chauffeured car to do police work? Does Jennifer Hudson piss you off? That's not just me, right? Why, God, why did they make the sequel? Let me know in the comments section.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

The Oprah Chronicles: Mahogany, 1975



So, on May 25, Oprah ended and it has left a gap in my life. Specifically, a gap at four in the afternoon. In her final season, Oprah did a series of reunion shows for the casts of movies that I've never seen. I meant to watch them before Oprah ended, but I didn't and it's probably due to all the other reasons I've given for being inconsistent before. This is the first one of those movies that I've managed to watch.


Mahogany stars Diana Ross as Tracy, a young woman living on the south side of Chicago, intent on following her dreams in the fashion industry. I know I just started, but a little non sequitur on Diana Ross, I am totally envious of her being comfortable with the giant hair thing, at least how she had it on Oprah. See, my mom has black hair and thus I have biracial hair that I have no idea what to do with and is out control most of the time, hence why my picture is a Mad Men avatar. I wish I could take my similarly large hair and just be like, "Yes, I meant to have it like this." I tried it once, it didn't work. so, Tracy meets Brian played by Billy Dee Williams, a local politician trying to make things better. This is the central conflict of the film: success for self or success for the sake of a cause. Tracy gets sidetracked when she meets fashion photographer, Sean, who figures out yes, Diana Ross is better looking than all of the other models in this movie, which my mom noted as we watched the film commenting that the models of the 1970s were good looking... by 1970s standards. Anyway, Sean whisks Tracy away to Rome where she finds fame and success as a model with the pseudonym, Mahogany. Tracy is frustrated by the inability to get her own designs out and the increasing weirdness of Sean, who I think is somehow closeted and sexually frustrated. I hope I got that right.

Anyway, Brian visits Tracy in Rome and finds the whole thing too weird and also can't escape the notion of his duty to make things better. As Tracy succumbs more to the temptations of life on Rome's fashion scene, she and Brian break up. Then things get weirder with Sean as he attempts to take pictures and drive what I think is a Ferrari Daytona. Yes, I watch too much Top Gear. It doesn't go well, I think you should have your hands on the steering wheel while you drive a Ferrari Daytona. Anyway, car crash, Sean's dead, Tracy's horribly injured and taken in by an Italian millionaire. This never happens to me when I get in a car crash, but then again he wants something else in exchange for making Tracy's dreams come true. Bad news is, though that living simply for herself has made Tracy into a major bitch and when she finally gets her success, she finds it hollow and returns back to Chicago and Brian and a finale that I'll grant you was pretty good even though I didn't find a lot of the film very moving. I'm so off put by 1970s cinema, the style just seems so foreign and this film is no different, with weird camera angles and these striking close ups that are just too intense for my tastes. Every time I watch a film from the 1970s, it's like people are telling me you had to be there to appreciate it. Okay, okay, fine.

And there's the song, which my mom decided to perform along with the movie. It was apparently performed by every middle school choir in the 1970s in addition to being Oscar nominated.


Anyway, what do you think? Did I have to be in the 1970s to appreciate it? What did you think of Mahogany? Does becoming a famous model automatically make you a bitch? What are you doing at four in the afternoon without Oprah?

Monday, March 7, 2011

The Paul Newman Retrospective: Another Brick In The Wall: Cat On A Hot Tin Roof, 1958


You have no idea how I have been dying to use that title! See it's a pun, right? And yet it actually kind of fits. Because this film is all about deciding if you should conform to what people expect from you. I'm not sure what Pink Floyd: The Wall is about.



Welcome to the fifth edition of the Paul Newman Retrospective. Today we'll be dealing with Cat On A Hot Tin Roof, the first film for which Paul Newman received an Academy Award Nomination and his first appearance in the world of Tennessee Williams with whom he was also friends. That does not mean Tennessee liked this film at all, in fact he told people not to see it. The obvious reason is that since his play dealt with homosexuality, most of that had to be done away with because of the Production Code and you've seen Mad Men, right? I think maybe he was too dismissive, though. Even though they had to take the homosexual storyline out (not like it's totally out, though, it does seem weird for a while that Brick is so hung up about this) they did leave us with a protagonist struggling to find any meaning in life that to him seems to be too often lived dishonestly.



The great dilemma in this film is that the part of Maggie The Cat is played by Elizabeth Taylor, who makes me want to spit blood. It's not even her fault, I think, I just usually don't like her, but I do like her in this performance. It's rendered all the more impressive by the fact that Elizabeth Taylor's husband, Mike Todd, died in a plane accident during filming. Her performance in this is so flawless in spite of that. Now, for you Hollywood history buffs, that was the catalyst of the Taylor-Fisher-Reynolds Affair, soon to be followed by the Taylor-Burton-Fisher Affair. I was watching Oprah with Debbie Reynolds and Carrie Fisher recently and it occurred to me that if I was Elizabeth Taylor and I was going to steal another woman's husband while I made this movie, I would make a play for Paul Newman and not Eddie Fisher. That would make much more sense. People would understand that. Anyway...

The supporting parts are filled out by Burl Ives as Big Daddy, who also sings "Holly Jolly Christmas." Big Mama played by Judith Anderson, Brick's brother Gooper played by Jack Carson (Where are these people getting these names?) and his wife, the perpetually procreating, Sister Woman, played by Madeleine Sherwood, who also appears in another Newman-Williams effort, Sweet Bird of Youth.

We start out in a scene on a high school athletic field where Brick attempts to jump the high hurdles while drunk and breaks his ankle. By the way, has anyone else noticed that the best Paul Newman movies seem to start with a long scene with Newman alone somewhere? Cool Hand Luke, this one, I know there are others. Next, we're back at the Pollitt family home where everyone has gathered to celebrate Big Daddy's birthday. Brick doesn't seem to care about the whole proceeding except where he's going to get his next drink from. Maggie laments the connivings of Gooper and Sister Woman to get their hands on the Pollitt fortune, Brick's lack of interest in it as well as the decline in their love life. Who can blame her, really? Anyway, Big Daddy comes home from a clinic thinking he has a bill of clean health. The family doctor informs Gooper and subsequently Brick that Big Daddy is going to die. Brick's instinct is to bail, which is symptomatic of his larger problem.

Much of the guts in this film derives from the confrontations between Brick and Big Daddy. Big Daddy wants Brick to inherit his empire, Brick doesn't want to. Big Daddy wants to know why Brick drinks and Brick doesn't want to talk about it. Most of it comes down to something called mendacity.



Big Daddy makes Maggie say what happened to Brick's friend, Skipper. It comes down to Brick failing his friend since it is clearly not what happened in the play and even I thought we were getting a little convoluted at this juncture. Big Daddy tries to get brick to face the truth about that and their confrontation leads to Brick spitting out to Big Daddy that he is going to die. It's the first time we see both of them exhibiting vulnerability. This becomes a turning point for father and son, as they're both forced to confront the truth about their lives. As this happens, Sister Woman and Gooper try to talk Big Mama into giving them control of Big Daddy's interests. Maggie stays in the fray there, fighting for position. Big Daddy and Brick come to a similar conclusion, that even if life is fraught with mendacity, it had better be lived than not. Big Daddy seemingly resolves to live out the rest of his days and Brick is going to stop using alcohol to hide from his problems. Meanwhile, Maggie says she is pregnant which is patently untrue, but it really pisses off Sister Woman, everyone else seems to know it's not true, but enters it in the "Who the hell cares?" column. This is ultimately what I like best about the film, we didn't quite get the happy ending, but we're happy enough, as happy as we can be.

What else about this film? It's beautifully shot, even if it's small. The whole thing takes period over a single night. I feel like we get a sense of the heat in the film, even though I can't put my finger on it. Also, this movie has the most monstrous collection of child actors ever and a great line about the Cotton Bowl that I couldn't quite work in here, so you will have to watch the movie. They were going to originally film it in black and white, since most films with an artistic bent were shot in black and white at the time, but director Richard Brooks decided that was crazy given Elizabeth Taylor's eyes and Paul Newman's eyes. Good call. It is obviously different than the play, but I don't think it suffers for it. You just have to look upon it as something separate. I think it becomes about something else, about facing life rather than isolating yourself from it.

So, does the Production Code suck? Would you have liked a real adaptation of Tennessee Williams' play better? Would you have gone for Eddie Fisher, too? If so, why? Will you listen to "Holly Jolly Christmas" differently next time? Do those kids in the meat grinder bother you too? Explain all in the comments section.