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Blade Runner's influence on modern cinema is incalculable. The look, a mix of futuristic tech and classic noir, has become a touchstone for most science fiction productions. Ridley Scott's attention to detail has never been more apparent than it is here. Even things you would never in a million years would see in the frame were made up and included, just to give an extra level of reality to the piece.

On a technical level, the craft is impeccable. The opening shot, dubbed "the Hades Landscape" by the crew, is a visual marvel: a breathtaking cityscape, with miles of industrial waste vents, spewing flame and smoke, fills your vision. Jordan Cronenweth's cinematography was the best work he ever did, and he was highly regarded by his peers and enthusiasts alike. The contrast of light and shadow is astounding. Cronenweth wasn't afraid to let parts of the frame linger off to black, nor was he worried about having sources for all of his light. Thus we get these gorgeous shots where a beam of light will simply glide across the background of the scene, despite no obvious item in the frame creating that beam. And we never question it. Cronenweth took Ridley Scott's world of detail and turned it into a place with mystique and personality, and it's one of the most masterful pallets in all of cinema.

Perhaps the greatest achievement in Blade Runner is that even with all the visual spectacle, all the focus on the smallest physical details, the emotional backbone of the piece never got lost. In this film, Deckard is the antagonist. Roy Batty and his compatriots have returned to Earth in an attempt to discover a way to extend their four year life span. Deckard's experiences hunting down the Replicants makes him remember his own lost humanity (one of the many reasons why it makes no sense for Deckard himself to be a Replicant, no matter what Ridley Scott says), but that doesn't make his hunt any more noble. When he kills Zhora, you can feel the pain of her ignoble death. All the characters, even minor ones like Gaff, have deep interior lives. Like the visual details, we may not see all of them, but intrinsically we know that they are there, and it adds more depth to the picture, which the audience can feel. While the visuals may draw us in, it's the emotional core that keeps us there and brings us back.

"Blade Runner: The Final Cut" stands as the ultimate representation of Ridley Scott's vision. It's not terribly different from the previously released Director's Cut, as it has neither the narration nor the happy ending. It included the unicorn sequence, which is slightly longer. Some scenes have been shortened for pacing purposes. Shots from the Workprint have been added in, most notably the hockey mask dancing girls. Small snafus, such as wires attached to the Spinners, have been cleared away for this release. Larger mistakes have also been corrected. In all the previous versions (except the Workprint), Bryant gives an incorrect number of escaped Replicants, due to a scene written with a fifth Replicant that was never shot. That has been fixed, along with the obvious Joanna Cassidy stunt double. The sequence where Deckard questions Abdul Ben-Hassan has been fixed so the dialogue matches the lip movements. And the shot where the dove flies away from Batty has been completely redone to keep the visuals of the film consistent. Most of these changes are subtle, thankfully, not drawing attention to themselves or distracting the audience. The cumulative effect, however, is enormous. The world feels more immersive, the emotional impact more powerful. It took 25 years, but now we finally get Blade Runner the way Ridley Scott always wanted. But part of me will always miss the clunky narration.

Some Men Just Want to See the World Burn

The Dark Knight set numerous box office records and has been pretty much universally praised as not only a great super hero movie but one of best films of  2009. In my opinion it was one of the best films of the year and here are a few reasons why.

Some have pointed to the death of Heath Ledger and the fact that this is his final, complete role as a big factor in the Dark Knight's immediate success. While that is certainly a factor in compelling moviegoers to the theaters, I believe it's overplayed as a factor in the overall quality of the film. Yes, Ledger does an amazing job as Batman's greatest foe, playing him as an uncontrollable schizophrenic force of nature - think an amalgamation of Al-Qaeda and Hurricane Katrina, unpredictable, untamable and unstoppable - and it will go down as his final masterpiece. I will admit there is very dark curiosity but the true strength in this film goes beyond any one performance or great performances (and the film has numerous strong turns).

The true strength of The Dark Knight, in my opinion, is the courage of director and screenwriter Christopher Nolan (and co-writer Jonathan Nolan) to treat the Batman mythos once again as adult content, not throwaway cartoon fodder. While Marvel Comics have been successful translating Iron Man and the Incredible Hulk to the screen this summer by creating a shared universe that is equally smart and vibrant, you always felt like you were looking in on this comic book world. You know the good guys are going to win in the end and no one is going to die on the hero's watch. You know there's going to be a happy ending when the film finishes.

The Dark Knight's Gotham City, in comparison, is closer to the real world. It's one step removed from gritty crime dramas like The Departed or Heat with nods to The Untouchables. Nolan has the balls to allow there to be casualties of war in Gotham's battle to bring the Joker to justice. There is a sense of danger throughout the entire film as some supporting characters are killed to get across that the threat is very, very real. In fact after one death the Dark Knight explodes onto an entirely new level unseen by any comic book adaptation. It's as if two films are playing back to back in one marathon two and a half hour viewing.

The Dark Knight is not about a guy dressing as a bat to bring criminals to justice. It's about the actions and repercussions of what happens when one tries to make a stand for what they believe to be right and then dealing with the after-effects of those actions. We all know the pain of Bruce Wayne wanting to avenge the murder of his parents, it's the driving force behind Wayne becoming Batman. This film follows Wayne as he battles different demons - the guilt of taking the law into his own hands and the ripple effects that comes with it - the escalating actions of The Joker, his beloved Gotham City blown half to bits, , and even Batman impersonators he's inspired paying for their Good Samaritan deeds with their lives.

The film isn't afraid to have Wayne ask, "What have I done?" and doubt the life choices he's made because of how they are affecting others. It's OK for Batman to live with the scars tattooing his back but when they begin to spread to the lives of other good people, it's enough to bring chills even to a man who's trying to use fear as his primary weapon against evil. Like every decision in life, there is bad that comes with the good. For the first time on film, the effects of Batman's vigilantism are explored in a mature, realistic way and it adds refreshing depth to the characters.

A lot has and will be written about Ledger as the Joker. However, Christian Bale has taken Bruce Wayne and made him a three-dimensional fleshed out person with strengths and weaknesses unlike any previous take on the character in the film and TV medium. He is driven by his love of his city and wanting to restore it to the glory it once had under his father's watch and is willing to sacrifice his own well being and status as the guardian angel of Gotham to make that reality closer to happening. Bale plays Wayne as half-martyr/half-obsessed over the ends to his means. When Ledger rants on about how close he and Batman truly are during the climax of the film, you realize that for the first and only time in the entire film, Joker is telling the stone-cold truth. Wayne is one step away from losing himself inside his creation, no matter why Batman was created to begin and Joker is the mirror that keeps Wayne from losing himself in his creation. Wh ile all the Academy Award talk is focused on Ledger posthumously, Bale's performance is as strong.

Comic book fans have been ranting and raving about the artistic merits of their chosen medium and how the films shouldn't be dismissed as fanboy popcorn fantasies. The Dark Knight provides the exclamation point for how impressive comic book adaptations can be on film.

Earlier that summer, Marvel Comics may have perfected the idea of using their characters in a shared universe while building to the dream team "Avengers" film for 2012 and brought the concept of comic book films into a higher level, one of the shared universe all comic readers are familiar with and love. Dark Knight, however, raises the bar for what a comic book movie can and should be on an emotional level, not with awesome fight scenes and phenomenal effects (although this film has both in spades), but by focusing on the core of its characters and having the courage to put them into situations that forces them to fear, to breath, to mourn and to overcome, it forces them to be real.

Sure, there are awe-inspiring moments that only come in fantasy films, but the emotional journey of these characters are what drives the Dark Knight. That's what good filmmaking is all about. In this day of Hollywood force-feeding its audiences endless remakes overgorged on CGI technology, it's easy to point out where moviemaking has lost its creative soul. How ironic that one of the most overlooked literary mediums of all time, the comic book, provides an outlet for the return of a legitimate, heart-felt dramatic motion picture.

One can only hope that the excellence of this film is enough to kickstart the long-stalled feature films based on DC Comics' wonderful collection of characters. While Marvel scores time and time again, DC (owned by Warner Bros. no less) never, ever seem get their projects out of the "starting gate". Let's hope this is the moment all that changes and let's hope all future projects are treated with equal amounts passion and intelligence.

If so, let's all they will contain the exact elements that were the true strength of "The Dark Knight" and that an entirely new audience will be introduced to even more truly wonderful characters and stories.

Not Enough Monsters

A simple lesson for future filmmakers: Do not title your film "Monsters" if you choose not to concentrate on the monsters. For some reason, director Gareth Edwards chooses to turn a promising excursion through extraterrestrial occupation into an irritating mumblecore arthouse feature. Edwards has a great directorial eye, but his handling of the love story/flirtation leaves much to be desired.

The film supplies a marvelous introduction for Edwards, a special effects wizard moving into the directorial chair who was just named as director of the upcoming Godzilla reboot.  This film isn't the picture many giant monster fans imagine it to be. Instead of "Cloverfield" destruction or "District 9" conflict, "Monsters" steps back, endeavoring to create a realist backdrop to support his human love story. The lack of monster mashing is a letdown, since Edwards has created some suspenseful sequences when the Lovecraftian creatures do attack.

However, "Monsters" isn't about the creatures, it's about the couple. Scoot McNairy and Whitney Able appear to be limited performers, unable to bring anything to the script that unfortunately tracks their underdeveloped relationship from tentative partnership to googly eyes.  I give Edwards credit for attempting to create some sensitivity to a potentially chilly sci-fi affair, but the effort lacks any chemistry, rendering long stretches of the feature tedious as the twosome bond through banal conversation. 
Aliens are here, but rarely take center stage but when they do Edwards shows great skill is crafting suspenseful sequences. The filmmakers play with the meaning of the title, revealing the beasts to be protective parents while the military blasts away. The creatures are executed solidly, creating memorable images on a tiny budget. The film might have been better as a short, allowing Edwards to trim the fat and intensify his visual storytelling. It's a drifting picture, but sporadically gripping and mysterious at least good enough to help the viewer get past the unmemorable love story.

Charles Bronson as a Commie !?

Based on the novel by Walter Wager, "Telefon" has not aged well because it’s so dependent on the cold war tension that existed between the USSR and the US in the Seventies. The film is basically a cat-and-mouse game with Soviet agent Major Grigori Borzov (Charles Bronson, that's right Bronson is a commie) tracking rogue Russian scientist Nicolai Dalmchimsky (Donald Pleasence) across America to prevent him from activating sleeper agents. Borzov is assisted by Barbara (Lee Remick. fresh from "The Omen") who asks more annoying questions than necessary, leading the audience to believe she may not be completely  true to the motherland. 

 

The film's middle section is dragged down by repetitive bomb scares. Dalmichimsky is working from outdated intelligence so his targets are all de-classified U.S. Military installations. Once Borzov realizes the pattern and hones in the next target the action shifts to a more linear chase that’s further heightened by Barbara’s loyalties. But the ultimate showdown is deflating because beyond some silly disguises Pleasence's Dalmichimsky is never built up to be a threat.

 

Director Don Siegel uses his flair for montage to craft a his action sequences without dialogue. "Telefon"  is a road movie, much like Alfred Hitchcock's "Saboteur" and "North by Northwest" had their leads criss-crossing America here we see plenty of seventies architecture including San Francisco's Hyatt Regency Hotel (used in "The Towering Inferno") and a modernist house resting on top of a barren rock outcropping.

 

The supporting cast is uniformly good (but trapped in underwritten roles), and it’s nice to see veteran character actors Alan Badel and Patrick Magee playing snotty KGB strategists, and Tyne Daly in a small (and ultimately irrelevant role) as a computer geek.

Trivia note: The poem that activates the Russian sleeper agents was used by Quentin Tarantino in "Death Proof" as the lines Jungle Julia has her listeners recite to Butterfly. The lines are an excerpt of the poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost. "The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep."

Breaking Up is Hard To Do (Director's Cut)

The hosts of The Film Thugs podcast, Jim Dirkes and Clarkson Campbell, asked listeners to send in the names of directors, actors or film people who they had given up on. People they liked but just could no longer support. Here are my choices:

I'm an optimist. I really don't break-up with directors but their films do fall in priority. Below is a list of 10 directors who went from must see opening weekend to will see in the theater to maybe I'll catch it on video. If I do see their films theatrically it is because I'm sneaking in after seeing something else. They will not get my money. I've limited myself to guys currently working. Hopefully some if not all of these guys will rebound.

Woody Allen's straight is writing but for the past decade or so it seems that his work could use a few more revisions. His pace of one film a year is admirable but maybe every idea isn't film worthy. The past few films seem like excuses to hang with Scarlett Johansson (I don't blame the dude as I would probably do the same if I was in his position)   

 

Frances Fords Coppela has earned the right to make his small, personal, arty films like "Youth  Without Youth" and "Tetro" but I don't have to watch them. Still they have to be better than his studio paycheck grabbing dreck like "Jack." 

Peter Jackson His films have evolved into self indulgent chaos. A "King Kong" remake where it takes over an hour to see the fucking ape!? "The Lovely Bones" may have been a great screen saver in the '90s but it doesn't work as a melodrama. What happened to the fat, be-speckled, bearded film geek that we all loved so much?     

Kevin Smith After "Jersey Girl" spectacularly failed he ran back to the security blanket of Jay and Silent Bob. He seems completely uninterested in growing as a artist. This one is a real shame for me as Smith and I are the same age. "Clerks" was one of the films that inspired me to become a regular at my local art house and for my money "Dogma" was one of the best films of the '90s. Now he is content to smoke weed, record podcasts and play to his loyal Stepford fans.  

M Night Shamalan "The Sixth Sense," "Unbreakable" and "Signs" signaled a significant run for any director. But then he seemed to lose his head up his ass. The twist in "the Village" seemed tacked on and killed the film for me. I enjoyed the fairy tale aspect of "Lady in the Water" but the fact that he cast himself as the author of a world saving book signaled an out of control ego. That has only grown in recent years and "The Last Airbender" was unwatchable wreckage.

Roland Emmerich Yes that Roland Emmerich. Now hear me out. He made some fun popcorn films. "Moon 44" was a good low budget, direct to VHS sci fi. "Universal Soldier" is a good late night filler and every time I run across "Independence Day"  on cable I get sucked into it for 20 minutes. Even his "Godzilla" film is adequate so long as you don't think of the main creature as Godzilla and you don't watch the "Jurassic Park" romp in Madison Square Garden. But these films are the apex of cinema when compared to "10,000 B.C." and "2012" Both of these films kill brain cells faster than huffing paint.   

Barry Levinson Another guy who started with a bang and is now limping along. "Diner," "The Natural," "Young Sherlock Holmes," "Tin Men" and "Rain Man" fuck those are some incredible films. It is unfathomable that the same man produced "Jimmy Hollywood," "Toys," "Sphere" and "Bandits." 

Brian DePalma A late night airing of "Sisters" was one of the first movies to scare the shit out of me. True I was only 11 at the time but I avoided watching the film for years due to the memory. I'm not a "Scarface" fan (too cartoony for me to take serious) but the rest of the man's filmography is incredible. "Blow Out," "Dressed to Kill," "The Untouchables," "Obsession" Hell I even like "Raising Cain" and "The Bonfires of the Vanaties" is the kind of grand disaster only a genius could produce. But after the success of "Mission: Impossible" he's been in the shitter. "Snake /Eyes," "Mission to Mars" "Femme Fatle" "The Black Dahlia"  not a single watchable film in the bunch. I haven't even bothered to see "Redacted"

Barry Sonenfeld After starting his career as the Coen Brothers cinematographer he directed amusing, stylish films before letting the abomination that "Wild Wild West" on the world. Since he's worked less releasing such bombs as "Big Trouble" and "Men in Black II" Now he's returning with the completely unneccessary third Men in Black. God help us.  

  

Oliver Stone This one's a cheat since I just paid to see "Wall Street" Money Doesn't Sleep" but since Stone didn't write the script it seems like a paycheck movie for him. Stone's early career is incredible but after "Talk Radio" his personal agenda gets in the way of the storytelling. Tom Cruise gave a stirring performance in "Born on the Fourth of July" but Stone's visuals took me out of the film. The visuals work to add to the paranoia in "JFK"  but I think "Natural Born Killers" is simply a well made piece of shit. Plus I'm still angry that I paid to see "Alexander" in the theater plus he has the balls to release three versions of this crapfeast on DVD including one that runs 3 1/2/hours. Who would want to sit through more of Angelina Jolie's Boris Badanov's accent and Colin Farrell's black hole of charisma lead performance.

Clint Sings! (and so does Lee Marvin)

Josh Logan's "Paint Your Wagon" was produced when the big budget musical genre had fallen out of favor with audiences and does not meet the expectations raised by teaming two of the manliest actors in Hollywood, Clint Eastwood and Lee Marvin by putting them in a big budget musical.  

 

In a energetic performance, Lee Marvin plays his usual drunken,but lovable scoundrel who teams up with Clint Eastwood after discovering gold while burying Eastwood's brother. Enter Jean Seberg as the extra wife of a Mormon who is auctioned off to high bidder Marvin. After a musical montage Eastwood also falls in love with Seberg leading to an odd three way marriage.

 

The movie suffers from a hopelessly bloated running time (164 minutes!) and is filled with truly forgettable songs.  The apathy of Eastwood's character leads to his being overshadowed by the charismatic, overblown Marvin. By this time Eastwood has established his tough guy persona so watching him croon lovesick ballads like a second rate Ricky Nelson is disheartening. Where Eastwood's singing has a thin, light quality that may be grounded in his love of jazz, Marvin opts for a less challenging speak-singing style that  provides a mumbled rendition of "Wand'rin Star" that surprisingly rose to number one on the charts. Yes, that's right Lee F'ing Marvin sang a hit single.

 

You would think a film with a three-way marriage, debauchery, polygamy, Paddy Chayevsky script, and the star power of Eastwood and Marvin would be more fun or at least interesting. In the case of "Paint Your Wagon" you would be wrong.