Monthly Archives: August 2007

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Large and in charge

I’m straying a bit from the topic of this blog to examine the latest album release of a certain Mr. Lyle Lovett. Perhaps I’m not too far afield, as Mr. Lovett has acted in several films and provided music for many more. Regardless, such a talent deserves to be reflected upon, and this is as good a place as any.

This is an important release for Lovett, arriving 11 years after what I consider his best work, The Road to Ensenada. His output since then has been spotty — a live album, a collection of covers, a soundtrack and, in 2003, the album I consider his worst… My Baby Don’t Tolerate. That work had the sheen and musicianship he’s known for, but the songs were standard country rock numbers that felt like they could have been written by anyone.

So would this be a return to form, or another disappointment?

The short answer: It’s a return to fom. But I’ve never been one for short answers. So here’s a track-by-track breakdown of Lovett’s latest opus.

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The Lookout

Date: August 22
Location: Clifton Living Room

Along with Zodiac and Breach, this makes three smart, adult character-driven winners released in the first three months of the year (traditional dumping ground for low-expectation crap). Unfortunately, the timing probably means none of these films will be recognized come Oscar season. Writer and first-time director Scott Frank (who penned such classics as Get Shorty and Out of Sight) has delivered an award-worthy script and crafted a film that works as both a low-key heist thriller and a poignant character piece. The acting is wonderful across the board, including a haunting turn by Joseph Gordon-Levitt and scene-stealing work by Jeff Daniels (who really should be in every movie). Kudos to Mom for recalling British actor Matthew Goode from his work in Match Point — he’s unrecognizable here as the sympathetically sinister antagonist. I had minor problems with some convenient turns at the climax, but nothing that would keep me from recommending this as one of the year’s best films so far.

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2007 Fall movie preview

So we’re more than seven months into the year, and I’ve seen 21 films. That’s a little less than three per month — not a bad average, but off the pace of one-per-week that I like as a yearly average. But it is the fall and winter that generally deliver the must-see films, and lots of them, so I should be able to hit my target by Oscar time.

Before looking at the films to come, I’ll mention some films from earlier this year that I have in my NetFlix queue and hope to see soon on DVD (in order of preference): Once, Away From Her, Talk to Me, Grindhouse, Black Book, Waitress, La Vie en Rose, The Ten, The Hoax, Diggers, 2 Days in Paris, Disturbia, Curse of the Golden Flower, Bug, Smokin’ Aces. So many movies, so little time.

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Summer 2007: A retrospective

Update: As Amy points out in the comments section, I forgot to mention Hairspray in this write-up. So I actually saw 10 films this summer. And I would include Hairspray among the best of them. John Travolta and Nikki Blonsky deserve particular praise for their exuberant and touching performances as the Turnblad mother and daughter.

On May 8, I posted this entry listing the films I planned to see over the summer. I wound up seeing 9 of the 11 films mentioned (plus Spider-Man 3, which I saw right before making the list), eschewing Rush Hour 3 because it just looked bad and deciding Stardust could wait for video.

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Superbad

Date: August 18
Location: AMC Sunset Place

This is a tough one for me to review and rank. I came out mildly disappointed based on the absolute raves I’d been reading, but at the same time I really loved many parts of the film and I laughed my ass off throughout. Michael Cera is absolute gold, and I’m planning to dive into the Arrested Development DVDs ASAP just to enjoy more of his brilliant comic timing. Jonah Hill plays the more obnoxious character, but he has moments of weakness that resonate. The subplot with McLovin and the crazed cops distracts from what is so hilarious and real between the main characters, but it works most of the time as pure comedy. Overall, I think the film suffers in comparison to Knocked Up, which was consistently funnier and didn’t have some of the over-the-top elements that feel forced here. And it is not in the same realm as Dazed and Confused, a true classic that is only now gaining the reputation it deserves. I’ve seen Superbad compared to Dazed, as well as Fast Times at Ridgemont High and the best of John Hughes. I think that last comparison is the most apt — Superbad reminds me of a blend of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and Sixteen Candles. And that’s nothing to sneeze at. There’s an underlying sweet sadness in this film (not to mention a fair bit of homoeroticism) in how it deals with the special friendships between young men, especially young men who are high school outsiders. That’s where it succeeds the most, and it’s that theme as well as some great belly-laughs, that push it up my list despite the dampening effect of too-high expectations.