The Hunger Games Review: The Birth of a Spark

“Three, rather than two forms come under judgment here: the novel, the adaptation, and the film. The novel is unilaterally praised; the film, moderately complimented, while adaptation once again emerges as the bad boy, the rake of the interart triad, partly scolded, partly pardoned.”

-Kamilla Elliott, Rethinking the Novel/Film debate

As a rabid fan of Suzanne Collin’s trilogy, I braced myself for disappointment. I knew there were characters that would be omitted and certain scenes will have diminished grandeur. With a novel like The Hunger Games, the sheer scope of adapting the riveting 300-odd pages to a brisk 142 minutes is undeniably daunting and like Elliot wrote: the novel is always praised, the film is respected but the adaptation, especially with die hard fans, is almost certainly going to be trashed. I am happy to write though, that Gary Ross’s adaptation serves as an exception.

First of all, IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE BOOK, YOU WILL NOT UNDERSTAND THE MOVIE! This film is for the fans made by fans. I can firmly support my assessment because I attended the midnight screening with two friends that had not read the books but were just coerced into the event. Their understanding of the plot was meticulously gleaned from months of anticipation-fueled discussion by fans in their social circles. With new eyes and pure minds, they were unfortunately left confused at the end of the film. These are the reasons why:

Character and Plot Development

Without Katniss’s internal monologue, we are left in the dark as to why she is the way she is. Let’s face it, Katniss is annoying. She is crass, unapologetic and cold. If I wasn’t forced to see the world in her literary eyes I probably wouldn’t have understood why she’s so unpleasant. With the exception of Seneca Crane and Haymitch, no character has a real arc. We are even unsure at the end if Katniss and Peeta shared a genuine connection. The ending didn’t have resolve or conviction; there were too many loose ends that needed to be tied. If the film stood alone as an original screenplay, any social commentary or political undertones that were so well fleshed out in the scenes at District 12 and festivities in the Capitol, dwindle on the precipice of obscurity as the credits roll.

Use of Handycam filming

The shaky single camera approach a’la The Office was effective in the beginning with a bleak interpreptation of District 12; the emaciated faces and monochromatic sea of hunger devoured bodies was borderline haunting. The use of the same camera technique in the games portion of the film was confusing. I understand the use to this technique to mimic the frenetically heart pounding experience of being a tribute but substance fell by the wayside of style in this case. There were some battle scenes (the cornocopia comes to mind) that can leave a viewer nauseated. Especially imagine someone that is trying to keep track of all the new information that was just introduced only half an hour ago with the flurry of interviews and tryouts in addition to following the staccato jumps and whips of a handheld camera. It is a lot to absorb without a background of the plot from the novel.

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With the lacking features of the film entirely as a film, disregarding the novel, comes the next problem of adapting literature to film: staying true to the source material. In general, Ross does a good job in helming a film that capture may key points of the novel. These were some of the deviations and shortcomings that I noticed that are worth pointing out:

The understandable:

  • Expanding the scope of the narrative to include the insight of the Seneca Crane’s gamemakers, the announcers of the games (who served as interim narrators) and District 12 while the games were taking place
  • Depiction of the riot in District 11. Even though the riot is first mentioned in Catching Fire and it was district 7 that started it, seeing the riot as a direct consequence to Rue’s death was poignant
  • Added screen time for President Snow. With a great actor like Donald Sutherland, it is difficult to resist utilizing him to the fullest extent for added theatrical heft as well as making him into a more terrifying villain

The bearable:

  • Elimination of Madge’s character for time and reworking the origin of the mockingjay pin
  • Lack of relationship dynamic between Katniss/Gale and Katniss/Peeta. There is no indication of Katniss’s conflicted feelings for one boy over the other. Even Ross wanted to make a film about survival and not puppy love, these conflicted feelings make up a good bit of Katniss’s internal narrative in the novel which is not acknowledged in the film. Even the highly emotive Jennifer Lawrence couldn’t conjure up something convincing with the limited time given to contemplate these ideas

The inexcusable:

  • BUTTERCUP! Buttercup gains importance as the trilogy progresses and also eventually indentifies herself directly as the cat in MockingJay. When I read the book I took Buttercup as an extension of Katniss, a creature that loves Prim unconditionally while perpetually possessing the desire and ability to survive. And where was “his muddy yellow coat [that] matched the bright flower”?! During the split seconds that Buttercup was on screen, he was obviously sporting a black one.
  • It is quite obvious that I am a fan of Peeta’s character which is exactly why I’m angry that the depth of his character wasn’t fully realized. The audience still doesn’t know that his affection for Katniss is genuine and likewise goes for Katniss’s feigned interest for Peeta. Hopefully all this will be explained in the second movie
  • No matter how I try to spin it, the ending was undoubtedly rushed. From the moment Cato dies to the when the credits run, that stretch of time felt anticlimactic. I did enjoy the added scene of Seneca’s death by nightlock (which was a poetic touch) but everything I loved about the ending was dropped. It left me wanting more in the worst way possible — I wanted closure, which I didn’t attain at the end of The Hunger Games.

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You would think that with all these complaints I wasn’t a fan of the film but it was quite the opposite. George Bluestone, another contributor to the ongoing discourse of filmic adaption of literature stated that, “Changes are inevitable the moment one abandons the linguistic for the visual medium” and that the crucial assessment of a film is whether it “stays true to the spirit of the book”, as in does it uphold the integrity of the source material. And, brushing aside that the author and creator of this fictional world lended her seal of approval on the film, it does succeed in supporting the spirit of the novel, for these reasons:

  • TONE — Ross was able to capture Collin’s theme of survival into the tapestry of his film. I felt the tribute’s danger and peril through the editing; I empathized with Seneca’s need to create entertainment to keep his job. You can make a film that includes every line spoken and item described but no one’s gonna watch a 10 hour movie. The important thing is to capture the story’s spirit and the film achieves this.
  • SOUNDTRACK — when you read a book for the first time I always think that it’s easier to imagine imagery than sound. The soundtrack of the film is nothing I ever imagined while reading and yet is everything I wanted. It’s multidimensional and compliments the tone of the film. My favorite piece is what I’ve named “Katniss’s hunting song” that plays when our heroine is either hunting in the arena, woods or for gamekeepers. It’s a complex layering of bells that resonates in my mind as the tinkering of her nerves delicately throbbing in her mind
  • COSTUMES — or more exact, the depiction of the outfits of the Capitol citizens. Every scene that shows the capitol citizens is filled with lush and vibrant color. I was worried there were going to be over exaggerated from Collin’s elaborate descriptions but there are spot on. They were resplendent without being gaudy
  • DIALOGUE — there’s some dialogue that is added especially to the film either to bridge gaps in the narrative or add dimension to character. Effie gets more quips and Haymitch is more integral to Katniss and Peeta’s finale in the games. Perhaps the most integral and satisfying additions though are Snow and Seneca’s interactions. In particular I really enjoyed the scene when Snow is explaining to Seneca the purpose of the games: “hope is stronger than fear”. The explanation of ‘how dangerous too much hope can be’ lends itself perfectly to the theme of Catching Fire.

All in all I think this first installment of The Hunger Games trilogy serves as a spark for the darker and more complex themes of the second and third books. We are introduced to characters that we can continue to root for or against and brought into a world that begs more attention. In my opinion, Ross’s rendering of the trackjacker hallucinations is still the single best thing he achieved in the film. Now, is it too early to count down to November 2013?

Tebowing Peeta

 

A Short Story About a Bride

Three months ago it seemed like a wonderful idea to have the wedding reception on the beach. The sun will highlight the blond streaks in her luminous hair and bring out the gold flecks in his hopelessly deep hazel eyes. Even last weekend, when the weatherman predicted sunny skies for the following week, all prospects pointed to a wonderful sunny day of celebration. But then the wind came.

                      As great as southern California’s weather is, it is the unpredictable winds that always proved meddlesome. The bride’s motif of strategically strewn lilies up and around the chuppah had blown out of sight, far into the Pacific Ocean. The delicate knew-length chiffon of the radiant daffodil yellow bridesmaid dresses was now flying in every which way instead of staying complacent. Little bits of sand were slowly crept its way into shoes, pockets, and the mouths of young children that had the misfortune of being too close to the ground due to their diminished height. The wind had become the sixth instrument in the five piece band the groom had insisted on hiring as a favor to his college roommate. The bride just sat in the changing tent, listening to all the problems that had arisen, calmly and almost serenely.
                  In her mind, all the planning that had occurred over the past year would culminate in the brief minutes when she would at last be wed to the love of her life, the mate to her soul. A part of her knew on that eventful first date five years ago that this guy would be the one. It was perhaps the gentle way he caressed her hand as they careened through the Holiday Market. Or maybe his polite chuckle when she had brushed off a sprinkle of cinnamon sugar that had collected in the details of her silk blouse from the churro she couldn’t resist due to its potent smell. It definitely had to do with the kiss he left her with that night, a kiss that drew her breath away from her lips ever so slightly, enough to leave her a little light headed and surprised. It could’ve been one of these reasons or all of these reasons but whatever it was, she knew this day would come, with this particular boy. Nothing that could possible go wrong could bring down her spirit on this day, the day she would be conjoined to her love. No misplaced piece of hair or windstorm could ruin her mood.
                 The bride took one last deep breath in preparation for her walk out. When the tent panel was lifted, in her eyes, the sun was shining and the wind had subsided. She didn’t see anything else but the delicate golden flecks from her groom’s loving hazel eyes.

S%&# Rory Gilmore Reads

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As a self-professed super-fan of the wise-cracking mother-daughter team of Lorelei and Rory Gilmore, I was really excited when I cam across a blog post of all the literary titles everyone’s favorite Stars Hollow nerd has been associated with throughout the entire series. Like the original blogger I also went through the list and crossed-out all the titles I’ve read over the years and was surprised with my number: 44. Most of them were for school but some, like the Jane Austen collection pieces, I sought out on my own. Maybe I can try to work off this list as suggested reading for the rest of the year since it does include some classics that I’ve been meaning. Now if only I could get my hands on a list of filmic references the show has covered over the year…
 
  • 1984  (George Orwell)
  • A Confederacy of Dunces (John Kennedy Toole)
  • A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius (Dave Eggers)
  • Mencken Chrestomathy (H.L. Mencken)
  • A Month Of Sundays: Searching For The Spirit And My Sister (Julie Mars)
  • A Passage to India (E.M. Forster)
  • A Quiet Storm: A Novel (Rachel Howzell Hall)
  • A Room of One’s Own (Virginia Woolf)
  • A Separate Peace (John Knowles)
  • A Tree Grows in Brooklyn [Betty Smith]
  • American Tragedy (Theodore Dreiser)
  • Anna Karenina (Leo Tolstoy)
  • Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl (Anne Frank)
  • Atonement: A Novel (Ian McEwan)
  • Autobiography of a Face (Lucy Grealy)
  • Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress: A Novel (Dai Sijie)
  • Bee Season: A Novel (Myla Goldberg)
  • Bel Canto (Ann Patchett)
  • Beloved (Toni Morrison)
  • Beowulf
  • Brave New World (Aldous Huxley)
  • Brick Lane (Monica Ali)
  • Catch-22 (Joseph Heller)
  • The Collected Stories of Eudora Welty (Eudora Welty)
  • Edgar Allan Poe: Complete Tales & Poems (Edgar Allan Poe)
  • Cousin Bette (Honoré de Balzac)
  • Crime and Punimensht (Fyodor Dostoyevsky)
  • Daisy Miller (Henry James)
  • David Copperfield (Charles Dickens)
  • Dead Souls (Nikolai Gogol)
  • Death of a Salesman (Arthur Miller)
  • Demons (Fyodor Dostoevsky)
  • Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (Robert Louis Stevenson)
  • Eleanor Roosevelt (Blanche Wiesen Cook)
  • Ella Minnow Pea: A Progressively Lipogrammatic Epistolary Fable (Mark Dunn)
  • Emma (Jane Austen)
  • Empire Falls (Richard Russo)
  • Ethan Frome (Edith Wharton)
  • Rick Steves’ Europe Through the Back Door 2007: The Travel Skills Handbook (Rick Steves)
  • Extravagance: A Novel (Gary Krist)
  • Fahrenheit 451 (Ray Bradbury)
  • Fat Land: How Americans Became the Fattest People in the World (Greg Critser)
  • Flowers for Algernon
  • Frankenstein (Mary Shelley)
  • Franny and Zooey (J.D. Salinger)
  • Galapagos (Kurt Vonnegut)
  • Hamlet (William Shakespeare)
  • Heart of Darkness (Joseph Conrad)
  • Holidays on Ice: Stories (David Sedaris)
  • How the Light Gets in (M. J. Hyland)
  • How to Breathe Underwater (Julie Orringer)
  • Howl (Allen Ginsberg)
  • Inherit the Wind (Jerome Lawrence)
  • Jane Eyre (Charlotte Brontë)
  • Just a Couple of Days (Tony Vigorito)
  • Leaves of Grass (Walt Witman)
  • Letters to a Young Poet (Rainer Maria Rilke)
  • Life of Pi (Yann Martel)
  • Little Dorrit (Charles Dickens)
  • Little Women (Louisa May Alcott)
  • Living History (Hillary Rodham Clinton)
  • Lord of the Flies William Golding)
  • Madame Bovary (Gustave Flaubert)
  • Me Talk Pretty One Day (David Sedaris)
  • Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter (Simone de Beauvoir)
  • Middlesex (Jeffrey Eugenides)
  • Moby-Dick (Herman Melville)
  • Monsieur Proust (Celeste Albaret)
  • Mrs. Dalloway (Virginia Woolf)
  • My Lai 4: A Report on the Massacre and Its Aftermath (Seymour M. Hersh)
  • My Life in Orange: Growing Up with the Guru (Tim Guest)
  • My Sister’s Keeper (Jodi Picoult)
  • Nervous System: Or, Losing My Mind in Literature (Jan Lars Jensen)
  • New Poems of Emily Dickinson (Emily Dickinson)
  • Night (Elie Wiesel)
  • Dawn Powell: Novels 1930-1942 (Dawn Powell)
  • Of Mice and Men (John Steinbeck)
  • Old School (Tobias Wolff)
  • Oliver Twist (Oliver Twist)
  • On the Road (Jack Kerouac)
  • One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (Ken Kesey)
  • Oracle Night (Paul Auster)
  • Oryx and Crake (Margaret Atwood)
  • Othello (William Shakespeare)
  • Out of Africa (Isak Dinesen)
  • Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk (Legs McNeil)
  • Property (Valerie Martin)
  • Pushkin: A Biography (T.J. Binyon)
  • Pygmalion (George Bernard Shaw)
  • Quattrocento (James Mckean)
  • Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books (Azar Nafisi)
  • Rescuing Patty Hearst: Memories From a Decade Gone Mad (Virginia Holman)
  • Romeo and Juliet (William Shakespeare)
  • Rosemary’s Baby (Ira Levin)
  • Sacred Time (Ursula Hegi)
  • Sanctuary (William Faulkner)
  • Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay (Nancy Milford)
  • Seabiscuit: An American Legend (Laura Hillenbrand)
  • Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen)
  • Siddhartha (Hermann Hesse)
  • Slaughterhouse-Five (Kurt Vonnegut)
  • Small Island (Andrea Levy)
  • The Snows of Kilimanjaro and Other Stories (Ernest Hemingway)
  • Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos (Julia de Burgos)
  • Songbook (Nick Hornby)
  • Speak, Memory (Vladimir Nabokov)
  • Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers (Mary Roach)
  • Swann’s Way (Marcel Proust)
  • Swimming With Giants: My Encounters With Whales, Dolphins, and Seals (Anne Collett)
  • Sybil (Flora Rheta Schreiber)
  • A Tale of Two Cities (Charles Dickens)
  • Tender Is the Night (F. Scott Fitzgerald)
  • Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (Mark Twain)
  • The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay (Michael Chabon)
  • The Art of War (Sun Tzu)
  • The Awakening (Kate Chopin)
  • The Bell Jar (Sylvia Plath)
  • The Bielski Brothers: The True Story of Three Men Who Defied the Nazis, Built a Village in the Forest, and Saved 1,200 Jews (Peter Duffy)
  • The Catcher in the Rye (J.D. Salinger)
  • The Code of the Woosters (P.G. Wodehouse)
  • The Count of Monte Cristo (Alexander Dumas)
  • The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (Mark Haddon)
  • The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America (Erik Larson)
  • The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test (Tom Wolfe)
  • The Five People You Meet in Heaven (Mitch Albom)
  • The Fortress of Solitude (Jonathan Lethem)
  • The Fountainhead (Ayn Rand)
  • The God of Small Things (Arundhati Roy)
  • The Great Gatsby (F. Scott Fitzgerald)
  • The Group (Mary McCarthy)
  • The Handmaid’s Tale (Margaret Atwood)
  • The Holy Barbarians (lawrence lipton)
  • The Hunchback of Notre-Dame (Victor Hugo)
  • The Jungle (Upton Sinclair)
  • The Kitchen Boy: A Novel of the Last Tsar (Robert Alexander)
  • The Kite Runner (Khaled Hosseini)
  • The Last Empire: Essays 1992-2000 (Gore Vidal)
  • The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (C.S. Lewis)
  • The Little Locksmith: A Memoir (Katharine Butler Hathaway)
  • The Lottery: And Other Stories (Shirley Jackson)
  • The Lovely Bones (Alice Sebold)
  • The Manticore (Robertson Davies)
  • The Master and Margarita (Mikhail Bulgakov)
  • The Meaning of Consuelo (Judith Ortiz Cofer)
  • The Metamorphosis (Ovid)
  • The Naked and the Dead (Norman Mailer)
  • The Name of the Rose (Umberto Eco)
  • The Namesake (Jhumpa Lahiri)
  • The Nanny Diaries (Emma McLaughlin)
  • The Opposite of Fate (Amy Tan)
  • The Picture of Dorian Gray (Oscar Wilde)
  • The Polysyllabic Spree (Nick Hornby)
  • The Portable Dorothy Parker (Dorothy Parker)
  • The Portable Nietzsche
  • The Price of Loyalty: George W. Bush, the White House, and the Education of Paul O’Neill (Ron Suskind)
  • The Razor’s Edge (W. Somerset Maugham)
  • The Red Tent (Anita Diamant)
  • The Rough Guide to Europe 2006 (Various Authors)
  • The Scarecrow of Oz (L. Frank Baum)
  • The Scarlet Letter (Nathaniel Hawthorne)
  • The Second Sex (Simone De Beauvoir)
  • The Secret Life of Bees (Sue Kidd)
  • The Shadow of the Wind (Carlos Ruiz Zafon)
  • The Song of Names (Norman Lebrecht)
  • The Song Reader (Lisa Tucker)
  • The Sound and the Fury (William Faulkner)
  • The Story of My Life (Helen Keller)
  • The Sun Also Rises (Ernest Hemingway)
  • The Time Traveler’s Wife (Audrey Niffenegger)
  • The True and Outstanding Adventures of the Hunt Sisters (Elisabeth Robinson)
  • Unabridged Journals (Sylvia Plath)
  • The Year of Magical Thinking (Joan Didion)
  • Time and Again (Jack Finney)
  • To Kill a Mockingbird (Harper Lee)
  • Truth & Beauty: A Friendship (Ann Patchett)
  • Uncle Tom’s Cabin (Harriet Beecher Stowe)
  • Unless (Carol Shields)
  • Vanity Fair (William Makepeace Thackeray)
  • War and Peace (Leo Tolstoy)
  • When the Emperor Was Divine (Julie Otsuka)
  • Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (Edward Albee)
  • Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West (Gregory Maguire)
  • Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood (Rebecca Wells)

Wild Mushroom Risotto

Wild Mushroom Risotto

4 entree servings, 6 appetizer servings

Garlic chips
5 big garlic cloves, sliced thin width wise
4 T olive oil
– toast garlic chips in oo on medium heat until golden brown. let drain on paper towels to retain crispness and sprinkle with salt
Mushrooms
10 oz wild mushroom; crimini, oyster, shitake, enoki, hen of the woods…whatever you can find
2 big shallots finely diced
sprigs of thyme
-sweat shallots and then add mushrooms keeping them in a single layer in pan to avoid steaming and turn to high heat
-add sprigs of thyme to fragrant mushrooms and cook until golden brown. Season to taste
-cook another batch the same way if all the mushrooms didn’t fit in the pan
Risotto
2 T butter
1 c Arborio rice
one small white onion diced
1 c dry white wine
2-2.5 c chicken or veg stock heating in a separate pot
1/4 c grated parm
1/4 c chopped parsley
1 lemon; zested and juiced
1 T butter
-melt butter and sweat onions. add rice and toast for one minute in fat
-deglaze pan with white wine. after liquid has reduced by half ladle in enough stock to cover rice. continue process until rice is tender and cooked; about 20-25 min
-stir in half of cooked mushrooms
-turn off heat and add parm, zest, parsley and juice. Check seasoning. stir in butter
-add half of the garlic chips
-serve and garnish with the rest of the garlic and mushrooms. More cheese on top can’t hurt either.
Enjoy!

Predicting the Oscars

It’s pretty safe to say now that I have officially dropped the ball on the Oscar race this year. Not only have I failed to watch the Best Film nominees but I also missed some pre Oscar award shows like the SAGs and Independent Spirit Awards. My predictions this year will solely stem from Hollywood gossip and my astute feminine intuition (probably more of the former than latter though).

Best Film

  • The Artist
  • The Descendants
  • The Help
  • Tree of Life
  • Hugo
  • Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
  • Moneyball
  • War Horse
  • Midnight in Paris

My money goes to The Artist. Hands down. Its gained too much momentum coming in the Academy Awards to loose steam, cinching the Golden Globe, Critic’s Choice Award as well as the DGA for director Michel Hazanavicius. As much as I love Alexander Payne and his body of work, I have confidence that his name will be placed in the arena again because this year, even his critically acclaimed film can’t outshine the film of the moment, of the awards, and of the year: The Artist.

Actor in  Leading Role

  • Demian Bichir A Better Life
  • George Clooney The Descendents
  • Jean Dujardin The Artist
  • Gary Oldman Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy
  • Brad Pitt Moneyball

It’s a two horse race: George Clooney or France’s George Clooney, Jean Dujardin. FGC won the SAG and Indie spirit so he has considerably backing from members of the Academy. GC just won an oscar for his supporting work in Syriana not too long ago. The Artist is sure to sweep te oscars. But then again no one can schmooze and rally like the original GC; Everyone loves him. My brain say George Clooney will win but my heart and gut are voting for Jean Dujardin. Two out of three wins, Dujardin for the win.

Actress in a Leading Role

  • Glenn Close Albert Nobbs
  • Viola Davis The Help
  • Rooney Mara The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
  • Meryl Streep The Iron Lady
  • Michelle Williams My Week with Marilyn

Michelle Williams and Glenn Close both give performances of their careers, both nuanced and moving. Rooney Mara is just lucky to get nominated in the token ingenue spot. This category is another two mare race: the world record holder for most Oscar nominations and a relative newcomer to the limelight. The Streep vs. the Viola. About four years ago Davis was nominated for a supporting actress Oscar for Doubt. I thought her part was overacted and her performance was textbook, nothing exciting. Her performance as Aibileen though, was something extraordinary different. It was subtle and refined unlike anything else I’ve seen from her. But Meryl Streep is Meryl freacking Streep! I remember talking with my roommate Joe back in September before all the award season hooplah started and he said to me that this is the year Viola Davis wins an Oscar. I’m not sure where he received his information or how he came upon this prediction but he was convinced that this was Davis’ year. It seems like his prediction will come true because my vote is for Davis as well. Man, I wonder if Joe goes to the horse tracks often…

Actor in a Supporting Role

  • Kenneth Branagh My Week with Marilyn
  • Jonah Hill  Moneyball
  • Nick Nolte Warrior
  • Christopher Plummer Beginners
  • Max Von Sydow Extremely Loud and incredibly Close

Christopher Plummer, hands down. This category is a no brainer. He’s won every other major award and he’s sure to take the Oscar as well.

Actress in a Supporting Role

  • Berenice Bejo The Artist
  • Jessica Chastain The Help
  • Melissa McCarthy Bridesmaids
  • Janet McTeer Albert Nobbs
  • Octavia Spencer The Help

Deep down in my heart i’m rooting for Berenice Bejo just becaue I loved the film so much but odds are Octavia Spencer will take the award. She won the Golden Globe, SAG, Crictic’s Choice and countless other industry awards. She’ll win and odds are 2 to 1 that she’ll bawl in her acceptance speech as well.

Some other random predictions: Midnight in Paris for original screenplay, Moneyball for adapted, and Hazanavicius for director. But one more important rambling: Where is all the Harry Potter love??!! Being a self professed PotHead I am extremely biased but I objectively think that Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 is an amazing film. It received nearly perfect marks across the board from crictics and was a blockbuster hit. Where was its Best Picture nomination? And I’m done. Nothing more to do now then crack open a beer and watch Billy Crystal redeem the Academy from the poor ratings last year from James Franco and Anne Hathaway. May the odds be ever in your favor Crystal.

Devouring The Hunger Games

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The crimson red and ethereal blue of Catching Fire and Mockingjay have sat in my family’s bookshelf for years due to my sister’s initial taking to Suzane Collin’s fantastical account of heroine Katniss Everdeen. As I walked down the bright aisles of Target, however, it was the dull brown cover of Collin’s first submission of the trilogy into the publishing world that caught my attention. I have always brushed aside suggestions from the many fans that The Hunger Games had claimed for no tangible reason but this particular cover paralyzed me in my tracks. Maybe it was the hooplah drummed up by my sister over the cinematic adaptation about to hit screens in a month. Or the knowledge that it was required reading in my brother’s high school English class. Or just simply my superficial attraction to all things shiny thanks to the golden emblem of a bird in flight adorned snugly on the corner. Whatever the reason, I paid the 7.10 that secured its possession.

It was days before my fingers found the bleach white pages that enclosed Katniss’s story and even a few more days after that before the hunger began. The turn of each new page ignited another appetite that every chapter couldn’t extinguish. Images from the trailer of the upcoming film lifted themselves from the page and the voices of each character resounded in my mind to the actors that would play them. The book was the screenplay and I was the director. Every paragraph flickered into a new scene projected on the screen of my imagination. When the credits roll on the first book I immediately pick up the searing red cover of Catching Fire. I finish it in a day. Before I even touch Mockingjay I debate whether I should devour this precious conclusion or savor each sensuous sentence slowly as to keep my appetite whetted longer just as Charlie Bucket did each year with his birthday Wonka bar. I choose the latter and finish in two days. And now it’s gone.

I write these words just minutes after the last bite was finished trying to discern where the allure comes from. Whereas the story is fascinating and quick paced, the first person POV writing throughout the series is frustrating and fragmented. It doesn’t help that Katniss Everdeen is a tragically flawed character: rash, manipulative, untrusting and violent. The series gets darker as it goes along and Mockingjay, the last book and my least favorite, is at times unbearably heartbreaking. This dystopian world that houses Collins’ colorful characters unfolds as a fantasy but upon closer inspection shares fragments that glisten with issues that affect American’s lives. Conspicuous consumption, media obsession, underage violence, poverty and above all the very essence Katiniss embodies: nonconformity. Just a few months ago, TIME magazine named the Protester as their person of the year as reflected through the 99% fighting back which is at its core the message the trilogy embodies. Collin’s fabricated world of Panem is not that different from the world I currently inhabit and that scares the shit out of me. I think that’s why I keep turning the pages, enraptured in Katniss’ thoughts and feelings. From fear that the last chapter, the last bite, the final words indicate a Panem that crumbles.

I anticipate the cinematic adaptations with fervor and hope that they can exceed my expectations. Until then, you saw it here first, I whole-heartedly remain forever #TeamPeeta.

Old Child

Regal Union Square Stadium 14

850 Broadway

Union Square, Manhattan

I wish I could personally speak to everyone I know and care about to give them an accurate review of what I think of Jason Reitman’s new film, Young Adult. I can picture it: Me with my left hand placed gently over my mouth and my right arm extended firmly forth with my hand formed into a tight first save for one thumb firmly pointed towards the ground and from my lips a sound will emit that if I were to onomatopoetically spell out would go something like this – pftftftftfttftftfttf. THIS MOVIE SUCKED.

I still can’t decide if this film is bad because I expect so much more from Reitman or if it is indeed a horrible film. I’ve decided that it’s a little of both. How can he go from the amazingly acerbic Juno and Up in the Air to this depressing drivel? He tries to inject some of this directorial style – tight close ups, magnification of character quirks, dissection of mundane actions – but the failure of the film rests primarily on the tone and the characterization of the protagonist.

I know this sounds bad but if this movie was made for less with lesser talent, I probably won’t despise it as much. But from an oscar nominated director working from a screenplay by an oscar winning screenwriter, I expect more. I expect better.

First of all this film is not a dark comedy. It is a dark drama with some funny lines. Funny lines that are in the trailers. The was absolutely NOTHING I mildly chuckled at in the movie that I didn’t already see in the trailer. Secondly, whereas the characters are colorfully and vividly painted, it’s not a picture I care to see let alone connect with.

EVERY.  SINGLE.  CHARACTER.  IS. FLAWED.

There are no redeeming qualities I can find in even the most ostensibly sympathetic resident of the bunch. Lastly, the ending, OMIGOD the ending, is a spit in the face of the proverbial cinema fanatic.

My issues with this film stem further than just the film in itself. I have issues with the marketing and the immense waste of a great filmmaker like Reitman. If this film was made by a first time indie director released briefly in small cramped theaters before going straight to the Netflix watch instantly queue my rage would be substantially lowered. But the fact that this film is a wide release with an award winning caliber filmmaking and acting cast marketed to specific fans of wry, dark comedy is what tips me over. Whereas the first two acts are exercises in banality, it is the last act in particular that I heavily detest.

Reitman adresses the tone of Young Adult in an interview with Flavorwire:

I wanted [the audience] to be uncomfortable, I wanted people to cringe, I wanted to do something that I hadn’t done in my other films.

I respect his decision as a dynamic filmmaker to resist the urge to create something he’s done before but I feel that to a certain extent there is almost an obligation that movie makers have to satisfy the audience. I’m not talking about a happy ending that wraps up in a tiny bow. I am fully aware that to imitate reality, the Ilsas and Ricks of the world don’t always stay together and once in a while the Henry Hills don’t achieve their hopes and dreams. But from those films there is enough story and character development to inspire enough of a cathartic reaction to satisfy a audience. Young Adult did not. Reitman succeeded in making me exceptionally uncomfortable and left me with that feeling as I left the theater. It wasn’t the kind of uncomfortable you’re left with when you’ve just seen something disgusting or unsettling but rather a state of discomfort that overwhelms a person when they’ve been cheated, SWINDLED, hoodwinked.

Critics are hailing the ending as innovative and refreshing but I HATED it. It left me sad and depressed to imagine a world where there are Mavis Garys walking around, perpetually hungover. It is so bleak that I wanted to unsee it – to purge my brain of its memory. Just recalling it to write this entry is eliciting another wave of distaste in my mind.

I would not wish the experience of this film on even my worst of enemies, especially not you. SKIP.

The Artist Masters the Art of Silent Cinema

Anjelika Film Center

18 W Houston st

SoHo, Manhattan

Every year I pick a film that I root for to win the big BP come oscar night. And every year, for the past decade (With one or two exceptions) the film I pick has lost. That’s why I am almost hesitant to put my weight behind Michel Hazanavicius’s The Artist. It is, along with Hugo and The Descendants, the favorite to win the big prize come oscar night and, I’m almost hesitant to write this because I loved the film so much, but it’s MY PICK TO WIN BEST PICTURE. Even though I have not seen Scorcese or Payne’s works yet, I think The Artist transcends comparison. The film also has the backing of the Weinstein Co. which has proven to be quite shrewd and unrelenting when it comes to promoting their films. Yes people, come February 26, I predict The Artist will win the top prize.

Leading the Golden Globe nominations with 6 including Best Comedy/Musical, The Artist is poised to receive the Academy Award nomination as well for Best Picture and could potentially win the whole thing. To say that I liked the film would be an understatement. I liked X-Men 3. I loved Drive. But I absolutely adored The Artist.

It was the experience of watching this film that captivated me. I couldn’t help smiling. Every action that unfolded captivated my attention. It was like with each new scene I was slowly falling in love with the film. When the credits rolled I was smitten. I laughed, I cried, I sat at the edge of my seat and at the end I clapped.

Let me first point out that the black and white silence film genre is not used as a gimmick nor is is a crutch in the filmmaker’s story-telling. Rather it even enhances the plot and propels the screenplay to make for a quick paced 100 minutes of cinema. The cinematography is impeccable to the point that even though the female lead Berenice Bejo is beautiful out of character, but as Peppy Miller she is carefully lit to be breathtakingly ravishing. The score, much like the characters, is highly emotive with the innate ability to tug at the heart strings and tickle the funny bone. Much like my other favorite movie of the year, Drive, The Artist tells a story through images and music rather than contemplative monologues and masterful conversations. Both films are at opposite extremes of the color wheel but equally hyper visual.

My favorite moment of the entire film, which I’m sure is likely to be an audience favorite as well, is the unraveling of a collection of outtakes that depict the two romantic leads falling in love. Told without dialogue and with minimal music, the mutual attraction and chemistry between the two bodies is conveyed with sideways glances and a spark that is almost tangible. The resulting scene is incredibly moving and irresistibly endearing much like the film as a whole.

I’m just praying that I’m not a jinx this year…

 

My 99 Minutes with Marilyn

AMC Kips Bay Loews

570 2nd Ave

Kips Bay, Manhattan

With the weather change comes the silver lining that rejuvenates me despite the miserable cold: Oscar season! The season of Oscar is the fleeting time that occurs yearly about 2 months before the HFPA announce the Golden Globe nominations when critics and movie fans alike can bask in the wave of well made and articulate films that have their eye on that infamous statue. I have taken great (humble) pride that I have (sometimes begrudgingly) watched every film in contention for a major award for the past 4 years in the hopes of forming a well-informed opinion come Oscar night. I realize that I live a very sad life…

To date my list of already viewed oscar bait films include Midnight in ParisDrive and The Ides of March. I can now add to the list My Week With Marilyn which is buzzed to receive a lead actress nom for Michelle Williams and supporting actor nom for Kenneth Branagh.

Let’s start with Marilyn Monroe. Michelle Williams is enchanting in this role and I think that I’d be hard-pressed to find anyone that would disagree. She doesn’t play Marilyn as the caricature that pop culture has somewhat manifested Monroe to be. Her insecurities and faults are as visible as her undeniable beauty. She has a tainted past, a tempestuous present and, as history will prove, a turbulent future that lies ahead. Williams doesn’t play Marilyn as a simpering and breathy sexpot. Instead, she portrays the legendary beauty as a real, albeit flawed, human being. There are moments where Williams is so viscerally raw that I forgot she was acting as Marilyn Monroe but was rather just another troubled female lead. She didn’t allow the legend to encompass her performance but rather embraced the role so endearingly that she embodied the woman hiding behind the facade.

The trouble with the film lies in everything else. The soundtrack leaves much to be desired. The editing is disjointed in a clunky way. The writing is sporadic and pith-less. Beside Marilyn, the audience has no other connection with any motivation of any of the other characters. Even Colin Clark, the protagonist of the film and memoir from which the screenplay is derived from, has no other drive beside simply “to be in the movies”. We have great actors like Dame Judi Dench, Kenneth Branagh and to lesser extent, Dominic Cooper and Emma Watson, in thankless roles roaming around the screen merely to further the plot until Marilyn is back on. As if art imitating life is life imitating art! Like the characters they play, the actors are also sucked into the vortex of the Marilyn charisma and can’t seem to find their footing in the poor pacing of the film’s plot line. Besides the wonderful turn from Michelle Williams, the film really has nothing else worth recommending.

There is a telling line in the second act of the film when Colin tells a distraught Marilyn, “you’re a film star that wants to be recognized as a great actress and he’s [Lawrence Oliver] a great actor that wants to be a movie star.” By the end of the film, neither succeeded. Likewise, My Week With Marilyn is a biopic that wants to be a coming of age tale. Similarly, when the credits rolled, the film proved to have failed in both respects.

People-watching Eavesdropper or Social Anthropologist?

Starbucks

41 Union Square West

Union Square, Manhattan

The best way to eavesdrop on unsuspecting strangers is to have your earphones plugged in but your iTunes or iPod closed or off. A laptop or a hardcover book is the perfect decoy to accompany your voyeurism. Even the people sitting less than one feet away won’t suspect a thing. They’ll just assume you’re sending out emails or caught up in the newest guilty pleasure chick lit. Starbucks always attracts the most interesting specimens and the one in Union Square is one that I like to frequent. One of my favorite events to eavesdrop is a date in general but a first date in particular really excites me.

Blind dates are especially fun to watch and listen to. The awkwardness and discomfort of meeting someone for the first time, not knowing what to expect, is always terrifying when experienced first hand but so entertaining when viewed from a third person point of view. Let us venture forth and explore a common tête-à-tête:

There’s the initial question of handshake, hug or European kiss. If our couple doesn’t agree on which formality to entertain we come across “the half-hug’, ‘the rejected hand’ or my favorite ‘did he just kiss her ear?’. Then the sizing up ensues and everything from appearance, hygiene to style are instantly scrutinized:

  • Is he a 7 because of the lighting?
  • Those jeans are not working on that behind.
  • What’s his shoe size?
  • Damn, is that a big B or a small C?
  • If he carries a ‘murse’ does that mean he’s gay?
  • Would that five o’ clock shadow scratch or tickle when he kisses me?
  • I’d do her.

After both daters have sneaked in discreet glances, the small-talk/banter begins. Depending on age, education, occupation and liftstyle conversations can range from “I’d-rather-watch-paint-dry” dull to “I-wanna-follow-them-on-twitter” interesting. A keen observer would also notice inflection and tone. Balance is also a key element to take note: who’s asking the questions? An experienced dater will listen just as much as they are speaking but it is the new ones, the nervous specimens, that tend to exhibit what I like to call, “Jersey Shore Syndrome”, when they assume everything they say is insanely interesting.

If you can sneak in your own glances then body language is another fun detail to notice. There’s the common knowledge that interested beings naturally turn their bodies towards one another and the whole theory of the more touch the better!. What I like to look for though is how many times eye contact is broken. I mean if you like what you see, you’re gonna wanna see a lot more of it! So I like counting how many times each dater checks his watch or breaks out the cell phone or frantically attempts to rub out a spot of dried coffee on the table. That’s the true indicator of whether the spark can power a mere flashlight or a Broadway marquee.

But alas, our study comes to an end as both daters prepare to part. However, is that sweet sorrow we sense or good riddance? The best and most entertaining goodbyes occur when one party suggests an another venue while the other shuts the option down.

-Do you want to take a walk around the park?

-I would love to but I have an early day tomorrow.

-You work on Saturdays?

-Um, yes. This Saturday I have to.

As long as there are people engaged in awkward situations, eavesdropping is a sport that is not likely to die. Just make sure to practice in front of the mirror how to exclaim a convincing “no” when the question, “are you listening to us” arises and the Serengeti lies ahead as your domain.