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Thursday, July 10, 2003
 
Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl

With eyes nearly obscured by heavy mascara and eye shadow, sporting a braided goatee, dreadlocks, gold and silver slathered across his teeth, and an outfit so adorned with beads, bandanas, rings, and dirt that it looks like he stumbled drunk into a novelty pirate thrift shop, Johnny Depp is the life of the party in Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl. He plays notorious pirate Captain Jack Sparrow, the one man who knows the location of the secret pirate treasure stash, the Island of the Dead. As played by Depp however, he is also the most flamboyant dandy ever to set foot in the Caribbean.

When the cursed pirates of the infamous ship the Black Pearl, led by Captain Barbossa (Geoffrey Rush), get wind that the last piece of cursed booty they are searching for is in the hands of young English maiden Elizabeth Swan (Keira Knightley) they attack her Caribbean port town and kidnap the lass. Elizabeth’s handsome Royal Navy commodore love interest follows in hot pursuit, but only Swan’s childhood crush Will Turner (Orlando Bloom), a mere blacksmith, can save her with the help of the legendary Jack Sparrow (Depp).

Subtitled The Curse of the Black Pearl to prevent confusion between the movie and the Disney ride that provides the film’s inspiration (What? You mean there isn’t a water tour through animatronic pirate-land installed at this theater?), this Gore Verbinski-helmed, Jerry Bruckheimer-produced pirate epic flays all over the place. As far as Bruckheimer films go, Pirates of the Caribbean unfortunately rates itself up amongst his more forgettable adventures (Gone In 60 Seconds, Bad Company, Coyote Ugly) that are often not as bad as his mighty blockbusters (Armageddon, Pearl Harbor) but usually not nearly as interesting to watch or bash. With all the swashbuckling fun innate in any pirate story, director Verbinski provides ample evidence that his botch-job on the wonderful source material, Ringu-turning it into the bland American incarnation The Ring-was no fluke; the man sucks nearly all fun out this flick just as he muddled up the thrills in The Ring. Considering The Curse of the Black Pearl contains all the pirate staples, damsels in distress, curses, skeletons, booty, swordplay, gigantic dueling ships, and the always exciting marooned-on-a-desert-island pirate punishment, Pirates inexplicably has no life in it whatsoever. For a man who at least filled The Ring with some stark, startling imagery (who can forget the horse leaping off the ferry boat?) Verbinski shoots nearly all his action here in constricted medium shots, showcasing his actors instead of taking a step back and letting stuntman inject Pirates’ many action sequences with some skill and vitality. Gone is the loose and fun swordplay of previous adventure romps like The Princess Bride and there are precious few shots of mighty galleons sailing across empty seas and desolate, lonely tropical islands that cry out for someone to bury treasure deep in their sands.

While Bloom (hot off his wonderful role of Legolas in the Lord of the Rings trilogy) and Knightley (hot off the disgraceful feel-good hit Bend It Like Beckham) are merely here to provide eye candy for the film’s young demographic, as well as building up a blockbuster resume, the existence of Geoffrey Rush, Johnny Depp and even Jonathan Pryce (in a small role) in such a trite genre piece is indeed curious. Even more curious is what this respectable canon of actors decided to do with their material at hand. While Verbinski seems set to provide the most mundane pirate film yet filmed, his actors run the gamut of possible interpretations of the genre.

The performances of the younger generation, namely Bloom and Knightley, feel heavily influenced by Verbinksi’s decision to play the film as straight and inert as possible, but the older generation clearly understands what kind of film they are in; or at least the kind of film Pirates of the Caribbean should be. Both Rush and Pryce play their roles (as an undead pirate captain and English governor, respectively) gleefully, embodying the extravagant over-the-top outlandishness of good old fashioned pirate mythology. Rush gets a hat three times too big for his head, Pryce gets a wig that goes down to his waist, and both actors do their best not just to overact, but to genuinely try to fit into the roles of classic exaggerated pirate performances.

Their attempts to lighten Verbinksi’s perpetually dull humor would be successful if they themselves were not topped by the Oscar-worthy antics of Johnny Depp. Bobbing and weaving like a drunken boxer and prettied up in the strangest of pirate costumes, Depp’s Captain Jack Sparrow will henceforth be recognized as a classic performance of the utmost hamminess. If Pryce and Rush energetically bite in the pirate material, Depp rips right through it and comes out the other side; his performance is bizarre and surreal in an entirely unique way that pushes ham-acting to its max. That Jack Sparrow constantly brings to mind some kind of hybrid transvestite-pirate only begins to describe the kind of nasty-fun goofiness Depp invests into this otherwise completely forgettable summer movie.


Tuesday, July 08, 2003
 

Short Takes


I’ve been on a relative tear lately, I haven’t watched this many films on DVD (or TCM) for quite a while; basically, my DVD player has been used to watch TV series, but no longer. Plus, the Cinematheque is starting up it’s summer film series this week, with the annual screenings of African films (I’m really looking forward to the Algerian film Chronicle of the Years of Embers) and a retrospective of films by the Czech director Vera Chytilov? (I’ll be missing the first two films of her retro, since I’ll be helping a friend move on Friday). So, I have some quick reviews on some films I’ve seen lately.

Dracula: Pages From a Virgin’s Diary (d. Guy Maddin)

One of the best ballet movies that I’ve seen (which is a very short list, but this film is probably second only to The Red Shoes), and one of the more faithful adaptations of Bram Stoker’s novella (I loved how Maddin dispensed with the entirety of Harker’s story in about a minute of montage; speaking of montage, it’s unfortunate that this screening was not preceded by Maddin’s Heart of the World). After watching the film, I was wondering who the virgin of the title referred to: the repressed, puritanical Victorian males (including the surreptitiously petticoat sniffing Van Helsing) or the sexually frustrated women (basically, I’m leaning towards the women)? Either way, the Maddin’s mannerist, silent, B&W images (well not strictly B&W, since there is are also sepia tones and color tints, and what looks like color painted onto the image) and florid melodrama creates a rather dreamlike atmosphere, while the addition of ballet adds an extra layer of sensuality to an already erotic story. The casting of Zhang Wei-Qiang, which probably has more to do with the Royal Winnipeg Ballet, is still fortuitous; Dracula is the ultimate sexual Other (also replacing an Eastern European with a Chinese man allows Maddin to maintain the racial Other dynamic from the novella, something that Maddin clearly exploits, an example being the beginning of the film, as the oil-like blood seeps across the map of Europe, and the hysterical intertitles basically scream out “THE EAST!”; also, I have to give credit to Roger Ebert who noticed the change in Lucy’s surname, from the Westenra to Westerna). Zhang’s Dracula is photographed much more clearly, and is more charismatic, in my mind, his performance is modeled upon that of silent matinee idol Sessue Hayakawa (see The Cheat).

Full Time Killer (d. Johnnie To and Wai Ka-Fai)

A very solid HK action-thriller with a meta-narrative twist (also with a debt to Wong Kar-wai, with the multiple voice-over narration from different character’s perspectives), though it’s clearly not as good as some of the other recent Milky Way Productions that I have seen lately (such as The Mission, or the Patrick Yau directed The Longest Nite and Expect the Unexpected). I liked the contrast between the cold-blooded, efficient Ono (Takashi Sorimachi) and the flamboyant, often quite funny Tok (Andrew Lau). If I had to pick an individual set-piece for both, I would pick Ono’s confident stride through the train station, cooly executing an old schoolfriend from long range, while for Tok I would pick his escape into the subway tunnels in Malaysia (that was an impressive shot, when Tok presses his body against the tunnel wall, as a train roars by, even if this was done by SFX). Taiwanese actress Kelly Lin was quite sexy and strong as the wallflower Shin, who craves excitement and danger. The final showdown in the fireworks factory, all based on Ono and Tok’s favorite video game was well-done, and I liked the scoring to Beethoven. A very satisfying example of the genre.

Pillow Talk (d. Michael Gordon)

I’ve been wanting to see this film since I saw Down With Love, so I was happy that it was on TCM Sunday. I can see the genesis of many of the modern film’s jokes, though Pillow Talk is very tame in comparison. Pillow Talk is still fairly funny (ironically so, when Rock Hudson implies that the alter-ego he’s created for his romantic subterfuge is gay). Tony Randall steals the show from both Doris Day and Rock Hudson, and always great Thelma Ritter makes the most out of her underwritten alcoholic role (she’s a funny drunk).

Days of Being Wild (d. Wong Kar-Wai)

Well, my local video store has stocked up on the regionless DVDs (when I was returning my DVDs today, I noticed that they already had DVDs of Hero available for rental), which is a great boon to me. Now I can finally watch the two Wong Kar-wai films that I have yet to see, As Tears Go By and Days of Being Wild, I chose Days of Being Wild, which lead to an unintentional Andy Lau double-feature. Less stylistically baroque than Wong Kar-wai’s later films, it still shows Wong’s characteristic themes of time, memory, and romantic longing. The late (it’s kind of weird saying that) is Leslie Cheung, a rootless womanizer, who repeatedly compares himself to a bird without legs, that only lands on the ground when it dies. Most of the film concentrates on Cheung’s relationship with two women, a quiet ticket-teller played by Maggie Cheung and a brassy nightclub dancer played by Carina Lau, both of whose love for Leslie Cheung is not exactly returned, especially after the women begin to pressure Cheung to settle down (Jacky Cheung rounds out the cast as Leslie Cheung’s best friend, who pines for Carina Lau’s character). Andy Lau plays a cop who befriends the heartbroken Maggie Cheung on a rainy night, and falls for her. One day, Leslie Cheung’s ex-prostitute adoptive mother tells him she is leaving for the USA, and tells him about his birth mother, a woman in the Philippines. He travels to the Philippines to find his mother, and is unsuccessful, and returns to his rootless existence, where he meets up with Andy Lau, who is now a sailor. With Lau as a witness, Leslie Cheung continues his self-destructive streak, getting into a bar fight which ultimately turns fatal, dying on a train (it reminded me of the ending of Dilip Kumar’s version of Devdas, another rootless wanderer on a train to nowhere). Days of Being Wild is filled with the characteristic touches of Wong’s romantic melancholia. One of the most beautiful motifs is Wong’s usage of a phone booth, which charts the false-start of Maggie Cheung-Andy Lau’s relationship (Wong wrings sadness out of a man waiting for a phone call which he knows will never come, and later in the film, when the phone rings). A beautiful film that demands another viewing; maybe it will dislodge Chungking Express or In the Mood for Love as my favorite Wong Kar-wai.

DOA (d. Rudolph Maté)

I’ve been taping a lot of B-movies off of TCM lately (watching Joseph H. Lewis’s Terror in a Texas Town tomorrow), and this is the first one I’ve watched. I vaguely remember the Dennis Quaid-Meg Ryan remake, but I never have seen the original 1950 film (all the local video copies are ancient). Edmund O’Brien plays a man who investigates his own fatal poisoning; the movie takes the form of flashback, as O’Brien narrates his own story to the police. Probably one of the ultimate examples of postwar cynicism, O’Brien finds himself a dead man because he was effectively at the wrong place at the wrong time, and finds that through some kind of cosmic joke, he’s been intertwined in two criminal conspiracies. DOA generates a lot of tension out of it’s premise (O’Brien’s literally is running out of time), as well as the structure, once it gets going, it keeps going, the pace of scenes and dialogue accelerating as O’Brien nears his (and the stories) conclusion. Maté is not exactly subtle, but he’s effective (after O’Brien learns of his impending death, he runs away stopping in front of newsstand, which happens to have a row of Life magazines prominently displayed on the right side of the screen, distraught, he watches a couple embrace, as well as a little girl and her mother; O’Brien quickly realizes the mistake of his life, holding back on his relationship to his secretary, Paula). The feverish close-ups that Maté uses is evocative of his work as cinematographer on Dreyer’s The Passion of Joan of Arc.