I haven't done this in quite a while (and I don't plan on doing it again anytime soon), but between unexpected travel in the last week and the still-going-on Chicago International Film Festival eating up my days, I haven't had time to compose full-length reviews of the many, many movies open up this weekend—several of them quite great. So I'm going to try and blaze through the many offerings with just two- to four-paragraph reviews each. We'll see how that goes…
FURY Writer-director David Ayer (END OF WATCH, STREET KINGS, writer of TRAINING DAY) has always been a stickler for authenticity (if you ignore his last film, SABOTAGE), and his latest work—the World War II tank barrage FURY—is no exception. With Brad Pitt leading a five-man crew during the final push into war-torn Germany in 1945, the film concentrates on bloodshed, explosions and ear-splitting volume that might make you want to consider earplugs. The film captures the claustrophobic quarters inside the tank and the pure destructive power it represents as these men barrel into one situation after another, outnumbered, outgunned and poorly armored.
The story beings when newbie crew member Norman (Logan Lerman, from THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER) is forced to join the team after one of its members dies. The others, including soldiers played by Michael Peña, Jon Bernthal and Shia LaBeouf, immediately resent the new guy, who doesn't help matters by freezing up in the heat of battle. If I'm reading the film correctly, the only way to break Norman in properly is to make him a blood-thirsty killing machine, which is essentially what happens. I'm fairly certain Ayer wants us to see this transformation as both the price we pay for war and something that is a necessary evil to stay alive, but you can't help but mourn the loss of innocence.
There's an odd, almost surreal, middle section of the film in which Pitt and Lerman spend some quality quiet time with two pretty German women eating breakfast, only to have the moment nearly ruined by the other three team members. I'm not quite sure what the point of the sequence is, but it stands as a reminder that any amount of respite was welcome and fleeting. FURY isn't purely an action film, but Ayer stages his action scenes with such a perfect eye for geography and war tactics that you can't help but be impressed to find out that tanks weren't simply a blunt instrument, but were occasionally used as a surgical tool as well. Some of the characters are underwritten and fall into readymade wartime stereotypes, but on the whole, the film gets most of the details right, and the audience is right there during every exhausting minute with this platoon. It's sometimes numbing material, but Ayers handles it perfectly.
THE GOOD LIE Perhaps the most fulfilling and incredible story on display in the cinema this weekend is contained in THE GOOD LIE, from director Philippe Falardeau (the writer-director of the Oscar-nominated MONSIEUR LAZHAR), telling the unfathomable journey of "The Lost Boys of the Sudan," a group of about 3,600 boys and girls who escaped a bloody civil war in Sudan to America, where they were met with an entirely new set of challenges. The film follows four Sudanese children who walk thousands of miles on foot from their destroyed village to a relatively safe refugee camp, where they lived for 15 years until their names came up for immigration to the U.S. with the help of a Catholic charities organization.
Played as adults by actual Sudanese actors (many "lost boys" themselves) Arnold Oceng, Ger Duany, Emmanuel Jal and Nyakuoth Weil, the characters land up stateside, with the men going to Kansas City, where they are met by employment advisor Carrie, played by Reese Witherspoon, who attempts to find the men jobs. But when you've never seen the overwhelming contents of a grocery store or used a phone or been in a car, how do you hold down a job? But with the help of Carrie, her boss Jack (Corey Stoll) and a Catholic aide worker (Sarah Baker), the men all adjust with varying degrees of success, while they also attempt to bring their one remaining brother over to join them from Sudan.
Although you might assume Witherspoon's presence in THE GOOD LIE would be a distracting, strangely, something as simple as dyeing her hair dark goes a long way to de-glamorizing her to the point where she just seems like a normal, Midwestern gal with no Hollywood in her. The film manages to tell its difficult story in a manner that keeps things moving and doesn't get bogged down with sentimentality. THE GOOD LIE is not based on any particular people; instead, Margaret Nagle's screenplay is based on a collection of shared experiences, and the result is quite moving and memorable. I was especially transfixed by the sequences in America, where even the simplest tasks are perplexing for the new arrivals. But the learning is part of the fun and joy of the film.
I'm guessing a great number of you probably won't check this film out, and that would be a massive disservice to a quality work. Since a great many of the circumstances that brought these folks to America are still going on today, THE GOOD LIE feels like it's still a part of a living, breathing experience that needs light shone upon it. Give it a chance. Don't be scared away by the harsh opening scenes in Sudan. This is righteous filmmaking that doesn't feel like a history lesson or morality tale; it's simply a fantastic story.
THE BEST OF ME The quality of the actors gets better as the years go on, but the film adaptations of Nicholas Sparks novels stay remarkably inept and dopey. Case in point, THE BEST OF ME, which tells the star-crossed love story of Dawson and Amanda, played as adults by James Marsden and Michelle Monaghan. In high school, Dawson (Luke Bracey from "Home and Away" and G.I. JOE: RETALIATION) liked to work on cars when he wasn't getting beaten by his evil-doing dad and brothers; while Amanda (IF I STAY's Liana Liberato) is from a well-off family, the kind who try to bribe the boyfriend to stay away from her with enough money to get Dawson through four years of college.
The overly complicated plot brings the grown-up ex-lovers together for the first time in 20 years when their mutual friend Tuck (Gerald McRaney) dies and leaves them both a last wish in his will that they must carry out together. It's Tuck's subtle way of bringing these crazy kids back together, the way he believes it should always have been. The film's great mystery is why they broke up in the first place, but even after we find that out, THE BEST OF ME refuses to end. Sparks is one of those rarified storytellers who things three acts aren't enough; he plows forward into four and five acts without thinking twice, and just when you think the road has been cleared for our reunited lovers to be together, he says, "Not so fast!"
I happen to adore both Marsden and Monaghan in just about anything, but even these immensely talented and likable actors can't overcome or boost this horribly written movie. And director Michael Hoffman (SOAPDISH, RESURRECTION, THE LAST STATION) brings less than nothing to this decades-spanning mess. A story like this doesn't need villains, especially ones who seem mixed in a lab at Central Casting and poured into the baddie mold. I'm sure hearts will swoon and tears will be shed, but it's hard to imagine even the most die-hard romance novel fan falling for this stink-pile of a film that hurts even to think about, let alone write a review. I don't hate all films based on Sparks books, so this isn't my knee-jerk reaction to his unique brand of love sap; but THE BEST OF ME represents the worst of his writing, and the worst type of big-screen love story.
THE BOOK OF LIFE I read a review of this film that described it as a Pixar ripoff, which seems about as inaccurate a description of THE BOOK OF LIFE as I can imagine. For one, the animated film's focus on Mexican culture seems like something Pixar wouldn't go near, only because they try to appeal to all cultures, so narrowing in on one would be limiting. But more importantly, the story of THE BOOK OF LIFE is actually death, with nearly all of the characters dying at one point, if they don't begin the movie dead.
From producer Guillermo del Toro and director and co-writer Jorge Gutierrez, THE BOOK OF LIFE is a story set during the Day of the Dead, when the living visit the graves of their deceased loved ones seeking guidance or comfort or just a sign on the day when the spirits are as close to the living as they can get during the year. But this is also something of a love story, pitting two childhood friends—Manolo (voiced by Diego Luna) and Joaquin (Channing Tatum)—who had crushes on Maria (Zoe Saldana), who left their village as a girl and returned in the present a lovely woman. Joaquin is a master soldier, while Manolo is forced to train as a bullfighter but his true love is singing. The film also pits two warring spirits, La Muerte (Kate del Castillo), who rules the more peaceful spirit world above, and Xibalba (Ron Perlman), who controls the spirit world below. These two have a lovely wager regarding who will win the heart of Maria, and the price is steep depending on who wins.
The greatest thing THE BOOK OF LIFE has going for it is its visual style. Most of the characters appear to be superbly crafted toys or puppets brought to life. This is partially because the story is being told by a museum tour guide to a group of children, and she's using wooden dolls to illustrate the players. But it's also a great look at the iconography of the Day of the Dead. The attention to detail in the character designs is blazing with color and is extremely impressive, especially once you meet a few of the monsters brought in from the underworld to settle the bet. I'll admit, Ice Cube adding a voice to the Candle Maker, a waxen creature that interacts with the dead on a regular basis, was a bit much, but he's only in the film for a bit near the end. The truth is, I was bewitched by this mildly creepy, eye-popping affair.
I hope one day Del Toro gets a chance to make an animated film less geared toward children and more aimed at freaking audiences out. I know he's got it in him; we just need to find a way to get it out. In the mean time, THE BOOK OF LIFE is here to give us a taste of his babysitting skills.
