Bryan College Triangle

by Phillip Johnston

I’ll admit from the start that I don’t quite know how to write about Joel and Ethan Coen’s new film “A Serious Man” (newly released on DVD), but I’ll begin with a few things I know for sure. I know that this is a hysterically funny movie and that it made me laugh so hard that my stomach started to ache. I know that it is very personal on the part of the filmmakers and that it is perfectly executed for just that reason. I’m confident that it achieves a polished completeness and finality that many directors only dream of.

But do I understand it?

I wish.

Here’s the rundown: Life is unraveling for physics professor and generally good man Larry Gopnik. His wife, Judith, is having an affair with an aloof family friend and wants a divorce. His brother Arthur (Richard Kind) is emotionally and physically incapable of living alone and spends his nights in Larry’s living room.

The Gopnik children, Danny and Sarah, are pilfering cash from their father’s wallet to buy pot and save up for a nose job. There’s an anonymous person writing nasty letters to the university to tarnish Larry’s good reputation and destroy his chances at tenure. An unhappy graduate student is attempting to bribe him for a better math grade with an envelope of large bills.

Distraught and terribly confused, Larry sets out on a quest to find some balance to the chaos. A devout Jew, he’s advised by his friends to talk to the rabbi. He consults three and they all have different non-answers. Temptations arise, questions go unanswered, doors get slammed in his face, and Larry is confronted with many a harrowing choice, each one compounding the mystery of the Coen brothers’ latest existential riddle. Read full story »

by Michael Palmer
Guest Columnist

The film “Invictus” is both stirring entertainment and a history lesson about a remarkable convergence of sport and statesmanship. Read full story »

by Phillip Johnston

In 1998, Nora Ephron directed “You’ve Got Mail,” one of the first movies about Internet communication. Following in her own tradition, Ephron has now made “Julie & Julia” (out on DVD this Tuesday), perhaps the first movie about blogging and one that also happens to be about legendary chef Julia Child.

In 2002, Julie Powell (Amy Adams) lives in post-9/11 New York City with her husband, Eric, and spends her days in a cubicle answering phones for a government recovery agency. She’s on the verge of 30, her office hours are long, her closest friends are corporate jerks and the only relief from a hard day of work is the solace of her miniscule kitchen.

In need of a challenge, she picks up Julia Child’s “Mastering the Art of French Cooking” and decides (at first against her will) to cook her way through all 524 recipes in 365 days and blog about it all the way along. Read full story »

Originally written for The Chattanooga Pulse.

If you want to bear witness to a few moments of perfect cinema, watch the first couple minutes of Spike Jonze’s “Where the Wild Things Are.”  Here we’re introduced to the indefatigable young Max as he builds a snow fort in his neighbor’s yard.  He’s packed the snow tight into an igloo and slides in and out of the opening he has made without a care in the world.  The icy tones of the image, the crackling of the snow, Max’s breathless panting, the smile on his face; this is childhood, and a moment perfectly suited as an opener to the long-awaited adaptation of Maurice Sendak’s classic children’s book.

Max runs across the street and peeks in his house to get his teenage sister’s attention.  She’s busy on the phone and her friends are coming over soon.  Spurned, he goes back to his fort, but when the friends arrive, Max initiates a surprise snowball fight from behind the fence.

The fight, born from an innocent hunger for fun, escalates suddenly and ends with an older boy crushing Max’s snow fort with an impassioned, vindictive leap.  The defeated Max emerges from the snow fort with tears rolling down his face as his sister hops in the car with her friends and drives away without even a wave or caring gesture.  In turn, Max runs into the house and tears her room apart, crushing even the paper heart he once made her for Valentine’s Day.

Here we are introduced to the other side of Max.  Like any small child, he is easily hurt and his fragile emotions ever vulnerable.  He cauterizes this hurt through destruction and anger and after an evening altercation with his mother (the beautiful and reliable Catherine Keener), bolts from inside the house onto the street where he soon loses his way and gets lost in the woods.  Soon enough, he has escaped to the imaginary land of the wild things.

The wild things are beautiful puppet/CG creations elegantly envisioned by the Jim Henson Company and voiced by the likes of James Gandolfini, Paul Dano, Catherine O’Hara, and Chris Cooper.  Lumbering through their native land – a wondrous place in walking distance from an ocean, a desert, and a verdant forest – they sound like humans, have the momentary reasoning power of adults, and use the logic of the smallest children.

Upon entering the land of the wild things, screenwriter Dave Eggers takes Maurice Sendak’s setting and transforms it into a literary world where Max’s real-life experience is mirrored in the words, actions, emotions, and thoughts of the wild creatures.  Their world looks much different than reality, but the emotions of the heart and the consequences of actions remain the same – and for Max, this is the most profound surprise.

The film hinges on Max, and Jonze and his team have snagged the perfect child for the role: Max Records.  How a small child could keep a character like this so stunningly consistently throughout a two-hour film that takes place in so many settings and sustains so many imaginative flourishes is stunning.  Then again, perhaps he’s just being himself.

Still, because it tries so hard to faithfully envision childhood imagination, “Where the Wild Things Are” is often visually and aurally confusing.  The wild things act like children, and while Jonze’s camera inhabits their land, it does too.  We’re taken from one immaculately designed setpiece to another, faced with the immaturity and confusion of one wild thing after another, and soon enough we’re disoriented.  Is this the point?  Perhaps, but cinematically less is more for a land like this.

And though it may be far from obvious, this is not a children’s film.  It is dark, it is often harrowing (in a PG kind of way), and it is free from the sentimentality and romanticism that plagues lesser films about children.  Warner Bros. rejected a preliminary cut of the film months ago because it was too dark, and with the final product in view it doesn’t seem like much has been toned down.

Humor me some introspection, if you will.  Exiting “Where the Wild Things Are,” I felt as if I had missed something, for I found myself thinking, “If only someone would please calm that kid down!”  I soon realized why.

I am not Max.  I wasn’t the energetic kid who built forts out of chairs and blankets, who ran around in an animal costume and wished he could run without stopping for ever and ever.  On the contrary, I was the kid from that children’s classic “The Red Balloon,” quietly content to myself, glad to follow the metaphorical red balloon around the streets for hours on end.

I don’t think my caustic reaction to Max is entirely unfounded, but to eschew him would be to close my eyes to what a profoundly wounded character he is.  Though there are moments when Jonze urges us to empathize with Max’s misbehavior to an unhealthy extent, his vision of Sendak’s story culminates in a subtle redemptive flourish that is stunning in its power and profound in its implications.

All the imagination in the world may help a boy function in private, but it is the love and care of people in the real world that shape a young man.  This is the heart of “Where the Wild Things Are” and a lesson that will hopefully take root in the hearts of people who welcome this classic story into their lives now and in the years to come.

The Brothers Bloom
Directed by: Rian Johnson
Written by: Rian Johnson
Starring: Mark Ruffalo, Adrien Brody, Rachel Weisz

“The Brothers Bloom” is a whopper of a tale. It follows the typical con man falls for the con plot, but “The Brothers Bloom” is far from typical. It’s fantastical, far-fetched and riveting. Writer/director Rian Johnson, who brought us the neo-noir film “Brick” (2005) is back in action and clearly having a heck of a time.

The story follows the lives of con men Stephen (Ruffalo) and Bloom (Brody) from their early days when they were kids to the height of their deceptive prowess. After their latest escapade Bloom decides that this isn’t the life for him. Years later, Stephen shows up with one last con for the duo to pull off.

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