Showing posts with label Alan Cummings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alan Cummings. Show all posts

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Ten Statements About....JOSIE AND THE PUSSYCATS (2001)

It is three hot girls (well, two hot girls and Tara Reid) washing
a car.  Your argument is no longer valid.
"And when the going gets tough--"
"The tough make lemonade!"

1) You want to know just how unintentionally wonderful I find this film? It's the only movie where I enjoy the presence of my ex Tara Reid (It's a long story I don't wish to talk about...but let's just say everyone knows you never give a dog chocolate...). The role of Melody is perfectly suited for her vapid, empty headed persona, and her presence here enhances the film.

(Still doesn't mean I didn't cheer on Carson Daly when he tried to bludgeon Reid to death with a baseball bat....)

2) I think one of the key things that makes the script by Harry Elfont and Deborah Kaplan work is how it embraces the pitfalls of its remit and forces them to work for them. By making the entire film a satire of product placement and the nature of pop music circa 2001, it makes the product placement carpet bombing of the film an integral part of the film's joke.

What's shinier--the CD case, or Alan Cummings' complexion?
3) Every great film needs a great villain--and while an argument could be made for Parker Posey's Fiona as said villain, my favorite is Alan Cummings' Wyatt Frame. Everything about this character, from his usage of famous song lyrics as the names of his nefarious plans to his oily appearance to his strange malapropism, embodies everything I love about Cummings as a performer. Both he and Posey are so perfectly placed in this insane microcosm of a world the film builds that I'm always disappointed when we get to their climatic reveals in the third act.

4) For a movie that should be cynical, even mean, in its conception and narrative--we are talking about a film which has product placement and talk of merchandising its heroines built in--it's surprisingly sweet and gentle thanks primarily to the central three performances. I don't know if Reid, Rosario Dawson and Rachel Leigh Cook knew each other before being in the movie or spent a lot of time together during pre-production, but their friendship feels very real throughout, and its their chemistry and affection that keeps the film from descending into cold, mercenary calculation.

5) I give respect to Elfont and Kaplan for not only breaking the fourth wall, but driving a big wrecking ball right through it...but they wisely establish this early and pick and choose those moments well so that the gags--like when Missi Pyle answers her brother's question about what she's doing here by claiming she was in the comic book, or when the film calls attention to the unlikeliness of the band's meteoric rise in one week--don't jar at all.

6) If there is a weakness in the central trio, it may be the presence of Rachel Leigh Cook as Josie. It's not that she isn't good--she is--but that she tends to be overshadowed by her two co-stars. Cook in particular seems to pale a little whenever she's on-screen with Rosario Dawson's Valerie, who just has a level of charisma she just doesn't have. I admit that the red dye job is also pretty distracting, as its so obviously a dye job, and it seems to emphasize her, ummm, generous chin.

7) This film would have collapsed in a second if the music was lackluster--and thankfully, this probably has one of the greatest collection of power pop songs written for a fictitious band since The Monkees. Written by a raft of power pop luminaries including my beloved Fountain of Wayne's Adam Schlesinger, the luscious former frontwoman of Letters To Cleo Kay Hanley (who provided the vocals for Cook) and others, they're perfect lil' nuggets of tuneage and seem exactly like the kind of songs three girls from a small town would write if they're trying to write pop songs.
This is the only film where product placement actually works...

8) You know, for a film that's supposed to be a frothy, silly little comedy, it manages to create a coherent world--and sticks to it. Elfont and Kaplan create this wonderfully subversive history about this conspiracy to control the minds of teenagers and never violates that history for the sake of a gag. Hell, they manage to make the exposition moment explaining all this into one of the funniest sequences of the film thanks to Fiona's presentation of the Eugene Levy hosted presentation film.

9) Now this is the type of film where montages are expected, and there are loads of them. But the genius of these montages is how Elfont and Kaplan work to make each one a little different and distinct--not just through the music, but though the settings, the cutting, and even the storytelling. I was particularly taken with 'Pretend To Be Nice,' which illustrates our heroine's rise to popularity by having them literally climb a giant Billboard chart.

10) I have only mentioned Parker Posey in passing, and part of the reason is that her role is a bit problematic. Yes, she's gorgeous as always, and yes, she has one of my favorite moments in the entire film....but there are frequent moments where she's so over the top she ceases becoming a parody and becomes something of an embarassment, and the subplot that involves her lisping like a duck when stressed just comes off as odd. She doesn't kill the film--far from it--but she is responsible for some of the rare sour notes.

Overall...I continue to marvel at how much affection I have for this, a film that should represent everything I hate about modern movie making...but I do, thanks to its inherent sweetness and surprising cleverness in how it takes on its remit. Don't let its rep as a bomb scare you away!

Oh, and here's some proof that the music rocks....

Monday, April 11, 2011

Ten Statements About....BURLESQUE (2010)

Ladies and Gentlemen--Gene Simmons!  No, wait....
1) Anyone who wants to convince you this is anything but a vehicle designed to sell you on how wonderful Christina Aguilera is should be shot. From the first frame to the last, this films grovels at Ms. Aguilera's feet; she overcomes all obstacles handily, she solves everyone's problems, and she is lovingly watched over by the camera.


2) Even though there are definite nods toward the art of Burlesque--particularly the way Alice seems to pour over written histories of the artform--this is obviously Steve Antin retrofitting an old-school backstage soap opera as an Aguilera vehicle.

3) Imagine my surprise seeing Alan Cummings in the credits. Cummings' presence makes sense--this is a man, after all, who made his name playing The MC in the Natasha Richardson revival of Cabaret. Imagine my further surprise to discover that Cummings is wasted in about four scenes, three of which assign him only one line, and one musical number.

4) Even though her character is woefully underdeveloped--the whole revelation of some form of friendship between her character and Cher's Tess--and seems to be there for Aguilera's Ali to score points off of, Kristin Bell attacks the role of Nikki with gusto and energy...plus, she does a number of musical numbers dressed in lingerie. Partially see-through lingerie. This is always a win in my book.
THIS is the real reason I went to see this film...

(Looking at these last two statements, you have to wonder if there are some 'deleted scenes with both Cummings and Bell on the cutting room floor).

5) I give Antin credit for, after a bit, trying to transpose the musical numbers with certain key scenes so that the songs act as a greek chorus. Of course, it's done in such a massively hamfisted way that I'm not sure if the attempt was successful.

6) What's Gene Simmons doing in this movie--oh, wait, it's Cher.

7) What's Stanley Tucci playing a doughy gay man who's Cher's partner? No, it's not a joke.  He seems to be having fun, though.

8) The weird thing about the romantic angle of this film is that Aguilera has more chemistry with the 'bad guy', Eric Dane's MArcus, than the cookie cutter bartender/composer, Cam Gigandet's Jack. That being said...

9) This is one of those films where no one is really a bad guy (perhaps the key line in the entire film is when Ali tells Marcus 'You're not the bad guy, just the wrong guy')...and while it's refreshing to have Marcus turn out not to be mustache-twirling evil, the soapiness of the films begs for someone a lil' over the top.

10) So after the club is saved, they renovate overnight to double the capacity and allow for a massive theater-in-the-round style stage with 'Burlesque spelled out in letters massive enough for Aguilera and crew to stand on them? And they decide to celebrate this with a very...Madonna-esque musical number that might as well be renamed 'We Wanna Be Vogue'? Really?

In short--it is what it says on the tin and doesn't give you anything more...so if you're in the mood for this sort of thing, it's cool. And besides...Kristin Bell in a sheer pair of panties and a bra throwing diamonds around...total win.

I saw this at Movieworld, a small eight-screen theater that is apparently one of the absolute last independent film venues in NYC. It was an extremely surreal experience, as it featured no Firstlook and utilized old, old, primitively CGI'd interstissals...the trailers included Sucker Punch that only made me drool all the more and Black Swan....and, on the other end of the cool-o-meter, Little Fockers and Just Go With It, both of which filled me with dread--but none as worse as the sight of Ben Stiller with greying temples....