Directed by: Joe Wright
Written by: Susannah Grant (screenplay); Steve Lopez (book)
This movie sets out to tell the true story of journalist Steven Lopez (Downey) and his attempt to help rebuild the life of Nathaniel Ayers (Foxx), a dispossessed man who once had the opportunity to be one of the great cellists. In that goal, it succeeds.
To it's credit, the movie does not reduce itself to sappiness. There is a tendency in telling stories like this to gloss over the ending, to reveal some major change. The struggling journalist learns the value of friendship and the need to help the homeless. The musical vagrant returns to greatness at his instrument. Instead, the ending is much more realistic. There is no transcendent moment. The characters have indeed grown, but the change is not monumental. I appreciate that the filmmakers decided not to fit a trite conclusion onto the film - that was not the point. They stayed loyal to the story (as far as I know it), even if that meant the conclusion does not satisfy in the usual sense.
My biggest disappointment in the movie was that I struggled to truly care about the characters. They failed to come alive, but rather felt exactly like people playing out a story that had already been written. I learned everything I needed to know about them from the trailer. This is not the greatest performance by either of the leads, though, to their credit, I appreciate that both worked outside their usual character style and tried for something different.
"The Soloist" felt like a movie that had a lot of potential, but didn't live up to it in the way that it could have. But maybe that's the point - the movie itself is about people not able to live up to expectations. I'm not suggesting that the filmmakers intentionally produced a movie that fell short of goals, but rather that it is fitting that it occurred - whether intentional or not. They tried for something different - to reveal something true, even if in their quest for veracity they opted not to resolve the problems of every character.
Showing posts with label Octavia Spencer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Octavia Spencer. Show all posts
Friday, November 23, 2012
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
The Help
Directed by: Tate TaylorWritten by: Tate Taylor (screenplay), Kathryn Stockett (novel)
Before you judge me too harshly, please keep in mind that I went to see this movie earlier this summer because my mother requested it as her birthday event. That being said, it wasn't too bad.
Skeeter (Stone) is a feisty young journalist who returns to her roots in Mississippi only to find things not quite as rosy as she remembers there. Specifically, her white friends have instituted rather draconian measures against their African-American housekeepers. Skeeter decides to secretly write a book about the experiences of the housekeepers which, when released, rocks her hometown.
The movie is better than you'd expect. The acting, in case you haven't already heard, is superb. Oscar worthy? Possibly - hard to tell. It also has a good balance of comedy mixed in to the drama to keep things from getting too heavy.
My only complaint - albeit a significant one, philosophically - is the watering down of the violence in the history. Although it is repeatedly said that the characters are in danger, no danger is actually ever shown. Violence and harm are implied. Actual historical events, such as the assassination of Medgar Evers, are referenced without any discussion of their significance beyond what is needed to get through that scene. I call it Disneyfication of history, and I don't like it.
Still, it's a recommendable movie, and worth checking out.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
