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Lehden selitys?

NY Timesin artikkelissa pohditaan, miksi uutissatiirit ovat niin suosittuja juuri nyt.

The hyped-up news cycle has been a boon to the fake news racket. For one thing, there is a steady flow of new material. And for another, a more informed public means a bigger potential audience. When Cat Stevens was barred from entering the country late last month after showing up on a terrorist watch list, Mr. Borowitz said he sat down to write a fake news story about it. ”You don’t have to start by saying to the audience, `See, there was this singer-songwriter from the 70’s named Cat Stevens,’ ” he said. ”In comedy parlance that was called the set-up. Now you can go straight to the punch line.” (Mr. Borowitz came up with ”Angry Cat Stevens Vows to Resume Singing: Broadcasts Threat on Al Jazeera.”)

Onko Lehden synnyn takana samoja motiiveja? Kenties.

Espoo Ciné 2004

Aloitetaan nyrpeästi. Näin festareilla kaksi dokkaria, joissa molemmissa oli mielenkiintoinen aihe ja jotka oli ryssitty ihan täysin paskalla toteutuksella: Yes Men ja Secret Glory. Yes Men sisälti paljon hauskoja tepposteluja, mutta minkäänlaista selkärankaa siinä ei ollut, ei elokuvana eikä dokumenttina. Jackass globalisaation vastustajille.

Secret Glory puolestaan todisti jälleen kerran, että asiasta voi tietää paljon ja silti olla sanomatta mitään. Kasa kohtauksia, vihjauksia, salaliittoja ja aivan kammottavaa kuvituskuvaa sai minut ensin uneliaaksi ja sitten vihaiseksi.

Sen sijaan Super Size Me ja La Pelota vasca. La piel contra la piedra olivat molemmat hyviä, joskin puutteellisia elokuvia. SSM:n ongelma on sen kapeakatseisuus, mutta toisaalta se enemmän kuin paikkaa moiset puutteet silkalla hyväntahtoisuudellaan. Spurlock on karismaattinen heppu, jonka toilailuja seuraa mieluusti. Jackassia pikaruoan vastustajille, siis.

Tissiohjaaja Lunan La Pelota vasca oli valtava pökäle, jonka sulattelu vaati hieman voimia. Sitäkin voisi moittia näkökulman puutteesta, mutta elokuvan lähestymistapana olikin kertoa kaikki Baskimaasta ja sen historiasta, ja siinä tehtävässä se onnistui mielestäni erinomaisesti. Alkupuolella vaikutti hetkisen siltä, että akateemikkojen puhuvat päät filosofisoisivat asioiden laidasta, mutta onneksi niin ei käynyt. Voimakkain kohtaus oli mielestäni kahden lesken – toisen mies vankilassa, toisen puoliso tapettu – haastattelujen ristiinleikkaus tavalla, joka kertoo inhottavan paljon terrorismin noidankehästä ja kuinka hankala siitä on päästä irti.

Weather Underground jumittui sitten erikoisella tavalla liian kattavan ja liian suppean välille. Katsoin kelloani siinä vaiheessa, kun elokuvassa puhuttiin Weather Undergroundin ensimmäisestä terrori-iskusta. Siihen pisteeseen pääsemiseen oli kulunut liki tunti. Vaikka taustatiedot vastakulttuurista, joka johti WU:n syntyyn, olivat varsin kiinnostavia, ne tuntuivat saaneen hieman liikaakin tilaa. Ainakin minulle jäi sellainen olo, että sain tietää taustoista paljon, mutta liikkeestä varsin vähän.

Hardware, I Inside ja Chik yeung tin sai olivat melko yhdentekeviä elokuvia tavalla tai toisella. Hardwarelle pitää nostaa hattua siitä, että valkokankaalle heijastettiin näyttäviä kuvia, vaikka budjetti olikin ollut ilmeisen pieni. Valitettavasti elokuvalla ei ollut mitään muita ansioita. I Inside on tätä mindfuck-genreä, joka on tehty Mementossa, Fight Clubissa ja Donnie Darkossa paremmin ja aikaisemmin. Mitään uutta ei siis ollut tarjolla. Ja Chik yeung… se oli tylsä honkkari-aktion jo ekalla kerralla.

Joten jäljelle jäävät vain Buongiorno, notte sekä festareiden päätöselokuva Diarios de motocicleta. Edellinen oli kauniin surumielinen kuvaus siitä, mihin eurooppalainen äärivasemmisto hulluimmillaan ajautui. Suomalaisen katselijan kannalta on sääli, ettei elokuva taustoittanut paljoakaan, mutta henkilökuvauksena sillä oli ehdottomasti hetkensä. Oli se kyllä pirun tylsä välillä.

(Hei, ainakaan en teeskentele olevani muuta kuin popkornin purija.)

Nuoren Chen toilailuista kertonut Moottoripyöräpäiväkirjat oli kaksijakoinen: Se sekä onnistui että epäonnistui. Road moviena se on komea, henkeäsalpaavan hieno kuvaus Etelä-Amerikasta sekä sen ihmisten kurjuudesta. Chen elämäkertana se on aika lattea, sillä Gaelin esittämä nuori lääkäri ei tunnu mitenkään liittyvän hahmoon, joka myöhemmin samosi pyssy kourassa pitkin maailmaa. Mutta jos unohtaa sen, elokuva on nautittava ja jopa koskettava.

Selections from the movie bin

When I find the time, I’m going to start penning more extensive reviews for our DVD blog. However judging by the amount of stuff I’m struggling with right now, that might be a while.

Enough chatter for now.

Dellamorte Dellamore

Wonderful stuff! Titties, zombies and weirdo social commentary. A must see.

Haine

Technically stunning with good acting from the leading trio and a message (that might be a tad simplistic but still important). Well worth seeing.

Lashou shentan

I’m speechless. A wholesomely silly gun ballad from Woo that’s quite enjoyable exactly because it’s so airheaded.

Ladykillers

The Coen bros’ downhill slide deepens. I’m sad.

Il buono, il brutto, il cattivo

Masterful work from Leone. Not a minute was wasted, not a square inch of screen real estate left unused.

Spider-Man 2

Better than the first, still overwritten at times.

Touching the Void

A real (in all senses of the word) survival story that combines bare-bones interviews with reenacments that add visual drive.

Safe

Why do the critics love Todd Haynes? Safe is okay but nothing to go wild about, if you ask me.

Rivières Pourpres

What a lousy carbon copy of Seven.

Invasions Barbares

A must-see. ’Nuff said.

Dummy

Jovovich is irritating as ever, the soundtrack is overwrought but still the movie holds some charm. Recommendable.

Gozu

Oh for fuck’s sake.

Producers

A real disappointment. I’m beginning to doubt if Brooks was ever funny.

Where Eagles Dare

A charming old school WW2 adventure romp with a powerful climax. Unfortunately the movie ends about an hour after that. A passable popcorn side dish.

Hafið

Impressive, beautiful, sad. Ignore Ebert, see this.

Out Of Sight

A career high for Clooney and Lopez. Not quite as enjoyable as Ocean’s Eleven, but then again the style’s quite different.

Misc movies

Backlog, backlog.

Houhokekyo tonari no Yamada-kun

If it’s Ghibli, it’s good. My motto still holds. The story of the Yamadas has a distinctive look that floats the movie even when the storyline falters. Not that there would be that much of a story anyhow; it’s mainly just thinly connected vignettes that sort of chronicle the life of an ordinary Japanese family.

However, it’s Ghibli and therefore damn good.

Smultronstället

I can value Bergman’s film as a character study. I’m not quite so sure I enjoyed it as a movie, though. All this probably means I’m a redneck who wouldn’t recognize a classy flick if it bit him in the ass (and my choice of words more than proves this), but I still find Bergman to be Tarkovsky’s equal ie. vastly overrated. Mighty fine artists, very boring filmmakers.

Siriuksen vieraat, Delegaatio

Matti Ijäs would definitely qualify as an auteur. He writes his own stuff, has a large oeuvre and a distinctive style. Plus I happen to like his movies, at least the ones I’ve seen.

Siriuksen vieraat was scripted by Arto Melleri of all people and unfortunately it shows – the whole thing is a bit of a mess, an artsy-fartsy semi-coherent story that doesn’t really gain anything from its would-be lyrical dialogue.

Delegaatio is a different story altogether. It’s funny, makes a point and isn’t too long. Quite simply it’s a damn-near perfect telemovie. Hilarious.

Scratch

How very, very boring scratching vinyl albums sounds like. And how very, very entertaining it can look. As a documentary Scratch really isn’t that special – the same things could’ve been told in a five-minute infomercial, but as timewaster the movie works. DJ Shadow and the other diggers, the unbelievable bodyrockers (or whatever it was called) and standard-fare keeping it real chitchat make this a nice romp into one of hiphop’s less appreciated footnotes.

Hotel Room

So even Lynch can fail at times. His segment in Hotel Room is just pure ellipsis. The second sequence in this ultra-cheap HBO teleplay is the best but that still isn’t saying much. Better steer clear of this one.

Good DVD news

A staple of modern Finnish television comedy is finally being released on DVD. According to a story by STT, the Julmahuvi DVD will be published some time next year.

More than 100 already

I’ve kept my pace lively this year, haven’t I?

My Big Fat Greek Wedding

I think my vomit is covering the telly. Horrible, lazy writing, no acting to speak of et cetera. Two thumbs down.

Zelig

Woody’s been enthralled by the possibilities of the medium and forgot to write a movie around them is my theory of Zelig. The retouched documentary footage looks absolutely real all the way through and this was ten years before Forrest Gump and CGI. There are some great lines in there as well but on the whole Zelig is very dissappointing, at least compared to Annie Hall.

One thumb up but sort of wiggling to the side.

Casablanca

Casablanca kicks ass. If you’re a cinematic neonate who has yet to see this masterpiece (just like I was not two years ago), what are you still waiting for? Casablanca is one of those classic movies that work on their own without the benefit of a doubt of their historical context which is a rare thing indeed. During a screening of Bronenosets Potyomkin I dozed off for some fifteen minutes and Metropolis was watchable only on fast-forward.

Not so with Casablanca. Did I already say that it kicks ass? Two thumbs up.

House of Sand and Fog

Excluding one poorly written supporting character and the perfunctory role of one family member – you’ll know what I’m talking about when her/his Big Scene lurches closer – this was one enjoyable tragedy, if that is not a contradiction in terms.

Say what you want about Sir Kingsley, but in my opinion his acting is always razor-sharp. House of Sand and Fog includes a few scenes that tread the fine line between genius and stupidity, and were it for a lesser actor, they would surely fall on the demented side.

Two thumbs up.

Dark Star

Spare me, no more! No more! Why the hell didn’t anyone tell me that Dark Star is a total and utter turkey? We’re talking Battlefield Earth grade-of-awfulness here. Even thinking about Dark Star is making my head ache.

Two thumbs down (or if you’re in an appropriate frame of mind, two thumbs up).

Troy

Of the two early summer fx movies, Troy was easily better. Unfortunately that doesn’t mean much TDAT being the reference point. So the dialogue is clunky, reminescent of Legolas’ mindnumbing elven anecdotes in the LotR movies (wonder why that popped into my mind). And the acting is, well, uhm… I mean this is Brad Pitt we’re talking of. Brian Cox is actually quite fun to watch, as he goes into his best evil ruler mode, which is pretty good. I mean he’s evil in an enjoyably over-the-top way.

The trailers have been trying to sell the movie on it’s epic scale. So there are a thousand ships and tens of thousands of men, but the battles don’t really deliver. There’s just too much stuff going on with too much rapid-fire editing. What the movie really shines in, however, are the duel scenes. Excellent swordplay choreography, imaginative cinematography and wonderful use of sound perfectly capture and convey the feeling of being beaten with a heavy sword.

The runtime (163 minutes) is just a bit too much but still doesn’t feel quite as long as I’d expected. Obviously the movie is full of factual errors, but as the phrase in IMDB explains, It is our policy to exclude differences between films and their source material as goofs. Then again nobody goes to see a Hollywood actioner and expects historical accuracy, right? Right?

I’d give it at least one thumb up.

Swimming with Sharks

The movie has three things going for it: Kevin Spacey as an asshole executive (my fav line must’ve been You’re happy. I hate that!), the setting (movies about moviemaking or – in this case – Hollywood are interesting a priori) and the surprise ending.

On the other hand, the dialogue gets a bit on-the-nose at times and the whole torture thing was a bit silly. Please do tell me in which order you, dear reader, would perform the following acts of cruelty? a) Cutting someone’s hair so that his receding hairline shows, b) inflicting paper cuts on the tongue and c) throwing various spices (think mace) on that same someone’s face, including his eyes?

I thought so. In the movie they go for c, a, b. A minor complaint, I know, I know, but it still bugged me. As a movie critic it is my prerogative to pick all the nits I see fit.

In any case I’m holding my final judgement until I see Altman’s The Player. One thumb up.

Welcome to the Dollhouse

Brilliant stuff. Solondz is master of the uncomfortable, which actually means that his vision of the world is acute and he isn’t afraid of poking the sores to find out what’s causing the pain. The movie has so many things going for it. For one the acting is adamant and considering that the protagonists are all kinds, it’s all the more amazing. The scenes with the little sister just dancing around in her tutu are perfect and need absolutely no dialogue.

The only thing I can complain about at all would be the parent’s one-dimensionality. I mean I don’t expect them to turn around actually care about Dawn but they could’ve had at least one other personality trait.

Three thumbs up!

Quickie

First day at work, got over 15 euros in tax return, one CD and three excellent DVDs arrived in the post, and I’ve got tickets to both Troy and The Day After Tomorrow.

Bliss.