Showing posts with label Macy Gray. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Macy Gray. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Cardboard Boxer Is A Masterpiece Of Everyday Tragedy.


The Good: Amazing performance by Thomas Hayden Church, Great direction, Decent character, Tone
The Bad: Embodies a strong sense of reality without theme or catharsis, Supporting characters are ill-defined.
The Basics: Thomas Hayden Church rules the screen with the understated epic of homelessness in America: Cardboard Boxer.


In modern American culture, there are few more monstrous constructs as bum fighting. Years ago, shows like American Dad! woke viewers up to the concept of bum fights. Rich, predominantly white, young people would hire homeless people to fight for their amusement and ridiculously small sums of money. The social and economic problems of homelessness and poor health care for the mentally ill have not dissipated and, sadly, neither has the reality that people with money continue to use the poor for their own craven desires, including bum fights. As Oscar Pandering Season hits its stride, one indie film is exploring the ugly phenomenon of bum fights. The movie is Cardboard Boxer what it lacks in duration and celebrity power, it makes up for in social message, direction and acting quality.

Arguably the last great movie that bothered to explore homeless issues was The Soloist (reviewed here!). Cardboard Boxer replaces Robert Downey Jr. with Thomas Hayden Church and Jamie Foxx with Terence Howard for star power, but Knate Lee's film is less about flash and more about substance. Cardboard Boxer is bleak and depressing, exactly as one might expect from a film about homelessness and exploitation. Writer and director Knate Lee does not strive to make a flashy movie and he succeeds; by the time Thomas Hayden Church as Willie delivers the line "I don't want to die alone," the viewer is thoroughly depressed.

Willie is a homeless man, living on the streets of Los Angeles, where there are people who go out of their way to ransack the homeless people in alleyways. After the latest attack, Pope - a man who formerly lived on the streets and now drives a cab - comes through and promises to look into the incident, loaning Willie a blanket to replace his stolen one. While dumpster diving, Willie finds a girl's diary and he uses what money he has to buy flashcards so he can learn how to read cursive handwriting to read the diary.

One night, some rich white kids roll into the neighborhood offer the clearly mentally ill brute Skillet $50 to fight anyone who will step up. Willie approaches the car, is attacked and knocks Skillet out, while J.J. and his friend film it. Willie uses the money to get a motel room for the night, where he cleans up, eats and watches television. Willie tries to help out a war veteran and a dog, but is frequently abandoned - though he helps Willie clean up one night by writing him a new sign. As time goes on and Willie continues to feel more and more despondent, J.J. brings an audience into the slum to pay Willie to fight for his amusement and that of his friends. When Skillet walks upon one of the fights, tragedy ensues.

Cardboard Boxer is a brilliant character study, even if it is a homogeneously depressing exploration of human sadness. While bum fights pop back up in the narrative, Cardboard Boxer is such an intense study of Willie and the war veteran Pinky that by the time J.J. returns to the film, the viewer has pretty much forgotten about the first fight.

Willie might well be Thomas Hayden Church's greatest on-screen role. In Cardboard Boxer, Church most frequently plays opposite a partially-burned diary accompanied by his own voiceovers. It's a tough thing to make that watchable; Church makes it riveting. Thomas Haden Church embodies Willie with minimal ticks and no flair, which nails home Knate Lee's point that Willie is like everyone who watches the film at the basic human level. Cardboard Boxer has Church working without his trademark smirk, scowling and mumbling through the role of Willie with heartbreaking precision. It is a shame that Cardboard Boxer will not draw enough attention in cinemas to get Church a much-deserved Oscar nomination.

Terrence Howard is vastly underused in the role of Pope and while Boyd Holbrook is good as Pinky, the role of Pinky is more a statement on the deplorable conditions war veterans suffer than a well-rounded, actualized character. Rhys Wakefield plays J.J. with an appropriately monstrous arrogance, but the role is basically a generic villain without any real subtlety or depth.

Cardboard Boxer is unrelenting in its tone and sense of realism and Knate Lee smartly minimizes the use of soundtrack in the film. Lee creates a film that is both beautiful and heartbreaking with Cardboard Boxer and I cannot recall a film in recent memory where a single shot truly stood out, like a powerful and memorable photograph; Cardboard Boxer has that in a shot of Willie in profile at a burn barrel fire after Pinky has abandoned him.

While Cardboard Boxer is supposed to lack flair to capture a sense of realism and tragedy, the film is unrelenting (just as life on the streets, homeless, is). But because there are no themes and no solutions within Cardboard Boxer, there is minimal entertainment value in the film. Cardboard Boxer is not intended to entertain, but rather educate, but I'm not sure who the intended audience is. Virtually everyone knows about homelessness and poverty as problems in the United States and the world, but most people are unable to personally tackle those problems themselves.

Knate Lee and Thomas Hayden Church are successful with Cardboard Boxer in getting viewers to stop and consider the desperate human cost behind poverty, homelessness, and exploitation, even if the film is unlikely to lead to any form of change.

For other movies currently in theaters, please check out my reviews of:
Other People
Zoom
Spaceman
The Whole Truth
Pete's Dragon
Suicide Squad
Nerve

7/10

For other movie reviews, please check out my Film Review Index Page for an organized listing!

© 2016 W.L. Swarts. May not be reprinted without permission.
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Friday, August 31, 2012

Oh My Gosh, Do I LIKE Macy Gray?! On How Life Is


The Good: Decent lyrics, A unique sound, Some of the music actually rocks
The Bad: Some of the music
The Basics: A generally soulful album, Macy Gray's On How Life Is rises to the occasion of presenting a legitimate artist well.


In perhaps the moment of greatest anti-celebrity cruelty of my life - which I seem to have no problem sharing with an audience of strangers - I recall the moment I first heard "Why Didn't You Call Me" by Macy Gray. Earlier that day, I had seen a picture of Macy Gray in a long coat and - even outside the mass of her hair - the overwhelming impression left by the photograph was that Macy Gray was a woman with an unusually, some might say "freakishly," large head. Gray's disproportionately large head, in combination with having heard "I Try" at least two hundred times by that point, led me to the cruel thought, "Have you seen yourself, you bobble-headed freak?!" the first time "Why Didn't You Call Me" came over my radio. Perhaps that's why the liner noted to On How Life Is, Macy Gray's breakout album, only features photographs of her head.

Or, perhaps, unlike so many pop artists at the turn of the millennium, Macy Gray was a serious artist, marketing her art and not herself.

With only ten tracks, On How Life Is is certainly not the most ambitious album I've ever heard, but it is a consistently decent one. I attribute this to the strength of the lyrics, all of which are written by Macy Gray. Gray is an able poet, as is clearly evident in the opening to her smash hit "I Try," "Games, changes and fears / When will they go from here / When will they stop / I believe that fate has brought us here / And we should be together / But we're not." Even without the music, Gray's writings contain the poignant stops that make for wonderful poetry. Hers have punch.

On How Life Is is an unabashedly sexual album, with "I Try" being surrounded by "Caligula" and "Sex-O-Matic Venus Freak." "Caligula," appropriately enough, explores an unhealthy sexual relationship involving dominance and lust and "Sex-O-Matic Venus Freak" seems to just relish in the joys of sexual exploration. Are they the best tracks? Well, "Caligula" might be, but there's a strange juvenile quality to the latter track that makes it seem less profound.

Where Macy Gray succeeds most, perhaps, is on her gospel-lyriced pop-sound "I Can't Wait To Meetchu." "I Can't Wait To Meetchu" is a disarming little Christian-rock song about the desire to meet god. Gray sings it quite directly with "Love the life I'm livin though I'm lookin forward to the day I die / Oh my lord, I can't wait to meetchu." Normally, this sort of song would just creep me out, but Gray sells it with soul and a unique flavor.

Macy Gray's sound is a strong female vocal presence that blends soul and pop in a way that I haven't heard since "It's Rainin' Men." She's got a bit of a funk edge to the music that backs her, which may or not be her choice as she only co-wrote the music on two of the ten tracks. It generally works well for her, though her best songs are the softer "Still" and "I Try."

The thing about the music is that Macy Gray is one of an increasing number of pop artists who neither plays their own music nor writes much of it. Nor is she backed by real musicians. This entire album is engineered, musical backings produced in a studio using samples, generic instrumental sounds and in that way, the album lacks some soul.

Where it makes it up is in the voice and lyrics of Macy Gray. While some of her songs are just weird ("Sex-O-Matic Venus Freak" and the outright ghetto revenge song "I've Committed Murder"), the ones where she sings about universal themes of love and loving, she makes it work. Gray's voice, while annoying after hundreds of spins of her major hit, is unique and it works well. She has an articulate, strong voice that is unique on the radio.

Who would have guessed that after having such a negative reaction to her (when I first heard "I Try," I loved it, it was after it was constantly on the radio that my distaste for it grew), I would find myself wishing to hear more from this genuine artist?! The best track is "Still," the worst is "I've Committed Murder" (the inane question "Would you?" near the end of the song is just unforgivably bad).

And, for the record, no one deserves not to be called, so either don't say you'll call or call her. Even Macy Gray.

For other true originals, check out my reviews of:
The Best Of Sophie B. Hawkins - Sophie B. Hawkins
Extraordinary Machine - Fiona Apple
My Better Self - Dar Williams

7/10

For other music reviews, please visit my Music Review Index Page for an organized listing!

© 2012, 2007 W.L. Swarts. May not be reprinted without permission.

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