Showing posts with label Neil LaBute. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Neil LaBute. Show all posts

Sunday, May 25, 2014

On Some Velvet Morning, Stanley Tucci And Alice Eve Play Two Expert Manipulators!


The Good: Well-written, Amazingly well-acted, Decent direction
The Bad: Characters are uninteresting, Cinematically unremarkable
The Basics: Neil LaBute presents a play on film that is all about characters who are complicated and conflicted with Some Velvet Morning.


As I find myself with less and less time these days, I think it makes a statement when I make a choice to go to the movies to actually review new films. I’m not, for example, wasting my very limited time on Godzilla and my budget for indie films has been slashed. So, when I took the time to watch Some Velvet Morning based solely on the presence of Stanley Tucci in the film, it meant that I was, if anything, biased in favor of the film. The truth is, I think Stanley Tucci is one of the most underrated actors of our time. In Neil LaBute’s latest drama, Some Velvet Morning, Stanley Tucci is wonderful, even if the character he is playing is terrible.

That, though, is the essence of great acting; when an actor can completely disappear into a role and give viewers something completely different from what we’ve seen from them before. And in Some Velvet Morning, Stanley Tucci is unsettling and plays the role of Fred with a rage that is boiling just beneath the surface for much of the film that is unlike anything I have ever seen from him before. His character of Fred lacks the easygoing, loose body language charm of, for example, his character from Easy A (reviewed here!). He asserts himself as an actor who can truly do anything in Some Velvet Morning, which makes sense because of his strong theater background. Some Velvet Morning is essentially a play on film, so it is hardly extraordinary moviemaking, though anyone who enjoys character-driven, artsy movies or theatrical plays is likely to enjoy the experience.

Velvet is laying on her couch on a random morning, listening to music, when the doorbell rings repeatedly. She gets up and is shocked to see Fred standing in her doorway with all his luggage. Velvet cautiously invited him in and he reveals that he has left his wife of twenty-four years, Miriam, once and for all. Velvet suggests Fred call his wife, but he engages her in conversation, asking her for a glass of water and getting her to talk about where she is in life. She is reserved and tells him she has friends to meet. Fred draws out that his son, Chris, is still seeing Velvet, despite being married to a woman named Mandy. Fred begins to converse with and manipulate Velvet.

Upset when Fred refers to her as Velvet, ?? (we never learn Velvet's real name) insists that she is not the woman Fred remembers and she storms upstairs. Fred follows her and pushes her for the origins of the nickname “Velvet,” which is much darker than he ever imagined. But she quickly recants and insists she needs to go out. The two continue to verbally spar and when Velvet calls to let Chris know that she will be late, it makes Fred believe he can finally quit feeling love for his former mistress. But their conversation and their manipulations of one another continue, with Fred oscillating between anger and affection, disappointment and hopefulness.

What keeps Some Velvet Morning watchable is how the characters are layered and the film is not at all a monolithic or sterile as its setting (the entire movie occurs in a single house, in about three rooms and a stairway) would suggest. Fred is clearly a manipulator and long before his overt anger comes out, there is an impressive undertone of rage that he embodies early on as he simply insists that Velvet sit beside him. But while Tucci’s Fred is almost instantly characterized as a reprehensibly human being who is clearly manipulating Velvet, Velvet pushes Fred’s buttons and manipulates Fred as well.

To that end, Some Velvet Morning takes a bit of trust to keep watching. For the first half of the film, Some Velvet Morning is largely Fred working his game and his erratic nature makes it seem like he is emotionally beating the hell out of Velvet, but in the latter half, Velvet comes into her own. Velvet knows a game when she sees it and in the second half of the movie, she has moments of taking delight in the way she can push Fred and manipulate him. When Velvet details her history of prostitution with Fred, there are moments she clearly stabs at him with the intent to hurt him.

What surprised me most about Some Velvet Morning was Alice Eve. Eve seems to be typecast more often than not; indeed, she plays Velvet initially with a reserved quality that is virtually identical to her character from Star Trek Into Darkness (reviewed here!). But as Some Velvet Morning progresses, she starts giving a more layered performance. Velvet is smarter than she initially appears and she is onto Fred’s game. So, as Velvet begins to poke back at Fred, Eve manages to portray a similar level of deviousness. The moment Velvet first puts her hand on Fred’s knee, the viewer knows that she is playing Fred just as he is playing her. Alice Eve makes the move look effortless and she sells the “not by accident” body language, even as she delivers lines that make her character seem ignorant of her own power. Eve sell’s the film’s end and (without spoilers) when the movie takes a turn for the horrifying in the final nine minutes, it is her emotive abilities that unsettle and shake the viewer. For someone who has spent the film working another character into a boiling rage, Velvet becomes sympathetic when that yields a terrible result and Eve lands the moments in a way that jars the viewer.

Stanley Tucci is masterful in Some Velvet Morning. The only comparisons I have are that he plays the role of Fred as a cross between the intonations of Kevin Spacey and the body language of Brad Pitt. The combination is irresistible and it becomes distinctly Tucci’s own performance. In simpler terms, while there are moments that seemed familiar (Tucci’s moments of whimsy as Fred reminded me of Spacey’s performance in House Of Cards’s first season when Frank Underwood is on television and has an unexpected meltdown), it took so long for me to place why there was some familiarity to the film.

Neil LaBute fully redeems himself for The Wicker Man (reviewed here!) with Some Velvet Morning, though the scale of this film is much, much smaller. LaBute is an exceptional writer, but as a director, Some Velvet Morning makes him appear somewhat more mediocre. Some Velvet Morning is essentially a play on film and LaBute fails at some key moments to capitalize on the film medium. Most notably, he has the camera way too far back during a kiss late in the film. The moment lacks intimacy, he fails to capture the characters’ reactions and the moment lacks depth because LaBute keeps the full “stage” in shot as opposed to getting tight in on the characters.

That said, it has been a long time since I’ve seen a film with only two characters that actually held my attention and interest. Some Velvet Morning has some oddities to it (not the least of which is that the Production Designer gets third billing before the title in the opening credits!), but it manages to keep what could be a claustrophobic or unsettling film moving along in an entirely watchable way.

For other films with Alice Eve, please check out my reviews of:
Men In Black 3
She's Out Of My League
Sex And The City 2

7/10

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

© 2014 W.L. Swarts. May not be reprinted without permission.
| | |

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Nicholas Cage Runs From Being The Next Wicker Man In The Wicker Man!


The Good: Good cast
The Bad: Terrible acting, Predictable plot, Hammy, hammy acting, Nothing stellar in character
The Basics: While The Wicker Man starts with an intriguing hook, it quickly degenerates into Nicholas Cage running around screaming. Not worth your time.


No sooner had I recovered from my disappointment from watching Pulse than I found myself subjected to The Wicker Man, the 2006 remake of the 1973 screenplay by Anthony Shaffer. Reviewing The Wicker Man brought instantly to mind the exchange between C-3P0 and Han Solo in the middle of Star Wars: A New Hope, when R2-D2 is playing a game against Chewbacca. Solo advises R2-D2 to let Chewbacca win, to which C-3P0 declares, "No one worries about upsetting a droid." "That's because a droid don't tear your arms off when he loses," Solo responds. Watching The Wicker Man, all I could think was "No one worries about upsetting a Wiccan."

Edward Malus, a motorcycle cop in California, assists a mother and daughter on the highway when a truck collides with their car, killing both. Placed on the sick list, Edward works to get his nerves back and receives an intriguing letter from his former fiance in the mail from the station. This leads Edward to an island off Washington to search for his ex-fiance's daughter who may or may not exist, may or may not be dead and the viewer may or (let's not kid ourselves, this is the option that counts) may not care about.

The first five minutes of The Wicker Man are the best in the movie, being the most exciting, intriguing, well acted and well directed. During the first five minutes, Nicholas Cage is Edward Malus, beat cop. We believe him, he is a character, we care. After Edward journeys to Summersisle, the movie quickly degenerates into a film one would expect to see parodied in Scary Movie 5. Everything begins to break down. In fact, there is a precise moment when Nicholas Cage is running through a field of bees that I was watching the movie and was forced to acknowledge it was Nicholas Cage (not Edward) running through the field.

This disconnect where the actor falls out of character intensifies as Cage begins to yell at virtually every woman on the island. Edward is transformed from a quiet, introspective "law and order" guy to a screaming maniac and it doesn't fit the character. But it's easy to see Nicholas Cage in this in that we've seen him play angry characters before. As he yells and runs around, the sense that he is acting becomes lost to the idea that Nicholas Cage is on screen.

Sadly, while Cage breaks character from mild-mannered to freak, the rest of the cast is not graced with genuine character to begin with. The Wicker Man is populated by truly great actresses, though this is not a movie that exhibits the talents of any one of them. Ellen Burstyn, second billed, appears rather late in the movie as Sister Summersisle. Burstyn portrayed a wonderful, strong female character in one of my favorite movies, The Spitfire Grill (reviewed here!) and I recently saw her in Requiem For A Dream. In The Wicker Man, Burstyn exhibits none of her talents. In fact, Burstyn is playing Louise Fletcher as Sister Summersisle. Burstyn sounds and acts like Fletcher (best known as Nurse Ratchet in One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest).

Similarly, Frances Conroy, who earned my respect for her solemn, quietly desperate portrayal of Ruth Fisher in Six Feet Under (reviewed here!) is knocked further off her pedestal for appearing in this drecht. As with her performance in Catwoman (reviewed here!), Conroy is stuck in the role of "wise crone" and her part is simply an archetype role being filled. There is nothing genuine or distinctive about the character of Dr. Moss or Conroy's portrayal of her.

There is not another single actress in The Wicker Man who impresses the viewer. All of the castmembers play generic tree-hugging women who are ready to engage in human sacrifice to appease their deity. This part of the plot seems especially silly in this day in age and writer-director Neil LaBute seems to have no problem with making women look ridiculous and infantile or with mocking wicca.

On that front, I return to my comment from A New Hope. Wicca is an ancient religion and while it is not the mainstream religion of the United States, its practitioners deserve the same basic respect that we give people who practice Christianity, Judaism, Deism, Scientology, Hinduism or any other of the hundreds of religions out there. Somewhen it became chic to mock wicca and witchcraft and horror movies have a tendency to exploit that. The Wicker Man is an especially ugly interpretation of arcane Celtic-Wiccan religions and what offends me is the double standard our society tolerates. When Kevin Smith released Dogma, he received death threats. The Wicker Man portrays wiccans (and women in general!) as a hyperbole of brainless and/or bloodthirsty and nothing happens.

Oh yeah, that's because wiccan's don't tear your arms off when they lose.

Sigh.

The Wicker Man is a horror film that is not scary nor entertaining. The performances are almost universally bland and none of the characters have . . . well, character. This movie is not worth your time. It wasn't truly worth mine to write about it.

For other movies with Nicholas Cage, please be sure to visit my reviews of:
The Sorcerer's Apprentice
Kick-Ass
G-Force
The Family Man
Snake Eyes

2.5/10

For other movie reviews, please visit my index page by clicking here!

© 2011, 2007 W.L. Swarts. May not be reprinted without permission.

| | |