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Great Movies! But Oscar Choices? Here are the Predictions


From Mary Burgan. Email her at mary[AT]borderstan.com.

moviefanLast year when I made my predictions about the 2012 Academy Award winners, I was very cranky about the prospect that some really mediocre films would walk away with gold statuettes. I’m in a much better mood now because I think that most of the films I’ve seen in the past several months have been wonderful.

But I will be cranky about “the past several months” part of that statement.

I hate the fact that Hollywood holds back its Oscar contenders until the season after Thanksgiving in order to — what? Keep them fresh in voters’ memories? Cash in on holiday movie-going? Get publicity enough to make people pay the outrageous prices to see them? Thus, we have to wait all year for the really good films, and then consume such a surfeit of them that we can’t sort them out fairly.

Is it Jennifer Lawrence who’s in Zero Dark Thirty or Jessica Chastain? Or Amy Adams? I wish the movers and shakers out there would let us see a few good films before November.

Best Picture

This year, though, my Oscar choices are almost as difficult as my predictions are iffy. I am clear that the Best Picture award should go to The Life of Pi. My second, sentimental choice would be Beasts of the Southern Wild. The award will probably go to Lincoln, and that wouldn’t be a terrible choice, whereas Django Unchained might make me think about jumping off the 14th Street Bridge.

I wouldn’t be tempted to jump, by the way, if any of the others got the prize. They are all exceptionally fine films, though for very different reasons.

Best Actor

For Best Actor, I must go with the front-runner, Daniel Day-Lewis, for his portrayal of Lincoln. Nevertheless, I get a sense of real genius working in Joachim Phoenix in The Master. Day-Lewis does everything right, but Phoenix seems to cast all calculation aside in acting the role of the drifter Freddie Quell. He gives off the aura of a strange, unsettled and unsettling personality. Again, the other nominees in this category would be sure winners in a weaker season.

Best Actress

For Best Actress, the Academy will probably go for Jennifer Lawrence for Silver Linings Playbook, though more serious connaisseuses would give the Award to Emannuel Riva, who plays the dying piano teacher in Amour. I think I’ll have to side with the connaisseuses: The dignity that Riva gives to the agony of dying in that film is unforgettable. For the sheer joy of living, though, I’d vote for Quvenzhané Wallis’ Hushpuppy in Beasts of the Southern Wild.

Best Supporting Actress

My absolute top choice for Best Actress would have been Helen Hunt for her portrayal of a sex therapist in The Sessions. But then Hunt never got nominated in that category and was relegated, instead, to the Supporting Actress category — a real mistake in my estimation.

I don’t resent the fact that the Oscar will go to Ann Hathaway. She showed her acting chops in Rachel Getting Married (2010) and, besides, I wept buckets during her rendition of “I Dreamed a Dream” in Les Mis. Sally Field does a fine, controlled piece of acting in Lincoln, and she could possibly win because musicals are not as respected as historical epics.

Best Supporting Actor

As for the Supporting Actor race, I have to make one pick and confess confusion and indifference for the rest. My choice would be Tommy Lee Jones for Lincoln. He manages to create passion from underneath a preposterous wig, though one that seems true to the photographed appearance of the historical Thaddeus Stevens.

Best Director

And finally, there is the prestigious Oscar for Best Director. It’s clear that I favor Ang Lee, especially if The Life of Pi does not win the nod for Best Picture. The award will probably go to Spielberg for Lincoln, though; I think he’s the favorite this year. I would give the Directing award to Benh Zeitlin for Beasts of the Southern Wild and let a new kid win one of the big ones for a change!

But I am content. There are too many good choices to quibble about the winners in 2013. (Except Quentin Tarantino, of course.)

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A Look at Two Very Dark Oscar Nominated Films


From Mary Burgan. Email her at mary[AT]borderstan.com.

"films"Two films among the Oscar contenders have arrived on local movie screens very late. Both have gained a great deal of respect and talk since their release, so I went to see them with great expectation and some hesitation. Both had a reputation for grimness. The first is the American film Zero Dark Thirty, and the second is the Austrian Amour.

Do you know what “zero dark thirty” means? It’s a  a great name for a movie but the director, Kathryn Bigelow, won’t tell you. She either believes that everybody knows military language of its title, or she likes the mystery of it.” (You can Google “zero dark thirty” and find some arguments about its exact meaning in military lore.)

The illegibility of the title phrase, like the inaudibility of some of the back-and-forth of the spy lingo and the confusion of incident in the film are parts of its allure. And they are also parts of its problems, especially at the beginning. The narrative careens from one relatively complicated dead-end to the next. But finally Zero Dark Thirty settles down to the tracking of the courier who led to Osama bin Laden, to alerting the team of SEALS, and to executing the operation in the dead of night.

And when we get to that “zero” point, I think we have an excellently made film that refuses to give in to censorship of the events–or to political posturing about their effect. There is the breathless relief of the female agent, played without fanfare by Jessica Chastain, who doggedly traced the clues to the compound where the Al-Qaida leader lived.But the dark, dark image of a bullet hitting the chest of an already dead man speaks the volume that we need to read.

Amour is directed by the respected Austrian film-maker, Michael Haneke, and its grimness is not surprising to those who’ve seen earlier of his films. He gazes closely at everything — the smallest gestures of daily life, the merest details of kitchens and bedrooms, and the faintest signals of human character.

As the film progresses in its slow pace, it depicts the gradual dissolution of an elderly woman, once a distinguished music teacher, and her husband’s steady care for her. The roles of the couple, Georges and Anne, are played brilliantly by two distinguished French actors, Jean-Louis Trintignant and Emannuelle Riva.

But there is very little light, or life, in the Paris apartment in which the couple complete their lives together. Twice, when a window is left open, pigeons intrude, carefully shooed out by Georges. And there is one brief strain of Schubert, but mostly silence, except when Anne reaches her agonizing end.

I won’t spoil the ending, partly because I’m not sure of its details myself. But I agree that the title to this dark film should be the French word for “love.” It is a striking story of undeviating devotion.

I will tell you, though, that if you are an aged, or aging, person, you might want to stay home and watch an American film, like, say, You Can’t Take It With You. Actually, you might need to check out the light and life of such a comedy if you do go to see Amour. You’ll need to dissipate the darkness, for in Michael Haneke’s film, the end of life is “zero at the bone.”

Next:  Oscar Picks

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The Life of Pi and Django Unchained: An A+ and an F?


From Mary Burgan. Email her at mary[AT]borderstan.com.

moviefanAnyone who read The Life of Pi back when it was a best-seller in 2001 was apt to wonder whether the tale could ever be adapted to film.  Well, all praise to Ang Lee, the director of the current film; he has done the near impossible by bringing the novel to the screen.

In making The Life of Pi Lee has not only done the impossible, he has done it stunningly.  When you go, take the 3-D option; it’s really worth it for this film, where the third dimension really does occur! The images are beautiful and exciting.  They serve the fable far better than any animation could (though there is a lot of CGI* in the film).

Why Not More Awards?

There is also wonderful acting by everyone, especially Suraj Sharma, playing Pi as a boy, and Irfan Khan, playing Pi as an adult, and the beautiful Tabu playing Pi’s mother.  I was so taken by the film and these actors that I wondered why The Life of Pi has not received more awards.  Perhaps it’s the provinciality of Hollywood?  The film community out there can give a nod to Ang Lee because he has done some fine film-making, and his name is easy to pronounce.  But Suraj and Irfan and Tabu are more strange and so remain unknown?

But the movie that Ang Lee puts them in is far, far better than its publicity has been.  I put off viewing it till late because I didn’t see how the novel could be filmed.  And because there was so little splash around its launching.  But I finally went out of a sense of duty as an amateur film critic, and I am glad I did.  For me The Life of Pi is probably the best, most beautiful, most exciting movie of the year.

Why the Allure of Django Unchained?

As for Django Unchained I am at a loss to explain its allure.  It seems to be the favorite film of many critics and film-goers, despite its punishing length.  And it swept two major Golden Globe awards the other night.  I hated it, myself, but I wonder what I’ve missed in a film that seems to me to be a huge, steaming pile of self-indulgent sadism.

Why do I respond so fiercely to this, and other, Tarantino films?  Have I been too affected by the Sandy Hook school massacre, not to mention gun violence in our own fair city?  Am I too much a literalist, and too ignorant of the memes of Spaghetti Westerns to miss the rollicking satire of Tarantino’s carnage? (Am I using the word meme correctly, even?)

Or. . .am I just too old?  These are sincere questions, Dear Readers, so if you have an answer to them, would you let me know?  Just write a comment, and I’ll read it carefully.  And try to take it to heart.

*CGI means “Computer Generated Imagery.”  So there.

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Les Mis and Anna Karenina: See the Movies, But Read the Books!


From Mary Burgan. Email her at mary[AT]borderstan.com.

moviefanI went to see Les MisĂ©rables at a Cineplex in the Bronx, having purchased tickets ahead as a gift for my sister. She rarely goes out to the movies… never in a theater so crowded as this one was on Christmas day–packed with an expectant and sassy Bronx crowd.

The excitement was high, and although my  sister insisted on voicing aloud, in Bronx style, her objections to the sentimentality of the redemption of Jean Valjean and the relative  (to her ear) of the music, I became totally involved.

Many in the audience were expecting spectacular effects, and we got them. And  we did not balk at the operatic conventions in the film; all the dialogue was sung. There was a bit of titter when the young lovers expressed themselves in rhyming riffs towards the end of the show, but that died down and we dissolved in tears at the final scenes.

The show stoppers of Les Misérables are well-known, and the film delivered them. Ann Hathaway did a fabulous job with her “dreamed a dream” song, which turned on the tear faucets for me. It was as if I were at the La Scala opera house in Milan, latching onto an aria. After a moment or two, the audience joined in to sing along. From Fantine’s demise on out, I was either in tears or close to them.

Opera lovers don’t judge opera by usual standards of verisimilitude or suspense. They know the story already, and they come to savor it. They expect the same old same old, but they love seeing some outstanding player give it new life.

Anna Karenina is like Les Misérables in that its story has also been told time and again. My Netflix queue counts at least seven film versions of each story. A new one seems to come out every twenty or so years. The wronged man learning to forgive over and over again despite being hunted by an obsessive jailer. But so noble in his compassion. The beautiful woman, arriving in St. Petersburg on a foreboding train, and falling so hopelessly in love as to throw her entire life at risk. But so tragic in her despair.

The current movie version doesn’t do justice to Tolstoy’s masterpiece, but neither does it fail to serve the enduring image of the tragic heroine. Kiera Knightley is wonderfully appealing (and dressed) in the title role. And although the insistence of the director Joe Wright and the screen-writer  Tom Stoppard in presenting the story as an ongoing play is distracting, the story remains as involving as ever. Knightley enacts the image of gradual personal destruction in the film, and Jude Law is heart-breaking as the deserted husband. In short, the new film evokes Tolstoy’s astonishing empathy with everyone in his novel.

My highly critical sister has informed me that she is now reading and savoring “the book” — Victor  Hugo’s huge history of Jean Valjean. And as I viewed the new version of Anna, I kept referring back to the book by Tolstoy, which I once taught in college classes. I think of older versions of the two stories on film as well. Somewhere in my childhood, I saw Frederick March as Jean Valjean and Charles Lawton as Javert, and I couldn’t rest until that book was in my hands. And my mother kept telling me that Greta Garbo was an unforgettable Anna. When I finally saw the black and white movie on TV, I had to agree with my mother’s judgment—a rare occurrence for me.

There is something archetypal in each work that invites repetition and eludes criticism. Their essential appeal transcends adaptation. So see the latest versions in the theaters, rent one or another of the old versions to watch at home, but READ THE BOOKs! They are the best versions of all.

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Lincoln: History in Costume


From Mary Burgan. Email her at mary[AT]borderstan.com.

"lincoln"I do not like movies that teach lessons. I find costume drama artificial, and I am deeply suspicious of history films punctuated by rousing (or pitiful) music designed to make us get the point. That means that I try to avoid films by Stephen Spielberg. I went to see Lincoln out of my sense of duty as a movie fan rather than  a burning desire to sample one more historical epic.

I was wrong. Lincoln is a really good film when it gets down to portraying the negotiations that went into getting the Thirteenth Amendment passed. It manages action and dialogue and setting wisely,  explaining what was at stake and why President Abraham Lincoln was so adamant about maneuvering Congress into doing the right thing at the end — only a month or so before his second inauguration… and his death.

Of course, the film shares the usual drawbacks of filming history. One is complexity. So many roles need to be filled in Lincoln that Spielberg must have auditioned all the TV actors that were  on hiatus from Law & Order or CSI for them. So one of the distractions of the movie is trying to figure out where you’ve ever seen the actor before Lincoln?  The venomous looking leader of the New York voting bloc — is that you, Jackie Earle Haley?  Jackie Earle Haley?  The last time I saw you in a movie, you were playing a spindly teenager in the long-forgotten indie movie, Breaking Away.

There is a lot of facial hair in Lincoln, and it can also distract. Nevertheless, Tommy Lee  Jones manages to break through his elaborate hair get-up to convey the passion of his original — the abolitionist Thaddeus Stevens. The other actors in Lincoln do almost as well, and you can find out how closely they follow their originals if you Google a few.

Daniel Day-Lewis did not need many physical changes to fit the role of Lincoln. From time to time he does seem more a figure in costume than the real man — the one sculpted in marble by Daniel Chester French, watching over us from the Memorial at the west end of the Mall. But as I got used to the movie, I realized that I was watching a fine performance by Day-Lewis.

I got the sense that the actor was melding all the history-book details about Lincoln’s posture and voice to create the portrait of a determined, downright leader who was not above the politics of coercion when sweet persuasion wouldn’t work. Day-Lewis’s performance is, then,  a wonderful piece of historical imagination.

There are, of course, other excellent parts in the film. I would count the performance of Sally Field as Mary Todd Lincoln among them. She and Day-Lewis enact a believable version of a long-term marriage that is full of give and take. And since Field is an actress who always seems over-eager, I was relieved that she acts with restraint in Lincoln, providing the domestic side-story needed to balance the historical account.

And so I sat through Lincoln willingly, despite my uneasiness about all the Spielbergian touches at its beginning — the gruesome images of ferocious battle, noble black soldiers asking for justice as the president pauses to speak to them, and young white recruits helping each other recite, for heaven’s sake, the Gettysburg Address!  (According to many scholars, that great statement did not become sacred text until after Lincoln died.)

But I stuck with Producer and Director Steven Spielberg, and I was rewarded with an engrossing version of a Lincoln at once idealistic and fully engaged in the messiness of getting significant legislation passed by a recalcitrant Congress. Sound familiar?

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Borderstan’s Most Popular Arts and Entertainment Stories of 2012


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A profile of artist Miguel Perez Lem by Eliza French made the Top in A&E in 2012. (Luis Gomez Photos)

It’s that time again… a look back before we start 2013. Like last December, we’re listing the most-read stories on Borderstan by category. Today are the Top 10 from the Arts and Entertainment section.

Remember that the web is forever, so they say. Posted stories continue to get hits long after originally going up on the site. As a result, some of the most-read stories for the year were sometimes published the year before — especially if they were published late the year before.

Top 10 Borderstan A&E Stories of 2012

These Arts and Entertainment stories were Top 10 most read in 2012 on Borderstan.com. Assistant Editor Rachel Nania and Editor Luis Gomez each had three of the Top 10 stories while Bordertan Movie Fan Mary Burgan had two, and arts writer Eliza French rounded out the list.

  1. Margin Call a Great Explanation of Financial Crisis, Great Recession  (Mary Burgan)
  2. Tropicalia: A Psychedelic Buena Vista Social Club at 14th and U Luis Gomez)
  3. Illuminate Connecticut Avenue: DCCAH Calls For Public Art Entries (Rachel Nania)
  4. A Bastille Day Salute: 10 French Films to See (Mary Burgan)
  5. Ibero-America Film Showcase 2012 Starts Jan. 19 (Luis Gomez)
  6. Adams Morgan Picked as One of “Prettiest Painted Places” in U.S. (Rachel Nania)
  7. Pics from 17th Street Festival: Did We See You There? (Luis Gomez)
  8. Tuesday at Stead Park Field: Watch “Grease” Under the Stars (Borderstan)
  9. Tonight! It’s the Annual 17th Street High Heel Race (Rachel Nania)
  10. Miguel Perez Lem: An International Artist with an Eclectic Approach (Eliza French)

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Life is the Best Therapy


From Mary Burgan. Email her at mary[AT]borderstan.com.

Mary Burgan, Borderstan Movie FanTwo Oscar- contending movies have been in theaters for a couple of weeks, entering without a whole lot of fanfare.  They are relatively quiet films that deal with characters who have sought to solve problems through therapy rather than the more dramatic measures, like murder or suicide, that influence voters in the movie award sweepstakes.

In The Sessions, a thirty five year-old man, played by John Hawkes, seeks relief from his virginal, partially paralyzed state.  He receives it, and in many ways beyond sheer physical sensation, through the ministrations of a sexual therapist played by Helen Hunt.

In Silver Linings Playbook two disturbed and angry characters, played by Jennifer Lawrence and Bradley Cooper, engage in patter about the psycho-tropic drugs in their first meeting as they embark on a combative relationship.

I found The Sessions extremely affecting, partly because John Hawkes does a marvelous job of acting from a prone position.  Yet we can imagine his inner position as our own — with its neediness, but also with its anxious, self-deflecting humor.  Equally important is the exquisitely nuanced performance of Helen Hunt, who brings a clinical coolness to her work — as well as a superbly conditioned body that, is unafraid of frontal nudity.

My partner in movie-going got it right when he remarked, “Movies that proclaim themselves about love are frequently just about sex.  The Sessions proclaims itself about sex, but it is really about love.” The whole thing left me happy and in tears.

Silver Linings Playbook did not have that sublime effect, but it’s not that kind of movie. It’s a  comedy, loud in every way, but especially in the aggressions of its two main characters. I’ve often wondered about the appeal of Bradley Cooper, who was named “Sexiest Man of the Year” by People magazine in 2011.

He has seemed just another, run-of-the-mill movie actor to me. That’s why his performance, especially in the opening minutes of Silver Linings was so surprising. Cooper digs into his role, conveying the aggressive optimism of a man recovering from a break-down with all kinds of physical gestures  and tics.

I had admired Jennifer Lawrence, who plays his companion nut-case (using the idiom of the working-class Philadelphia that is the setting for this film) from her fine performance in Winter’s Bone (2010). But I worried that her freshness might fade after her deserved success as Katness Everdeen in last year’s blockbuster Hunger Games. Her performance in Silver Linings settled my fears, for she enacts a fearless friendship that helps Cooper out of his mania. The play between the two is funny and serious at the same time.

There are several laughs along the way to a happy ending in the story of Silver Linings Playbook. Robert De Nero finally turns in a nuanced performance as a worried father, after his over-played venture into fatherhood in the Focker movie series. He and a number of surrounding characters — all trying to be helpful in their ways — exhibit the crazy obsessions of ordinary people.

Their kind of comedy is needed because no movie could sustain the tension of Cooper’s opening monologue for long without some kind of relief, and Silver Linings is a comedy, after all.

Karen Horney, a psycho-therapist from the last century, was humble enough to insist that “Life is the best therapy… when it works.” Each of these movies gives evidence of the truth and the hopefulness of that observation. So even though neither features elves or miracles, each seems to me to embody the spirit of this  season. If you want a happy movie for the holidays, then, go see The Sessions or Silver Linings Playbook.

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The Spies Who Play in the Cold: Skyfall and Argo


From Mary Burgan. Email her at mary[AT]borderstan.com.

"Skyfall"The season of new movies is upon us — many in the form of old movies repeating themselves. Hitchcock seems to be back in a bad HBO series and in what looks to be an acceptable film starring Anthony Hopkins and Helen Mirren.

If originality is what you’re looking for in a movie, you might decide to skip Skyfall, thinking that it’s all the old James Bond movies you’ve ever seen. But most Bond movies – involving at least three familiar, earlier actors — show a much more suave Bond than Skyfall does, and they feature of lot of sex with various bimbos.

The main bedroom scene from the current flick shows how exhausted and un-refreshed Bond is when it’s over, while the woman leaving the bed looks like a tired professional herself.

So although Skyfall promises more sequels, it is unlike many of its predecessors. Its hero seems to show that even being 007 gets stressful and unglamorous in middle age. And as a villain, Javier Bardem is unusually brilliant, and the inevitable Judy Dench finally gets to act a lot, though not for long.

Skyfall is not only different from the other Bond movies, but it provides  a bigger and more nuanced  version of the Bond formula. The fact that it’s been atop the box office lists for the past several weeks, shows that it has pleased many people searching for escape through the inventive use of character as well as special effects.

I don’t usually like the blow-ups in adventure movies, but I have to say that the opening sequences in Skyfall are wonderful.  Nevertheless,  the deadpan of Daniel Craig’s Bond can get tiresome. In contrast, Argo tells a real spy story with complex human beings, such as the one Ben Affleck plays.

Argo reenacts the tale of how a member of the CIA managed to take a half-dozen members of the American embassy staff out of Tehran by pretending that they are the crew for a movie company searching for a desert setting in Iran to make a Sci-Fi movie.

The film spends opening minutes laying out the situation in Iran in the late 1970s. The anger and methods of the young revolutionaries in that period is essential to understanding the dangerous situation of the six Argo hostages who managed to get out of the embassy and take refuge elsewhere. The direction of the mob scenes is so adroit that it should warrant  an Oscar nomination of Affleck for best direction in 2012

Of course, Affleck doctors the facts to make the story imply that  the whole rescue escapade was engineered and carried out by Americans alone, when a number of entities from other nations were actually involved. But despite the heightening of the facts by Affleck, the movie, like his own acting in it, is low-keyed with none of the Bond movie pizzazz.

I like spy movies that have enough intrigue to satisfy my puzzle-working instincts, but also a touch of romance, a bit of glamour, and a sense of the tragedy of always pending betrayals. There are two kinds of film that always tend to satisfy my requirements–movies by Alfred Hitchcock and movies based on the novels of John Le CarrĂ©.  If your tastes are like mine, you could order up one of these on-line — Notorious (1946) or the dark  Spy Who  Came In From the Cold (1965). No explosions or outlandish heroics, but characters that involve and plots that keep you guessing.

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Baseball at the Movies: What to Watch While Waiting Until Next Year


From Mary Burgan. Email her at mary[AT]borderstan.com.

"Baseball"Perhaps because I bought a couple of cheap tickets to see the Nats play a home game a couple of weeks ago, or perhaps because our young team made it to the playoffs, I’ve become a baseball fan. I’m now fully suck(er)ed into the excitement. And I’m ready to wait till next year.

So I thought I’d take in the only baseball movie in town, Trouble with the Curve. I have to admit that I wanted to see what Clint Eastwood is doing as an actor these days, after his bizarre stint as a political commentator at the Republican National Convention this summer. The fact is that his appearance in Tampa may actually have been based on his role in Trouble with the Curve — cranky, unpredictable, and profane. But he does it better in the movie.

Which is not to recommend Trouble with the Curve. It’s not a very good movie — long, with commonplace dialogue and motivation. It’s as leisurely as nine innings with no hits, no runs, no errors. It doesn’t teach much baseball to a novice like me, though I’ll remember the phrase “work the corners” as explaining the male  art of pitching. I thought it meant something else.

The best thing about Trouble with the Curve is that the acting is so good that it almost rescues the flat dialogue and plot, especially when Amy Adams does it. But if you want a better baseball movie, there are a few that tell the story very well. They tend to have sad endings, but then we Washingtonians know about tragedy in baseball. We stayed up Friday night not quite believing the highs and waiting for the low—which still hurt when it came.

The Ones to Watch

If you want to continue the season, I’d look for the following on line or at RedBox.

  • Bang the Drum Slowly (1974)—wonderful early De Niro film about the way a team can coalesce around a sick member in the batting order, even if he has been an irritating loser all his life. Michael Moriarty is the pitcher here, and he plays with all the subdued passion that makes him one of my favorite film and, mostly, TV actors.
  • The Bad News Bears (1976)—This classic is the only “children’s” baseball movie I’ll mention. Walter Matthau is terrific as the cigar chomping, foul mouthed coach, and he’s good. Even the kids are good.
  • The Natural (1984)—I’d rather have the women playing the game than appearing mysteriously to seduce or inspire. But then Robert Redford and Glenn Close and Barbara Hershey work hard to bring in the runs.
  • Bull Durham (1988)—Everybody’s favorite baseball movie, with baseball sex fielded by Susan Sarandon from Tim Robbins and Kevin Costner, plus the sweat and nerve when a pitcher is out there on the mound.
  • Field of Dreams (1989)—Costner at it again, and he does it well, but the story’s magic realism did not win me over.
  • Moneyball (2011)—a really good, though not exciting, film about strategy through stats—just the kind of approach that the Eastwood character despises in Trouble with the Curve. But Brad Pitt, ably relieved by Jonah Hill, radiates competence and fervor.
  • A League of Their Own (1992)—and a good one it is, by the girls. There IS crying in baseball. (See the Nats in the recent playoffs).

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The High Price of Going to the Movies: Hollywood, Are You Listening?


From Mary Burgan. Email her at mary[AT]borderstan.com.

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My grandchildren were visiting last week — a blast with the grandparents before school started. So I took them — two children — to the movies  at $13.00 each. We saw ParaNorman, the film their hearts, full of ad lore, were longing for. And I took the parents — two adults at $16.00 each. And myself — a senior at 13.25. There was extra for RealD 3-D. The  total bill was $71.25

But then, we had to have snacks. I was looking for popcorn and M&Ms. The popcorn was OK, but there were no traditional M&M’s for sale — only peanut or pretzel M&Ms.

I was so outraged that I bought a box of SnoCaps to pass around. The grandchildren were mystified and only ate a few of these;  they didn’t blend with the popcorn to give that special chocolate/popcorn taste that’s familiar to every American movie-going kid. The total bill was upwards of $30.

In one of the many commercials before the movie started, the camera pans over the Alps, the sea, and other sites of majestic nature before going into a familiar explosion as the screen image becomes smaller and smaller, finally shrinking to the size of an i-phone screen. A voice intones something about the loss when  such gigantic images are forced onto small screens. It’s clear that movie makers are worried that home movies will steal away their customers.

3-D seemed an answer until the TV industry introduced home 3-D television. And so now the only response seems producing blockbuster films that seem, by their size and special effects, to be inappropriate for the home  screen.

If ParaNorman is any example, though, Hollywood needs a better response. It needs to produce smaller, more intelligent, films, and charge less for them. ParaNorman could have been that kind of film if the demands of 3-D hadn’t  forced it to feature lunging ghosts in every second scene. The requirements of 3-D violated a simple little ghost story based on the Salem witch trials so as to fill every episode with close encounters of a too familiar kind where Puritan ghosts, all of whom needed the attention of a dentist, jump out of the screen. Confusing and Boring!

Hollywood seems infected by this too-much-or-a-good-thing strategy. I found it in The Dark Knight Rises and even in Hope Rises where there is a challenge at every turn, even when the plot lags. Meanwhile, little films like Celeste and Jesse Forever and Beasts of the Southern Wild keep people buying tickets rather than waiting till it comes out on Netflicks or Infinity. Those are terrific independent films that don’t require popcorn to add to their entertainment  value.

I like to go to movies at theaters, with real audiences, who laugh and cry along with me. I like needing to get dressed to go “out” rather than flopping on the couch to stare at my small TV screen for a random hour. But I would rather do that than pay another $100 to treat my grandkids. Hollywood, are you listening?

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