Showing posts with label Rosario Dawson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rosario Dawson. Show all posts

Friday, December 12, 2014

Top Five


Review by Joseph Anthony

Many consider Chris Rock one the best standup comedians of the last several decades. Unlike most comedians, his is a household name. Just as many people consider Rock a movie star (GROWN UPS, THE LONGEST YARD). But Chris Rock, as stated in recent interviews, disagrees. He pointed out that his film career is filled mostly with decent to forgettable films. His most memorable performance may be for voicing a zebra named Marty in the MADAGASCAR films – Rock has said that the first MADAGASCAR film made more than all his other films combined. It’s no wonder then that for the first time in his career Chris Rock is striking out on his own by writing, directing, starring and even editing TOP FIVE.

Friday, August 22, 2014

Sin City: A Dame to Kill For

Review by Bob Ignizio

To quote the Ramones, “Second verse, same as the first.” That about sums up Frank Miller and Robert Rodriguez' SIN CITY: A DAME TO KILL FOR. Arguably, it may even be a better overall film than its predecessor, 2005's SIN CITY, but now that the novelty has worn off the film's hyper stylized black and white blend of live action performances and digital sets, it loses some of the impact it might otherwise have had. That means DAME has to rely more on its stories, which as is the case in the comics these films are derived from, tend to be less interesting than the way in which they're presented.

Friday, January 24, 2014

Gimme Shelter

Review by Pamela Zoslov

It's really hard to criticize a filmmaker whose previous work includes a short called “Puppies for Sale,” which sounds excruciatingly cute (a young boy chooses a handicapped puppy at a pet store, and everyone, including the pet store owner, learns a valuable lesson). Writer/director Ron Krauss has his heart in the right place, having spent an entire year in a shelter for pregnant teens. That experience was the basis of his new film, GIMME SHELTER, which has almost nothing in common with the Maysles brothers' Altamont documentary of the same name.

Well-meaning it is, with heartwarming messages about survival, family, love and faith. Vanessa Hudges, an alumna of HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL, plays Apple, not the daughter of Gwyneth Paltrow, but the 16-year-old daughter of a drug-addicted prostitute, June, played ferociously by Rosario Dawson. Apple, whose name is really Agnes but prefers the nickname bestowed on her by the father she never met, runs away from her abusive, drug-addled mom and embarks on a hard life on the streets. She finds her way to the suburban New Jersey mansion owned by her father, Tom, played by the constantly misused Brendan Fraser, where she is promptly handcuffed by police for skulking around the yard. Dad is a Wall Street executive but also a sweetheart, pinstripe suits notwithstanding. He waves away the cops and agrees to let Apple stay for a while, to the chagrin of his pert wife, Joanna (French actress Stephanie Szostak), who can't countenance this scruffy revenant from her husband's past.

It turns out that Apple is pregnant, which repulses Joanna so much she tries to ditch Apple during a clinic appointment. Tom and Joanna push Apple to have an abortion, so she runs away. Back on the streets, all kinds of bad stuff happens to Apple. She eats out of Dumpsters. A pimp (stereotypically black) tries to recruit her, but she hijacks the pimp's ride instead, crashes it and lands in a hospital. Life on the streets! In the hospital, Apple encounters a magically compassionate chaplain, Father McCarthy, who not only sounds like James Earl Jones but is James Earl Jones.

Still with me? Good. Now, Apple has no use for Father McCarthy's “God,” who has never helped her and let her suffer abuse in a series of foster homes. “God don't care about me,” she says, and kicks the good chaplain out of her hospital room. Apple's mom, with her drug-yellowed teeth, puts on a tearful act about wanting her back, but it turns out that's just for the welfare money (she's a Latina version of the monster mom in PRECIOUS). Father James Earl Jones gets Apple placed in a faith-based shelter for young unwed mothers, run by the saintly Kathy (Ann Dowd). We know she's saintly because the home's walls feature photos of Kathy with Mother Teresa and, er, Ronald Reagan. The character is based on Kathy DiFiore, founder of Several Sources Shelters, the apparent reason the movie was made.

There are things that are quite good in the movie — it is very competently directed and features strong, emotive performances, especially by Miss Hudgens. (Director Krauss is superior to Writer Krauss.) However, the ethnic stereotyping is disturbing: the aforementioned African American pimp, Dawson's histrionic Latina prostitute, so tough she spits in faces and wields a razor blade between her teeth. Furthermore, the narrative, after a promising start, turns flabby, and fails to explore some of the interesting elements suggested. For instance, what was going on all those years ago between future Wall Street Dad and future Street Whore June? An ill-fated "West Side Story" romance? We'd like to know, but all we find out is that they “went out a few times.”

Apple is transformed by the compassion and camaraderie among the other residents at the shelter, though the process by which this happens isn't entirely clear. Some of the girls resent the rules of the shelter, which require them to do a lot of fundraising, stuffing envelopes and holding posters of their babies' cute faces to solicit donations at church. Are they being exploited? At least one resident girl thinks so, but the story doesn't go there. Eventually, Apple, chastened by motherhood, realizes that her shelter “sisters” are the only family she's ever really had. And we, the audience, have the feeling that GIMME SHELTER isn't so much a drama about a troubled teen as a well made anti-abortion tract/infomercial. 2 1/2 out of 4 stars.

Friday, April 12, 2013

Trance

Review by Bob Ignizio

Danny Boyle's TRANCE is the latest puzzle movie that hopes to task viewers with determining how much of what they see is real and how much isn't. It's pretty simple, really. None of it is real, at least in the sense of depicting anything that resembles actual human behavior. In a genre founded on contrivance, TRANCE stands out as a film that feels particularly constructed.

But you know what? That's okay for about the first two thirds of the film. For that duration, we're treated to a reasonably gripping heist film. Simon (James McAvoy) is a gambling addict who works at an art auction house. As the film begins, he explains the rules employees are supposed to follow in the case of a robbery. Such a robbery then takes place, evidently masterminded by Franck (Vincent Cassell), another employee of the auction house. At first it appears that Simon is following the rules, doing his best to get the most expensive item to safety, but with the understanding that if push comes to shove, no work of art is worth more than his life. But then he inexplicably decides to play hero, and winds up with a bit of amnesia for his troubles. Or does he?