Stephen Soderbergh Like Spike Lee. Tell Your Friends.

Spike Lee: Artist. Pioneer. Crowd-sourcer.

     In the latest example of what is becoming an increasingly common trend of successful filmmakers asking the world for money to finance their projects via Kickstarter, auteur Spike Lee has taken to the crowd-sourcing site to finance his latest, as-yet-unnamed Joint.  His pal Stephen Soderbergh, the man behind Oceans Eleven through Thirteen, has pitched in $10,000.00 as well as an impassioned couple of paragraphs bemoaning the shrinking possibilities of the film industry and why we should support idiosyncratic filmmakers like Lee.

    It's an insightful post, and sweet, but even as more and more big names include Kickstarter as part of their fund-raising strategies, it's still hard to think of someone like Spike Lee needing to solicit donations to get his projects completed.  At least he's only asking for help with a pet project about the 'addiction for blood' unlikely to be seen by more than a few cinephiles.  When Marvel Studios starts asking for money to finance Thor 3, we'll know a line has been crossed.

The Venture Brothers- The Devil's Grip

Hank Venture and the Action Man, enjoying the hell out of life.

 The Venture Brothers is a show that is gleefully, unstoppably full- full of ideas, full of characters, full of plotlines that zig and zap between and around each other with little thought for whether they will ever meet.  The show’s fifth season finale, ‘The Devil’s Grip,’ is overstuffed.  It follows up on the cliffhanger from the end of the last episode, wherein Doctor Rusty Venture is crushed by a giant disco ball, it spends time with Hank and Dean as they adjust to their new lives with their godparents, it wraps up Gary’s Season-long search for meaning, and it continues to add elements to the show’s increasing complex mythology.  It can’t help but feel a bit bloated, but by now the show has learned to embrace its bloat.  It’s made a style of being overstuffed, and it’s learned how to use it to leave us wanting more.

                There are a lot of threads running through ‘The Devil’s Grip’ but the meatiest involves Hank and Dean.  After Doc’s brush with death, Sergeant Hatred ships the boys off to live with retired members of the old Venture team, Hank with Rodney the Action Man and Dean with jet-setting pederast Colonel Gentleman.  This season has seen the Venture twins grow further and further apart, and pairing them up with former members of their father’s team gives us a look into their possible futures.

                Hank, ever the good sport, seems like he’s going to be okay no matter what happens to him.  The Action Man leads a fairly boring life- he mostly just putters around his Boca Raton retirement home.  But Hank throws himself into the thick of it, gladly helping the Action Man seduce a fellow resident who Action Man’s been “trying to drill for, like, 40 years” and gamely participating in a fairly disgusting Team Venture burial tradition.  Hank and the Action Man seem to be the kinds of people who can make themselves happy no matter what their situation, even if their situation is dire at best.

                Things are less rosy for Dean, who’s been slipping into a sullen torpor ever since the end of the previous Season.  It’s hard to blame the guy- living with his sad-sack father and enduring the endless parade of costumed freaks who show up to fail all over his front lawn week after week would be enough to make any teenager a little morose- but this episode makes the case for Hank’s rose-colored outlook on life over Dean’s justifiable funk.  After all, no one wants to end up like Colonel Gentlemen, sitting alone with his memories and passing the time by watching Sabrina the Teenage Witch and cataloguing which appearances of Salem the cat featured an actual cat and which only had “that crappy puppet.”

                Matters between the brothers come to a head at the end of the episode, after they’ve returned to the Venture compound to have a proper burial for bite-sized former Team Venture member Paul Entmann, who the Action Man accidentally crushed under the base of his rocking chair.  Dean finally lets Hank on the dreadful secret he’s been carrying since the Halloween special- the two of them are clones.  Clones, Hank.  Dead several times over.  Hank considers this atomic bomb of information for a moment before responding with characteristic good cheer.  “That.  Is awesome.”  And he means it.  The Venture-verse can be a humiliating, soul-crushing place to live, but Hank has chosen to enjoy it.  Of late the writers have allowed Dean to have a human reaction to the insanity that surrounds him, but I wonder if he won’t find a way to integrate his earlier unfounded optimism back into his personality next year.  In a world this maddening, it may be the only way he can enjoy himself.

                That’s something that Rusty Venture, after over forty years in the business, has never quite learned how to do.  He begins the episode in a dungeon in the Monarch’s home.  Dr. Mrs. The Monarch tells him that she and her husband are going to torture him, and Rusty is prepared to again go through the motions.  Fake a little pain, maybe make an escape attempt, beg for a bit of mercy, and he’ll be home before dinner.  Only this torture session is a disappointment even by Rusty’s standards.  The Monarch is enthusiastic as ever to break his arch-enemy down piece by piece, but Rusty’s apathy and the Monarch’s incompetence prevent either party from getting what they want.  Eventually, the Monarch becomes so disheartened that he just lets his hostage go, and Rusty shuffles home despondent in the knowledge that even the Monarch can’t spare the energy to get that excited about him anymore.

                Of all the characters on the show, Rusty is the one most often stuck in a loop, failing to break out time and again and never learning from his mistakes, so it’s hard to believe that this new blow will inspire him to change, but kudos to the writers for finding new ways to reinforce just how low he has sunk.  The Monarch has a different, more interesting reaction.  After sitting forlornly in his room for a while, he makes an about-face and begins to revel in the limp torture session, cackling to his wife that it was all designed to break Rust’s spirit.  It’s hard to know whether this is actually the case or if the Monarch is just covering for his despair, but it doesn’t matter.  Like Hank and the Action Man, the Monarch has found a way to love the loop he’s trapped in, turning what might be a pitiful failure into an imagined triumph.  It’s odd to think of the Monarch as a healthy individual, but at he's embraced his situation and found a way to be happy.

                So maybe the message of Season 5 is to make the most with what you have where and when you have it, even if you don’t have much.  It’s a compromising, even depressing message for a show full of compromised, often depressed characters.  The producers have shown a remarkable ability to turn the compromises of life into television gold season after season, and let’s hope that we don’t have to wait two more years for them to keep doing it.  Bloated or not, The Venture Brothers clearly has material to be by turns depressing and hilarious for years to come.

Also-s:

• Another thing that happens in this episode: Gary and Sargent Hatred storm the Monarch’s cocoon in an attempt to rescue Rusty, Gary indicts the Moppets for killing Henchman 21, and the cocoon explodes.  Again.  It’s a good indication of how stuffed this episode is that these bits happen mainly in the background. 
• When Hatred approaches Gary about storming the cocoon, Gary cocks a stick he’s holding like it’s a gun.  Even when they’re about to change into costumes and assault a super-villain’s flying fortress, these characters still love to play make-believe. 
• The Monarch does vocal warm-ups before torturing Rusty.  Can't risk tripping over the tongue during one of those villainous monologues. 
• It looks like Colonel Gentleman and the Action Man will be moving to Rusty’s neck of the woods next Season.  With the cast continuing to grow, it really makes you wish they could switch to a one-hour format.
  
  

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Terrance Howard Joins Cast of M. Night Shyamalan's TV Show

Welcome to Wayward Pines.

Say what you will about writer/director/mystery M. Night Shyamalan, but the man has directed profitable movie after profitable movie, even as many of those movies have been panned as some of limpest, most overly self-important cinemata of our time.  Now he's making a television series called Wayward Pines, about a Secret Service agent who arrives in the sleepy, seemingly bucolic town on a quest to find out what happened to two other agents, and soon learns that he may not be able to leave.

The serial drama is set to debut in 2014.  Terrance Howard recently signed on to play the town's local sheriff, joining other heavy hitters like Matt Dillon, Carla Gugino, and Mellissa Leo in what promises to be the most lavish tribute to Twin Peaks ever attempted.

Pacific Rim

    Pacific Rim has almost everything you could want out of an action movie, beginning with spectacular special effects.  The movie is about a time in the near-future when ravenous, towering monsters called Kaiju- think Godzilla and a few hundred of his closest friends- emerge from an inter-dimensional rift off the coast of Hong Kong to stomp through the great cities of the world.  To counter them, the governments of Earth combine forces to create massive mechanical men called Jaegers, fighting robots controlled by human pilots.  Pacific Rim cost $190 million to produce, and it’s one of those movies where you can really see the money up on the screen- the battles between the Kaiju and the Jaegers are flashy, weighty, and imaginative.  The spectacle of seeing a slithering, 50-story beast throw a gigantic robot into a skyscraper is almost worth the price of admission by itself.

    What’s more, Pacific Rim has a director who knows how to use special effects with style.  Before helming this summer actioneer, Guillermo Del Toro directed Pan’s Labyrinth (2006), a movie acclaimed for its bold visual style and memorable creature effects.  Del Toro shows the same panache here.  The Kaiju come in many shapes and sizes- some look like fish, some like apes, some too otherworldly to describe- but all all share a pulsing, translucent menace.  You can tell that Del Toro and his team had a blast inventing them.  Even the non-battle-royal parts of the movie are fun to look at.  Del Toro dreams up a variety of distinct looks for the heroic Jaeger pilots, and he rarely misses an opportunity to fill a frame with some interesting detail, whether it’s a piece of Kaiju brain floating in a bottle or mist escaping from a nearby pipe.

    You may have noticed that I have yet to mention much about the movie beyond the visuals.  Make no mistake: the presentation is the reason to see this movie.  The story, although imaginative in concept, is pretty familiar in execution.  It revolves around Raleigh Becket (Charlie Hunnam), a storied Jaeger pilot who quit the biz after his co-pilot died fighting a Kaiju off the coast of Alaska.  As the Kaiju threat gets worse, Becket’s old commanding officer (Idris Elba) comes to pluck him out of his self-imposed obscurity, since he’s the best at what he does, and it’s time to reassemble the team, and let’s get those sons-a-bitches and save the goddam world!

    The plot, in short, should be familiar to anyone who’s seen Top Gun or Independence Day or any movie driven mainly by testosterone and machinery.  In fact, the plot is so clichéd, and the performances so broad, that you could make the argument that Del Toro is playing at satire.  Hunnam, in particular, is so breathlessly earnest that it’s hard to believe we’re not meant to roll our eyes.  Del Toro also has fun by casting the diminutive Rinko Kikuchi as Hunnan’s rookie partner.  The two don’t have much romantic chemistry, but Hunnam and Kikuchi make a visually amusing pair, he over six feet of standard-issue American action hero and she a pixie-ish waif.

    There are other touches of levity.  Charlie Day of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia is cast as a jumpy, Kaiju-obsessed scientist who wants to try and understand the Kaiju before beating the life out of them.  He travels to a slum of Hong Kong, called The Bone Slums, to question black market types who might be able to hook him up with a fresh Kaiju brain.  Day’s manic energy makes a nice contrast to the colossal, city-leveling fights that make up the movie’s core, but the best thing about his adventure are The Bone Slums themselves, which are rain-soaked, lit with piecing neon lights, and built under the massive rib-cage of a felled Kaiju.  It’s an imaginative location, and Pacific Rim is an enjoyably imaginative movie in almost every way that matters.

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Austrailian Heavy Metal Song Shames You Into Reading

In a world where the printed word is dying a slow, extensively documented death, it's good to know that some Australian heavy metal bands still have their heads on straight.  Musical comedy troupe Axis of Awesome has posted a pretty bitching music video called 'Rage of Thrones' decrying the legions of Game of Thrones fans who, like me, happily hopped on the bandwagon only after the television series debuted without ever having read the books.  Hooray for the illiterate and the thrash rock they inspire.

The Way, Way Back

    There are a lot of movies like The Way, Way Back.  It’s about a young teenager named Duncan (Liam James) who spends a wet, hot American summer suffering through his adolescent malaise and learning what it means to grow up.  It recalls the wistfulness of sincere coming-of-age movies like Stand by Me and The Sandlot as well as bawdy teenage comedies like Meatballs and Caddyshack.  It’s all a little familiar, but it’s all well-done, well-acted, and earnest, and should resonate with anyone who remembers what it was like to feel strange in their own skin.

    The movie’s most interesting selling point is that is has cast Steve Carell as a total dick.  Carell plays Trent, an egotistical, patronizing blowhard who’s dating Duncan’s mother Pam (Toni Collette).  In the movie’s first scene, Trent asks the reluctant Duncan to rate himself on a scale of one to ten.  Duncan says six.  Trent says three.  It’s interesting to watch Carell, so often cast as the eternal nice guy, play this preening jackass.  The movie doesn’t show much interest in giving Trent dimension, but he is fun to root against.  Duncan has another father figure: Owen, the listless, burnout manager at Water Whiz, the water park where Duncan works for the summer.  Affably played by Sam Rockwell, Owen is easy-going where Trent is uptight, fun where Trent is a buzzkill, empowering where Trent just grinds Duncan into the dirt.  Owen is stuck in a dead-end job while Trent is a financial success, but it’s pretty clear whom Duncan prefers and where the movie wants our loyalties to lie.  Duncan’s actual father lurks off-screen, notably absent.

    Duncan’s issues with his father, and his father figures, form the emotional heart of the movie.  It’s well-tread territory, but it’s easy to sympathize with Duncan, a poor kid caught in a tough situation, and Liam James uses his awkward body language and sheepish glances to sell the angst.  Trent and Owen may be more paragons than people, Trent remaining completely free of any redeeming qualities and Owen more quick-witted and nurturing than any waterpark manager has a right to be, but at Duncan’s age it’s difficult yet to see grown-ups as full individuals, so it works.

    Like the 1980s summer comedies on which it’s based, The Way, Way Back fills out its edges with supporting players and irreverent humor.  Allison Janney lets loose as a lushy, nosy neighbor who throws lavish outdoor barbeques in her backyard.  She, Duncan’s mom, and Trent form an adult playgroup who spend their time drinking and cavorting around town, giving Duncan yet another excuse to sulk.  It’s a cartoonish character, but the always-dependable Janney wrings a few laughs out of it.  Maya Rudolph and writer-director Jim Nash round out the cast as some of Duncan’s Water Whiz co-workers.

    The movie attempts to turn Water Whiz into a symbol of Duncan’s wayward adolescence, the one place in his life where he feels safe, respected, and free to be himself.  It works, but the characters aren’t fully developed enough for it to have the weight the movie wants it to have.  I wish the screenwriters had gone a little bit further in either one of their chosen directions, earnest coming-of-age tale on the one hand or slapstick summer comedy on the other, rather than trying to split the difference.  The Way, Way Back is a good movie, but it can’t quite escape the fact that there are already a lot of movies like it, and that many of them are better.

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Microsoft to Control Your Entertainment Options, Happiness

Former CBS President and current Microsoft media head Nancy Tellem.

Little-engine-that-could Microsoft has been gearing up for months to debut the work of their newly minted XBox Entertainment Studios, which aims to turn the as-yet-unreleased Xbox One console into a one-stop shop for all things related to gaming, movies, television, web-browsing, and basically everything not involving work or sleep, although there's still several months until release.  With television and film veterans like Nancy Tellum and Albert Page hired to run the unit, Microsoft seems pretty serious about bringing its vision of a vertical entertainment monopoly to you- happy days may indeed be near again.