Despicable Me (2010)

There is, perhaps, no elegant way to begin an essay about this movie that doesn't leave something out. In Despicable Me, we have an unabashedly silly animated film that uses every trick in the book to appeal to the broadest market possible, while still maintaining some cohesion as a story. In this it succeeds, but just what that means for the film itself is quite another matter.

Like many of my peers, I grew up with a steady diet of some of the great animated films of the past century. Many happy days were spent watching the classics of Disney, and when new ones - Aladdin and its sequels, The Lion King, Mulan, Pocahontas, and Fantasia 2000, just to name a few - hit the big screen, I soaked those up with all the vim and vigor a slightly neurotic prepubescent could muster. But as we all now know, the world of animation was in transition. With Toy Story and A Bug's Life, Pixar was changing the way we look at animated films; the introduction of the "Best Animated Feature" category at the Oscars allocated some long-overdue accolades to films that had long been passed over for major hardware (Beauty and the Beast, which lost to The Silence of the Lambs in 1991, remains the only animated film considered in a 5-nomination format). Nor were Disney and Pixar the only production companies devoting serious effort (and money) into legitimizing animation's seat at the table of respectable film.

The genesis of this trend, if you consider it, has as much to do with the expansion of filming techniques (live-action and animated) as anything else. Consider the state of film in 1937: Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs revolutionized the animation world with its use of a moving camera to capture depth of field. IMDb lists Jean Renoir's Grand Illusion as the next most popular film of the year - a tremendous film, to be sure, but as cinematically different as could be imagined. Visual effects and post-production as we think of them now were unthinkable; it would be no more possible to create an animated Gone With The Wind in the style of Cinderella with 1939 technology than it would be to do the inverse. Now, fast-forward sixty-four years or so, and we find entire scenes in The Matrix Reloaded that have been completely integrated with computer generated figures, as well as characters digitally captured and given life only on computers (such as Andy Serkis' Gollum from The Lord of the Rings). Sixty years ago, all of these images would have to be captured in-camera, a daunting task for anyone trying to film the Neo-Smith fight from Reloaded; good fucking luck finding sixty identical siblings to play Agent Smith.

All of this history really boils down to this: our improvements in technology and filmmaking have, in the last two decades, allowed us to significantly blur the line between reality and surreality and fantasy. There's a simple reason Tron sucked and Tron: Legacy was awesome; the sequel could create a world that felt real enough to for an audience to believe it for two hours. Animated films rely on this suspension of disbelief even more heavily than do more "realistic" movies, but our collective expectation as an audience has been irreversibly altered. Now more than ever, we look to animation for reality and, sadly, we accept reality as a freak show and a carnival fun house. A glance at today's headlines might tell you that this may be the only way the real world makes sense.

It is with all this in mind that I finally turn to Despicable Me. The plot is fairly straightforward, and hinges on our anti-hero, Gru (Steve Carell), experiencing a change in his evil ways after his heart is won over by his adopted daughters, who he is manipulating to steal a shrink ray. It doesn't matter why; in the end, everything works out happily, and we are left to wonder how much fun Carell, Jason Segel, and Russell Brand must have had in the studio together whilst recording their voiceovers. This is an animated movie, a term formerly synonymous with "kid's movie." It's that, too, and although I can't fault it for what it is, I wish it had explored some deeper ground; aside from some well-timed film references, including one to The Godfather that had me laughing out loud, there's not much new here. Its lack of real depth frustrated me as I watched, and I couldn't help but think of Ratatouille and Up and the other groundbreaking "kid's movies" of recent years. In fact, even in 2010 there were probably two or three other animated films that merit more serious discussion, because they weren't afraid to go the extra mile in storytelling. What a waste of some awesome animation and voice talent.

I will, however, give this to Despicable Me. It offers, through the three little girls whom Gru adopts, almost a clinic in characterization. Watch the movie again and notice how instantly and subtly the audience is introduced to the girls. We get a sense that they are real people; they have a back-story, distinct personalities, and although we very rarely see any one of the three independent of the other two, they are vastly more interesting than any supporting character I can think of in any Pixar film. As an educator, I appreciated the effort that went into these characters, and I appreciated that Gru would pay enough attention to the children to let himself be positively affected. We as adults too often fail to consider what is right, or what is best, for children. Why is that? Our distance from childhood most certainly does not enable us to understand it better. But this film treats the girls with dignity and respect while still allowing them to just be kids. We could learn something from this.

Oh yeah, and there are minions.

Chinatown (1974)

I concede that starting this blog off with an essay about what many critics consider to be one of the ten best movies of all time seems a bit like shooting fish in a barrel. One that has no water in it. I say to you haters... well, yes, it is kind of like that. However, it's also the movie I've watched the most recently, so I'm going to do it anyway.

Films noirs are in many ways the hipsters of the movie world. What sets them apart from other genres is a stubborn insistence on violating accepted conventions of popular movies. Think about this: the first great noir film in many peoples' minds, Double Indemnity, broke all sorts of rules (sort of - I'll come back to that): the entire movie is told in a voiced-over narration, stars a genuine anti-hero, takes place almost exclusively at night, and so on. It's classic noir, and it's a great film.

So why do I bring this up? Well, to begin with, I am of the persuasion that noir did not arise organically simply as a reaction to the Yankee Doodle Dandys of the early 1940s. Rather, noir borrowed, rather liberally, from the experiences of the great German Expressionist films of the 1920s and 30s. This influence permeates Double Indemnity, as it does The Maltese Falcon, Kiss Me Deadly, and countless others. We as a culture miss out on this more often than not because... well, to be honest, it can be unpleasant to watch the Expressionist films. Most Americans don't run to the video store (or Netflix) to order a film that is subtitled and black and white, and eighty years old to boot. We are the poorer for it. I recommend that each and every one of you go now and watch Nosferatu and The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. I'll wait.

(waiting...)

Back? Good. So by now you'll understand what I mean when I claim that the noir traditions of chiaroscuro lighting, canted cinematography, and visual phantasmagory are distinct holdovers from an earlier vision of cinema.

I give all this background in order to say this: Chinatown is most certainly in the noir tradition, but represents such a radically different vision of the genre, and executes it so well, that classical noir comes to an end with this film. In truth, the transition had already begun; Robert Altman's The Long Goodbye had established the viability of "neo-noir" as its own concept. What sets Chinatown apart, however, is its willingness to self-consciously straddle the two worlds of old and new, and create something altogether unique.

The plot is familiar to us. Woman hires detective to follow husband. Detective discovers secrets. Lies are exposed. Detective realizes too late what side he should be on. Many of us could sit down and outline a workable script from this bare-bones outline.

But Chinatown is not content to give us this formula. Here is a movie that expects and demands that its audience pay attention to every detail. Without the traditional voice over narration, we are in the dark (though most of the movie takes place in bright sunlight) along with Jack Nicholson's Detective Gittes; we discover clues as he discovers them, and when his misled, so are we. Comprehension remains tantalizingly out of reach, and as soon as we think we know something, we are faced with the reality that what we do know may mean nothing anyway. We are so wrapped up in the petty details that we forget to realize the existential hole that is being created around us.

Director Roman Polanski gives us a bleak vision of the world, but empowers us to make up our mind about the film's morals. That's a lot of responsibility to give a guy sitting on his couch with a bag of Cheetos and a Coke. It's probably more than we deserve.


Recommendations from this post: Double Indemnity, Kiss Me Deadly, Nosferatu
Related Recommendations: The Last Laugh, The Usual Suspects

There's a first for everything.

If you had asked me, four years ago, or still better a decade ago, whether I thought I would be starting a blog about movies, I would have looked at you like you were crazy. Now, of course, that non-dream has been to an extent realized, and the long years of not waiting have come to a close. It's funny how that works out.

The point is, I never intended to be publishing my thoughts on much of anything in any sort of a public forum, as I have long been afflicted with a crippling self-consciousness. When you live your whole life feeling as though you are on display, there for the judging, it is I think understandably difficult to allow peers into that strange little world we call oneself. And besides, I never felt as though I had anything new to contribute to the public discourse. It is, of course, easy to use this as an excuse, and I seized upon that opportunity to escape from what I perceived as the already-judging eyes of the world.

Recently, however, I've realized something: that attitude is bullshit. I do have things to say, dammit! And, for better or for worse, I'd like to say them. As for topics, well, that was easy. I've been a movie fanatic for a number of years, watching several thousand movies in the last six years or so and somehow getting graded on my ability to analyze film. (As an aside, if you ever have the chance to take a class where your homework involves watching Singing in the Rain and eating pizza, I recommend you go for it.) The old axiom says, "write what you know." Well, I know film. So that's what this is all about.

Well, maybe not all about. You see, film to me is not just a series of images on the screen. To me, the experience of film watching and film making are truly two sides of the same coin. You can't get one without an equal measure of the other. What I intend this blog to do is examine each film I discuss holistically and with some immediacy. Naturally, my experiences are not universal, and it would be disingenuous for me to ask you to agree with me all the time. But I hope that my presentations of these films - be they reviews, analysis, or what have you - make you think about film in a different and somewhat deeper way. Feedback is appreciated. And, as a caveat, I reserve the right to discuss whatever the hell I want as part of this film corner. That's why I included the "etc." up above.

I'm glad you found my little corner in this series of tubes we call the Internet. Here's hoping you like what you find.