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How to Watch: “Bridesmaids”

Step 1: Begin by chuckling. Bridesmaids might not be the best comedy ever, but there are some individual scenes that will leave you in a heap on the floor.

Step 2: Then starting giggling. We all know how excruciatingly funny SNL alum Kristen Wiig can be, but up to this point, she’s only had well-placed supporting roles in feature films. Now with Bridesmaids she makes her first foray into leading lady status — and god bless her, she does it the right way, by surrounding herself with equally funny people she has worked with before, including her old SNL pal Maya Rudolph. Wiig plays Annie, a down-on-her-luck 30-something who suddenly finds herself maid of honor for childhood best friend Lillian (Rudolph). Annie is game — at first. Then she meets the other bridesmaids: the co-worker (Ellie Kemper), the cousin (Wendi McLendon-Covey), the soon-to-be sister-in-law (Melissa McCarthy) — and Helen (Rose Byrne), the Ms. Perfect wife of Lillian’s fiance’s boss, who regularly outshines, outpays, outmaneuvers and basically outdoes Annie in every way. Of course, this drives Annie mental, and she quietly starts having a nervous breakdown. It’s pretty damn funny to watch.

Step 3: Really get a good laugh going. Wiig handles her starring role outrageousness with aplomb, even if it rises a little bit too over the top. But then again she co-wrote Bridesmaids with another old friend, Annie Mumolo, so the action – and the laughs – spring from a deep friendship. We already know about Wiig and Rudolph, but Wiig also did sketch comedy at the L.A. Groundlings Theater with Mumolo, McCarthy (Mike and Molly) and McLendon-Covey (Reno 911). There’s a simple ease to the comedy in Bridesmaids because these ladies have all known each other for years – and most likely peed themselves silly through most of it. Even Kemper (The Office) has major improv experience and fits right in. The only novice to the group is Aussie actress Byrne (Damages), who manages to hold her own quiet nicely. Besides, she isn’t supposed to be the funniest woman in the room. No, those honors would have to go to McCarthy, who literally grabs every single scene she is in and wrestles it to the floor – and for once, what she says in the trailer is only the tip of the hilarious iceberg.

Step 4: Start snorting. As for the male counterparts in the film, they do take a back seat. Still, Jon Hamm is fairly priceless as Annie’s vain f**k buddy (one of the stranger sex scenes I’ve even seen), while Irish actor Chris O’Dowd is a sweet antithesis, a down-to-earth cop who falls for Annie and tries to help her out of her pity party. The biggest male influence, however, would have to be producer Judd Apatow, who gave Wiig one of her first standout feature film gigs in Knocked Up. He didn’t direct Bridesmaids (that would be TV director and longtime Apatow friend Paul Feig), but Apatow’s touches are everywhere.

Step 5: Fall about the place. So, why isn’t Bridesmaids the funniest comedy of all time? First, that’s a tall order to fill. Second, there are moments when the story starts to sag, especially when Annie just keeps hitting the rock UNDER rock bottom. For me, it’s a bit tiresome. But as I write this and remember those scenes that made me weep with laughter (like the one where they all have food poisoning, trying on bridesmaids dresses), everything else fades away. Seriously, I haven’t laughed that hard at comedy in a long time. And I cannot WAIT for the DVD! I’m hoping they have a blooper sequence to end them all.

How to Choose Best Picture

This is my article from Picktainment.com about this year’s Best Picture Oscar race…

Now that the 10 nominee thing has sunken in with the Academy voters, this year’s crop of Best Picture contenders round out 2010 well. You have the blockbusters (Inception, Toy Story 3), the surprise hits (The Social Network, The Fighter), the in-betweens (Black Swan, True Grit), the British contingency (The King’s Speech), the gritty indie (Winter’s Bone), the quirky indie (The Kids Are All Right) – and 127 Hours, which sort of doesn’t fall into any category.

Yet, even with all this variety, the race has really narrowed down to two films: The Social Network and The King’s Speech. The poignant, socially relative little movie about Facebook came out like gangbusters, gaining a steady, supportive word of mouth for its superb writing, excellent performances and clever directing. It then won almost every critic association accolade to be had, which gave it a home court advantage as the real meat of the award season began. It picked up the Golden Globe, but then King’s Speech started to gain its own momentum, winning the trifecta: the Actor, Producer and Director Guild awards. It seems now the British flick about King George VI– who overcame a debilitating stammer with the help of his loving wife, Elizabeth, and speech therapist Lionel Logue to lead England into WWII — is the clear frontrunner. It’s the one I’m choosing, that’s for sure.

But if you’ve been following the Picktainment podcasts, you’ll know that us Pick pundits believe this entire list is an impressive one and any one of these films are worthy of an Oscar. Let’s do a recap:

127 Hours: I’ve been partial to this film all along. I couldn’t take my eyes off the damn thing, even when James Franco has to cut his arm off in order to escape death. I mean, if you know the true story of mountaineer Aron Ralston, you know that part is coming, so you can just look away (or hide behind your notepad). It’s all the stuff leading up to this man’s battle against insurmountable odds, the way director Danny Boyle mixes reality with fantasy and Franco’s tour-de-force performance, that sets the film apart. Really, 127 Hours is a marvel.

Black Swan: An incredibly fascinating psycho-character study centering on a young ballerina’s descent into madness brought on by unrealistic pressures and her own crippling self-doubt. Natalie Portman has a perpetual look of pain on her face the entire movie, making us wince as she pulls her fingernails off but also keeping us wondering if she really IS being tortured by her perceived nemesis, Mila Kunis. Then there’s director Darren Aronofsky eclectic vision, turning something as beautiful as Swan Lake into Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? Bravo.

Inception: Frankly, I didn’t understand all of it, but hell, I didn’t care. You have to suspend your disbelief in a fair amount of movies these days, but it’s particularly noteworthy when a writer/director like Christopher Nolan tries hard to make that disbelief seem pretty real. Dream within dream within dream, you’re right there, getting the film’s full effects. I’m not sure which part I liked the best, but I think it’s when that final “kick” brings all three levels of the dream together. It’s friggin’ intense. I’ll go see Nolan’s movies any day of the week.

The Fighter: It’s certainly a movie you’ve seen done a thousand times. A young up and coming fighter has to beat the odds to win the big title, but it’s just the odds that are different this time. Real-life Mickey Ward had to show some tough love with his manipulative family – particularly his crack-addicted brother, Dicky, and conniving mother, Alice – in order to become champion. And dramatized by Mark Wahlberg, Christian Bale and Melissa Leo, respectively, The Fighter just zings. Let’s not forget Amy Adams, as Mickey’s tough-as-nails girlfriend and director David O. Russell for his clear guidance.

The Kids Are All Right: It’s one of those unassuming indie films about life, love — and two teenagers looking for their biological father after being raised by two loving lesbian mothers only to see one of those women have an affair with said sperm donor. Kids is like the Little Miss Sunshine of this year’s Best Pictures, with such brilliant performances from just about everyone – Annette Bening, Julianne Moore, Mark Ruffalo, Mia Wasikowska and Josh Hutcherson – along with a crackerjack script from writer/director Lisa Cholodenko.

Toy Story 3: Honestly, have you ever heard of movie franchise being THIS successful? Even Godfather failed the third time around. But not Toy Story. It’s like the folks over at Pixar have some kind of magical power over the endearing, hilarious, tear-jerking adventures of Andy’s toys, finding new and inventive ways to further the story. Oh, how No. 3 made me cry, and in being a mom with almost grown kids, I have vowed never to throw away another toy ever again. Because I have thrown them away and it’s now eating me up inside.

True Grit: I’ve never been the biggest Western fan, but somehow when the Coen brothers do it, I like it. Besides the unbelievably talented teen Hailee Steinfeld, who not only holds her own with likes of Jeff Bridges, Matt Damon and Josh Brolin but basically whips their asses, the best part of this Grit is the language. I don’t think I remember a cowboy movie in which everyone is so extremely eloquent and formal to one another. Gotta love Joel and Ethan Coen.

Winter’s Bone: OK, although it’s the one movie I have regrettably not seen – yet – I now have a firm grasp on what the film represents (thanks to my Pick colleague Rebecca Rose). Newcomer Jennifer Lawrence turns in an outstanding performance as an unflinching young women living in the Ozark mountains, who must find her wayward drug-dealing father before she and her siblings lose their house. I guess she has to navigate through one seriously messed up extended family to finally discover the truth. It’s the real grit in gritty.

And there you have it. If you haven’t seen all of these movies, I definitely recommend that you do. Good luck to all the Oscar pool players!

How to Watch: “Biutiful”

Step 1: Try to find your happy place when watching Biutiful.

Step 2: Don’t get me wrong. This Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu film is a powerful statement on death and redemption, on forgiveness and love, superbly played out by its actors – especially the always magnificent Javier Bardem. And I know sometimes you just have to let the art of a film flow over you while you appreciate the craftsmanship — but man, this was a downer. It keeps you in the depths of despair more than is necessary.

Step 3: Tell the story. Bardem plays a hustler named Uxbal, who does anything he can to support himself and his two young children on the mean streets of Barcelona. His estranged wife Marambra (Maricel Alvarez) is a bi-polar mess whose highs and lows could no longer be tolerated, even though Uxbal still loves her. Uxbal’s brother Tito (Eduard Fernandez) is an alcoholic pervert who specializes in human trafficking as a cheap labor source and unfortunately Uxbal is in business with him. Still, Uxbal tries to do right by these immigrant people he is exploiting, finding them places to live, giving them money and keeping the police off their backs. And as a side job, Uxbal can communicate with the dead and pass messages along to their loved ones. He looks at it as more a curse than a gift, of course, but he’ll take the cash if someone asks for a reading.

Step 4: Put in the real kicker.  Uxbal discovers he has advanced prostate cancer, with only a few months to live. Now it becomes a race against time, as Uxbal tries to find suitable living arrangements for his kids. This is where Biutiful really brings you down because Uxbal seemingly has no options, and Bardem is so damn good, it physically hurts to watch him in so much misery. There is, however, a ray of hope in the form of Ige (Diaryatou Daff), the African wife of one of Uxbal’s immigrant street workers. When the man is captured and deported, Uxbal lets Ige stay in his apartment – and discovers she might just be the perfect person to look after his kids. That is, if she wants the job. Daff herself is an African immigrant living in Barcelona who has never acted before in her life but does an amazing job. The excellent Alvarez as the crazy Marambra is a Spanish theater actress who has never done a film. Director Inarritu gathered an incredibly eclectic cast to tell his story, well, beautifully.

Step 5: Wonder about Senor Inarritu. He started his career in music, first as a radio DJ and then as a film composer. Biutiful is only his third feature film, following his other terribly cheerful films, 21 Grams and Babel. It’s pretty obvious Inarritu marvels the human condition as it relates to tragedy, but deep down, he doesn’t really want to wallow in it just for the sake of wallowing. All his films are moving and meaningful, all depressing in one way or another, but each have hope, I guess. He is also an excellent guide for his actors. It’s not like Bardem needs much help, but I think he craves that tutelage, having worked with such great directors as the Coen brothers, Woody Allen, Julian Schnabel and Aleandro Amenabar. Still, there’s something Inarritu brought out in his leading man that we haven’t seen before in the actor’s performances. Not sure if Bardem will make the Best Actor list, but Biutiful‘s Oscar chances for a Best Foreign Language nod are more than good, possibly even winning the award,  which would give Inarritu some much deserved recognition.

Step 6: Find Inarritu his happy place. Seriously.

How to Watch: “Voyage of the Dawn Treader”

Step 1: No need to tread lightly. The third installment to the Chronicles of Narnia definitely fairs better than the last one, Prince Caspian, but it still can’t hold a candle to the first Narnia movie, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.

Step 2: Read the story. In a nutshell, Voyage of the Dawn Treader follows Lucy (Georgie Henley) and Edmund (Skandar Keynes) as they struggle living with their relatives in WWII London while their older siblings Susan (Anna Popplewell) and Peter (William Moseley) are away with the parents. Lucy and Edmund have to endure their snotty, spoiled younger cousin, Eustace (Will Poulter), who thinks their talk of fantastical creatures and high adventure is a lot of bunk – until, that is, Eustace finds himself transported to Narnia, along with his cousins, via a painting hanging in their bedroom. The three find themselves on the Dawn Treader, King Caspian’s (Ben Barnes) vessel, which has set out to find seven lords banished from Caspian’s land. They must retrieve seven swords and place them at Aslan’s table, which will rid Narnia of more evil. Aslan the lion (Liam Neeson) makes an appearance, of course, as does Reepicheep (Simon Pegg), the talking rodent, who teaches the incredulous Eustace a thing or two about respecting Narnia.

Step 3: Bring back the White Witch. Now while Dawn Treader has a more adventurous, quest-like spirit than the dull Prince Caspian, there is a good reason these two films don’t hold up as well as LWW: lack of acting power. Honestly, Tilda Swinton’s White Witch was such a spectacular villain in the first installment; she is sorely missed through the next two films, even though she makes very brief appearances. Maybe that’s a problem with the Narnia stories in general – the fact that after the White Witch is supposedly deposed of, there really isn’t another antagonist that’s worthy of her awesomeness. LWW also had James McAvoy as the endearing faun Mr. Tumnus, Jim Broadbent as the mysterious Professor Kirke and Neeson as Aslan, who has a much bigger role in the first film. Unfortunately, the kid actors haven’t really gotten much better than their first go-around, with newcomer Poulter pretty much mugging through the whole thing. Barnes looks dashing and handsome, but he doesn’t have any real acting chops either.

Step 4: On second thought, don’t read the story. So, you’re left with the story, which still just seems so saccharine in these days of Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings. Director Michael Apted is handed the reins to guide Dawn Treader into murky waters, replacing Peter Jackson protege Andrew Adamson, who directed the first two films — and Apted definitely brings a fresher take on the subject matter, especially after Prince Caspian, a LOTR: The Two Towers rip-off. I think ultimately the problem lies within the original source material itself. I understand the C.S. Lewis books are a children’s classic. I was absolutely mesmerized by The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe when I was 6-years-old and sitting in my school’s library, listening to the teacher read the book. But once you move beyond the wonderment of a young girl finding a magical land inside a wardrobe – and the adventures she and her siblings have there, vanquishing the White Witch – the stories are just not as intriguing.

Step 5: To be or not to be a sequel. We’ll see if Dawn Treader creates enough monetary momentum to make the next in the series, The Silver Chair. Be forewarned, there are two more after that.

How to Save Bees

Remember Jerry Seinfeld’s Bee Movie, which showed what would happen if all the bees went on strike? All the greenery died and the world looked like a wasteland. Sure, that was make believe, but the reality isn’t too far off the mark. If the bee population were to disappear completely, we’d be in a world of hurt.

Unfortunately, it’s happening. Colony Collapse Disorder is very serious problem affecting the worldwide honeybee population, particularly in North America, since 2006, in which worker bees, the ones who actively go out and pollinate, are vanishing.

The documentary Save the Queen investigates the causes of CCD (pesticides is a big factor), as well as its effects on both the honeybee and native bee species. Producers Ashley J. Hillard and Cameron Tucker have gone out into the field, interviewing a variety of bee keepers, bee relocation specialists, presidents of bee keeper associations, staff at the National Resources Defense Council and professors at UC Davis, including Dr. Eric Mussen, Dr. Neal Williams and Professor Lynn Kimsey, among others.

Save the Queen is still in production but is shaping up to be an eye-opening look at the world of bees and how important they are to the ecosystem. Stay tuned for more info or visit the official website!

How to Watch: “Love and Other Drugs”

Step 1: Get in bed. Remember the game of reading fortune cookie proclamations out loud and ending them with the phrase “in bed”?  Like, “You will have great wealth and prosperity – in bed” or “The sun will always shine on you – in bed.” That’s sort of how I feel Love and Other Drugs ended many scenes – in bed.

Step 2: Get naked. Honestly, I can’t recall seeing this much flesh in a movie that wasn’t a porno – and not just any ordinary, run-of-the-mill flesh, but Anne Hathaway and Jake Gyllenhaal’s well-respected flesh, who are reunited once again after their brief stint together in Brokeback Mountain. At first, the nakedness is somewhat understandable. Based on Jamie Reidy’s memoir Hard Sell: The Evolution of a Viagra Salesman, Gyllenhaal plays this hotshot college grad, who hasn’t found what he’s good at yet – except maybe bedding young women. He then lucks into a job as a pharmaceutical rep and begins to excel, eventually getting in on the first wave of the Viagra craze.

Step 3: Get Anne Hathaway naked. Along the way he meets Maggie (Hathaway) who seems like the perfect woman. She’s a free spirit, doesn’t want any attachments, doesn’t want to fall in love but wants sex. Constantly. So, there it is – Maggie and Jamie in various states of undress, going at it in those first throes of physical attraction. In bed – and then in bed again and again and again. Both actors show some guts being so, well, exposed and although it does make sense to the story, you still walk away mostly remembering Hathaway’s breasts, which I’m sure for many isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Step 4: Don’t get Parkinson’s disease. But I’m also pretty sure this isn’t the intention of director Ed Zwick, who is better known for epic dramas such as Legends of the Fall, Glory, and The Last Samurai.  He wants us to care for his characters as things start to get more complicated, particularly when we find out Maggie is in the early stages of Parkinson’s disease. Of course, this naturally explains her tough, I don’t need anybody attitude, and the reason Jamie falls for her despite the obstacles.

Step 5: Get Jake Gyllenhaal naked. Hathaway excels at being Maggie the free spirit, living her life how she wants to but as soon as she gives into Jamie’s affections and falls for him, too, the performance begins to grate. Something about those big brown eyes getting all weepy and needy just doesn’t suit the actress as well. On the other hand, Gyllenhaal rises to the occasion.  He plays the cad with obvious ease and then the caring lover with delicate nuances and tenderness. While Hathaway’s performance seems more forced, Gyllenhaal seems more genuine. Not sure if there’s Oscar potential for the actor, but at least he comes off as totally appealing. Let’s just say, I wouldn’t mind ending every scene with him – in bed.

Step 6: Get Viagra. There are some really hilarious moments in Love and Other Drugs. The drug selling stuff is key, especially showing how these smooth pharmaceutical reps could make a crap load of money pushing Prozac, Zoloft and of course, Viagra. Once the DRAMA takes over, however, the movie simply spirals into a disease of the week, albeit a disease of the week – in bed. OK, I’ll stop now.

How to Cut Off Your Arm… Or Interviews with the “127 Hours” Crew

127 Hours is truly something you don’t want to miss. Many people I’ve talked to say they don’t think they could sit through a movie like this. But they are only focusing on the fact mountaineer Aron Ralston had to cut off his arm to escape certain death from a fall in a canyon.

Director Danny Boyle and actor James Franco bring so much more to it than that. Boyle’s vision of this man’s courageous story is all at once alerting, revolting, hilarious, panoramic, compelling — and a lot in between. And with an actor like Franco, it’s all played out with true brilliance and stamina. The film will most certainly be an major Oscar contender, and lucky for me, I got to speak with both filmmaker, actor, writer — and the man himself, Aron Ralston. What a fascinating afternoon…

James Franco and Danny Boyle

Boyle on how he wanted to tell the tale:

“I said to Aron, I want to tell the story through an actor, I don’t want to tell it through you. Which was weird because he’d just written the book and had control of it. He heard horrendous stories about Hollywood, how they chewed up real-life stories and put happy endings on them. The guy gets out, his arm’s OK, the surgeon works miracles. Everything’s fine. I told him not to worry about any of that, we’ll tell it through an actor.”

“I’m an actor’s director, I like actors, I trust actors to tell stories. And all the stuff you hear about them is fine, and the gossip is fine, but what they REALLY do is something very, very basic and very old, much older than documentaries, which is they kind of live out stories for us. We put ourselves in their place, we’re happy, we’re sad, we’re angry with them. We fall in love and that’s how to tell Aron’s story. It’s so cathartic. If he entrusted to an actor and me and we pull it off, he would feel like he never felt before. Because he’d take people to a place that is unbearable. And in any other form, they will not be able to tolerate. People aren’t going to watch it unless you can get a great actor who will live it out for you, take you on that journey.”

“And you know how it is when it’s a bad actor, you just get annoyed. Because they are abusing that trust you want to put in actors. Makes me furious. I get angry at the ones who cast them and they way it’s come about because they are not really actors, but celebrities or whatever it is. Acting is a weird profession because it’s so deeply embedded in us to let them play out these massive psycho-dramas for us. But I told Aron all this and I think it was his wife, Jessica, who convinced him to entrust us with the story. And we said we’d give it back to him after it was done, which we do in a symbolic moment at the end of the film.”

Franco on playing Aron:

“I loved examining a person by stripping everything away. Having everything he’s used to and taken for granted in life, taken away so he is just faced with the essentials of what life is made of. And also have to just stare death in the face. Powerful material and a powerful approach to that material. As for performing all that, there were many different levels. I got to see the actual videos Aron made while in the canyon. Sure, he told me every second of what he felt along the way. But seeing those videos made it more pure, because it wasn’t Aron telling us the experience, it was Aron in the middle of that experience and not knowing he’s going to get out. He believed he was going to die, making those video up to an hour before he escaped.”

“You could tell there was a lot more going on underneath. But kept up this dignified demeanor for his parents and family, so they wouldn’t see him crumbling in front of the camera. So that’s one the key things I used to do the role. You also have to use every experience you have as a person and amplify that. Of course, I’ve never experienced something like this, but I remember after I got my pilot’s license a few years ago, going up in those little planes, I’d ask ‘OK, if this goes down, that’s it. Are you ready for that, James?’ Have this conversation with myself, as you do. I just take that kind of thing and amplify it.”

Boyle on shooting the movie:

“In a purely narrative sense, you have to establish that rock will not move, enter into this bargain for the rest of the story. We had the cameras, we had the set, which was sealed. It wasn’t movable, wasn’t flexible. It was the real deal, well, as much as it could be in a warehouse in Salt Lake City. We didn’t know how to shoot it. We had a bit of confidence from Slumdog, bit of a role. But we decided to go for it, refocusing between a third person and first person. It’s sort of point of view, and sort of observed, constantly going between the two like that. It dictated the rest of the film.”

Franco on being squeamish:

“I can’t have my blood taken, just don’t like it. I’ve passed out at blood drives. So yeah, wonder how I got through that scene. Funny thing, Aron told me he was squeamish around blood, too, but there is something you can work up in yourself and can’t past if you need to. Of course Aron’s was real and mine was a fake arm, but they did such a good job making this prosthetic arm real. It’s very intense and hard to watch, but there’s a lot Danny could have put in that he didn’t. They built a real arm, with veins and tendons. In hindsight, I just did and didn’t pass out, I guess. But a friend of mine from NYU shot a behind the scenes documentary for the film and I just watched a bit of that scene being done. I guess after the first take, I told Danny he got an authentic performance because I was feeling a little light headed. And we have it on video.”

Screenwriter Simon Beaufoy

On meeting Aron Ralston:

“I had some specific requests, personal. I leveled with him and said we weren’t going to just make a survival movie because it’s not going to touch people in the same way. We could do something more than just tell the facts. Make this a very powerful story about other things, get to the emotional truth of the situation. But to do that, I needed some pretty tough stuff from Aron that he didn’t put in his book. And was he prepared to give us that stuff? And he was!”

Aron Ralston

On how he could cut off his arm:

“Sure, everyone going into the film is thinking this is the guy who cut his arm off but hopefully when they leave, they’ll be glad he’s the guy who cut his arm off, so he could get out of there. That smile on James’ face when he’s doing that, that’s real. I WAS smiling, because I saw it as a triumph, an exuberant feeling of euphoria, which it was for me. The most intense pain I’ll ever experience, for sure, but I was grinning from ear to ear. Cause I was gonna get out there and see all the people I love.”

“It was the riddle of how do you saw through your bones? But you don’t saw through, you break. And then the boulder becomes the solution, not the problem, because I can use the vice-like grip to break the bones. It dawned on me, out of a moment of rage, trying to rip my arm free. It took one hour and four minutes from the time to break my bones and then cut myself free. And I was euphoric the whole time.”

On watching it with his mother:

“It’s been emotional every time I’ve seen it. My mom sitting with me, holding my hand, by the end as there’s the building salvation… at this point, my mom is clutching my hand so hard, I think I’m going to lose my other hand. We are both involuntarily rocking back and forth, and she kept saying, ‘Thank you, God, thank you, God.’ It bonded us even more. Danny gave my family and me this story, truly a gift.”

How to Watch: “Fair Game”

Step 1: Set your jaw. Fair Game may make your jaw hurt from clenching your teeth as you watch the sheer audacity of the Bush Administration.

Step 2: Tell the story. The action focuses on Valerie Plame-Wilson (Naomi Watts) and her husband Joe Wilson (Sean Penn). Valerie works diligently at her job as a CIA Weapons of Mass Destruction (WMD) counter-proliferation operative, while Joe, a former Iraqi Ambassador, runs his own consulting company. After 911, the Bush Administration rattles its sabers once again at Iraq, but they can’t quite pin down that one nagging piece of intelligence they so desperately need to go to war against Saddam Hussein: the evidence Hussein is building WMDs. The Vice President’s office asks the CIA to double check some discredited intelligence that, if it were credible, would give the U.S. a reason to invade Iraq.

Step 3: Tell the truth. The CIA, in turn, asks Valerie to bring in Joe, who has valuable experience and knowledge, and sends him on a pro bono trip to Africa to check out the lead. He determines that the intelligence is bogus; the existence of materials to make WMDs in Iraq are simply not there. Period. The White House chooses to ignore this, plus other clear information no nuclear threat exists, and goes ahead with the war plan anyway. The outspoken Joe can’t stomach the lies — especially when President Bush cites JOE’s findings as one of the reasons to attack Iraq in his speech to Congress — and writes a “liar, liar, pants on fire” op-ed piece for the New York Times, basically discounting much of the president’s speech and ruffling many feathers. The Vice President’s office, in retaliation, runs a smear campaign, outing Valerie Plame as a CIA agent and causing all sorts of issues for the Wilsons, both personally and professionally, as well as the real WMD counter-proliferation operations world wide. Who does that, honestly?

Step 4: Fight back. Director Doug Liman (Mr. and Mrs. Smith ) masterfully crafts a film that shows the human costs of vindictive politicians and their minions. Plame is removed from all operations and booted from the CIA, her stellar career squashed to send a message to others at the agency to give the Administration what it wants… or else! Iraqi scientists are left to fend for themselves after they are given assurances by Plame that she would get them out before other countries kidnap them and force them to work on nuclear bombs. Joe immediately goes on the offensive, sitting down in front of whatever camera and on whatever show that will have him to tell the truth, while his wife resists, not wanting to betray the silence that is expected of her, that is expected of anyone who works in the intelligence biz. But when the Bush Administration finally pushes too far, and it becomes personal, and Plame joins her husband in pushing back.

Step 5: Validate. It doesn’t seem much of a stretch for Penn to portray Joe Wilson, compared to some of the roles he’s won Oscars for, but it’s still another brilliant character study to add to the actor’s repertoire. Penn as Joe represents the best part of being American: freedom of speech and standing up to those powers that be, even if can he a little too dedicated to the cause without seeing how it effects those around him. Watts, too, does a wonderful job as the more introverted yet highly skilled Valerie Plame. The actress plays Valerie with a fair amount of resentment towards her husband for creating the mess, but then ultimately respects him for sticking to his principals. The two actors have a very comfortable rapport, making the Wilsons’ relationship valid and genuine. Oscar nods could very well be forthcoming.

Step 6: Get pissed. Bottom line for me is Fair Game makes me mad at the Bush Administration all over again. While there was some small retribution in the Plame-Wilson case — The Prince of Darkness, er, I mean, Vice President Cheney’s lackey Scooter Libby was convicted of leaking the information about Valerie — it’s not enough. I can only hope that what goes around, comes around.

Level of difficulty in watching Fair Game: the only thing difficult is not being able to punch Bush and Cheney in the face.

How to Watch: “Conviction”

Step 1: Stand out. The only thing distinguishing Conviction from a Lifetime TV movie is the star power.

Step 2: Don’t get me wrong, the acting is quite good. Based on a true story, Hilary Swank plays Betty Anne Waters, a mother of two who spends 18 years trying to free her wrongly accused brother, Kenny (Sam Rockwell). Betty Anne and her older brother  have always been tight, since growing up with an absentee mother, so Betty Anne wholeheartedly believes in Kenny’s innocence, even after he is sentenced to life in prison for the murder of their neighbor. She is so certain, in fact, that the high-school dropout gets her GED, then her BA and finally goes to law school in order to be Kenny’s lawyer and find some way to get him out. In the process, she also sacrifices her marriage and barely holds onto her two sons. Betty Anne’s unfaltering, tireless dedication eventually works when she finds the right DNA evidence, as well as uncovers a police conspiracy and witness coercion. After serving 18 years behind bars, Kenny is finally freed.

Step 3: Hire Hilary Swank for any blue-collar role. Swank once again nails it. Be it a woman who wants to be a man (Boys Don’t Cry) or a prizefighter (Million Dollar Baby), something in the Oscar-winning actress’ brain takes over when she gets her hands on these blue-collar roles (just don’t tell her a romantic dramedy like P.S. I Love You is a good idea). Swank’s turn as Betty Anne conveys an unparalleled level of subtlety and authenticity, and in a limited Best Actress field this year, she stands a good chance of getting a nod for her efforts. Rockwell, too, dazzles as the pent-up Kenny. He plays the character very close to the edge – a guy with a ton of charisma but who has a bad temper which can flare unexpectedly. He does keep you guessing on whether he is actually innocent, but ultimately it’s pretty clear. Other standouts include Minnie Driver as Betty Anne’s best friend and motivator and Juliette Lewis as one of Kenny’s ex-girlfriends, whose false testimony puts him away.

Step 4: Seriously, you just gotta stand out. But overall, Conviction fails to inspire, even with its compelling story. I’m sure making a smaller, more intimate, more real film isn’t necessarily the easiest sell, but there have been plenty of indies of this ilk that rise above through the unique vision of the director. The Social Network could have, in fact, been a TV movie if not for David Fincher’s skillful direction, which took it to higher level. Unfortunately, Conviction‘s director Tony Goldwyn keeps the narrative all too straight forward, relying solely on the strength of his actors. The Ghost actor-turned-director is competent, no question, but doesn’t seem to do anything above and beyond, and while this might not be a bad thing per se, it still bothers me as a filmgoer. I feel like if I’m taking the time to go to a theater to watch a movie, I want to experience something more than what I can get from turning on the Oxygen Network or even HBO.

Level of difficulty in watching Conviction: Not too, but the likes of Swank and Rockwell only go so far.

How to Preview the 2010 Oscars

The awards season is coming, I’m all atwitter. Nothing thrills me more than to analyze the films and performances between September and December – when the Oscar bait really gets hopping – and predict what I think might get some Academy love.

I have to admit, I have been a little concerned since there really isn’t a big film this year that screams “Give me an Oscar!” So far, there’s been a few movies that could see some nominations, such as Inception and Toy Story 3, but as far as the upcoming slate, it’s been difficult to spot. As I read more, though, I’m starting to form my ideas. Here are my thoughts for the upcoming Oscar onslaught.

The Social Network (Oct. 1)

A film about Facebook? Come on… are the actors going to friend each other the whole time? Needless to say, I was dubious when I first heard they were making a movie about the social networking bonanza. Then I saw the intriguing trailer and realized it not only starred the talented Jesse Eisenberg, it was also written by Aaron Sorkin and directed by one of my favs, David Fincher (Fight Club, Curious Case of Benjamin Button). That got my attention. The film is based on the book The Accidental Billionaires about Mark Zuckerberg (Eisenberg), who created Facebook in his Harvard dorm room, perhaps with his friend Eduardo Saverin (Andrew Garfield) and possibly stolen from twins Cameron and Tyler Winklevoss (Armie Hammer). But here’s why I think it might have real Oscar potential: Sorkin has written in a Rashomon style, with the same story told from three different perspectives. And in the hands of Fincher, there’s loads of possibilities. Oh, and Justin Timberlake stars as Sean Parker, the co-found of Napster. LOADS.

Hereafter
(Oct. 22)

Honestly, what Oscar season would complete without a Clint Eastwood entry? This year, we have Hereafter, a flick Eastwood is calling his “chick flick,” which centers three stories: 1) a former psychic (Matt Damon) who just wants to live a normal life without having visions of people dying in a tsunami; 2) a French woman (Cecile de France) who survives such a tsunami; and 3) two British boys (Frankie and George McLaren) who are dealing with the 2005 London bombing. Eastwood is staying strictly behind the camera for this one, and another big plus is its written by The Queen and Frost/Nixon screenwriter Peter Morgan.

127 Hours (Nov. 5)

Slumdog Millionaire director Danny Boyle is another one who rarely disappoints – and now he’s tackling the true story of mountain climber Aron Ralston, who, in 2005, fell into a cavern and got his arm wedged under a boulder, trapping him there. In order to survive, Ralston had to amputate his own arm. Yeah, not the most cheerful theme for a movie, but with what looks be to be an tremendous turn by James Franco, 127 Hours (the amount of grueling time it took for Ralston to free himself) could be one of those inspirational gems.

The King’s Speech (Nov. 24)

Think The Queen – same family, except this time it centers on Queen Elizabeth II’s father, King George VI (Colin Firth), who has to take over the family business when his randy, older brother Edward (Guy Pearce) abdicates the throne for that American divorcee, Wallis Simpson, in the 1930s. Apparently Elizabeth always resented her Uncle Edward, whom she once adored, for forcing her introverted father into the throne and hastening his death (he died in 1952 at age 57). George didn’t ever really want the job, mostly because he had a horrible stammering speech and loathed being in the public eye. The film examines how George had to overcome his fears because as England headed into WWII, the people needed their king to be strong. With the help of his wife (Helena Bonham Carter), who would become the Queen Mum, George finds an unorthodox speech therapist, Lionel Logue (Geoffrey Rush), who eventually gives the king his voice. This just has Oscars written all over it, especially for Firth who proved with his Oscar-nominated Single Man performance last year he has the chops to win the statuette.

Black Swan (Dec. 1)

Darren Aronofsky has always been a fascinating director to me. From his first breakout film, Pi, to the deeply disturbing Requiem for a Dream to the weird The Fountain to the intimate The Wrestler, the auteur won’t be pinned down by a certain type of film, but he leaves his distinctive mark just the same. Now, with Black Swan he enters into the world of ballet, crafting a psychological thriller about an established star (Natalie Portman) battling it out with an eager newbie (Mila Kunis) for the lead part in Swan Lake. Yes, I said psychological thriller because, if you watch the trailer, it looks like some weird stuff indeed goes down. Portman hasn’t had a real part to sink her teeth into since Closer, and Kunis continues to surprise, so there could be some notice there. But the real draw is how Aronofsky will envision this.

The Tempest (Dec. 10)

It may just be me, but I think director Julie Taymor is due for some Oscar love. She’s such an eclectic visionary, with films like Across the Universe and Frida, and has now decided to try her hand at Shakespeare once again. Her 1999 Titus missed the mark, but she may just hit it with her take on The Tempest, starring Helen Mirren in the role of the vengeful (and usually male) sorceress Prospera. There’s also Djimon Hounsou as Caliban, Russell Brand as Trinculo, Chris Cooper as Antonio, Alan Cumming as Sebastian, Alfred Molina as Stephano and Felicity Jones as Miranda. At the very least, it will be visually stunning.

Somewhere (Dec. 22)

From the trailer, it looks like director Sofia Coppola has returned to her Lost in Translation ways. The story is once again about Hollywood, in a way, but instead of Bill Murray’s aging actor, this time it’s a hard-partying actor (Stephen Dorff) whose lifestyle grinds to a halt when his estranged 11-year-old daughter (Elle Fanning) shows up wanting to spend time with her wayward dad.  At the very least, it may bring Dorff to the forefront, who may be best known as the villain in Blade, but who has turned in some good performances when warranted (I Shot Andy Warhol, for example). Fanning, too, since she’s Dakota’s little sister and has already shown some serious promise in films like Babel and Phoebe in Wonderland.

True Grit (Dec. 25)

Speaking of possibilities, the Coen brothers are back on the range, doing their own version of the 1969 John Wayne classic, starring Jeff Bridges as eye-patched Reuben J. “Rooster” Cogburn, Matt Damon as the Glen Campbell part (minus the singing) – and newcomer Hailee Steinfeld as the 14-year-old girl who hires Rooster to find the man who killed her father (the part was played by Kim Darby in the original). We know the Coens can do Westerns, having won their Oscars for No Country for Old Men, and so can Bridges, who may just be looking as his second consecutive nomination (and possible win) as yet another grizzled Texan. Plus, the Coens love their late December releases, so their films stick right there in the Academy voters’ minds. All signs are pointing towards solid gold.

Another Year (Dec. 31)

Much like Eastwood, British director Mike Leigh is another Academy darling. His latest just squeaks in under the deadline and focuses on a long-married couple (Jim Broadbent and Ruth Sheen), whose friends are in varying degrees of distress, especially one, an alcoholic secretary, played by a Leigh staple Lesley Manville. Apparently, Manville’s performance wowed both audiences and critics alike at the Cannes Film Festival, showing once again that Leigh has that affect on his leading actresses. He has guided Oscar nominations for Brenda Blethyn and Marianne Jean-Baptiste of Secrets & Lies and Imelda Staunton for Vera Drake. This just sounds like the kind of British film the Academy just eats up.

Other considerations:
Chloe Mertz as an angst-ridden yet deadly tweener vampire who’s just looking for a friend in Let Me In; Gwyneth Paltrow as a freshly rehabbed country singer in Country Song; Ryan Gosling and Michelle Williams as a young couple who love – and then hate – each other in Blue Valentine; and Anne Hathaway and Jake Gyllenhaal as mismatched lovers in Love and Other Drugs.

There are the performances of real-life people: Naomi Watts as spy Valerie Plame who’s ratted out in Fair Game; Mark Wahlberg as “Irish” Mickey Ward and Christian Bale as his troublemaker brother in The Fighter (Think Raging Bull ); Hilary Swank as blue collar Betty Anne Waters trying to free her brother (Sam Rockwell), wrongly accused of murder in Conviction; and Diane Lane as housewife Penny Chenery, who whips Secretariat into shape.

And then there’s finally James L. Brooks of Broadcast News, Terms of Endearment, As Good As It Gets fame whose latest entry How Do You Know stars Reese Witherspoon, Paul Rudd and Owen Wilson about a former professional athlete (Witherspoon) pursued by two men. I’m a little skeptical from the trailer but with a pedigree like that, it’s got to be worth mentioning. Right?