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Review: Venus, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, etc …

Venus posterThere’s something creepy yet disarmingly human about Peter O’Toole’s ageing lothario in Venus; a once beautiful actor still working sporadically, his cadaverous features best-suited to the literal portrayal of corpses, clinging to the promise of beauty and pleasure despite the ultimate futility of the chase.

Newcomer Jodie Whittaker (in a star-making performance) becomes the object of his affection, tutelage and reverence when she arrives in London to nurse his best friend (Leslie Phillips). While Phillips is appalled at the girl’s inability to cook anything other than pot noodle while drinking his best scotch, Maurice is intoxicated by her spirit and beauty and decides to take her under his wing.

While O’Toole’s performance has won all the plaudits (and the Oscar nomination), it is the portrait of reckless, innocent and impetuous youth that has stayed with me - the best portrayal of what it means to be young I have seen in a long time. Whittaker’s Jessie has all the confidence and bravado one gets launching in to the world with the training wheels off but not enough self-knowledge to protect her from the dangers within it.

Evening posterEvening is another film about ageing and letting go. A heavyweight collection of distaff acting talent (including Claire Danes, Toni Collette and Vanessa Redgrave) is gathered together for an inter-generational tale of love and regret in the Hamptons. The production is handsome and the acting is perfectly fine but it could really use a laugh or two.

Inland Empire posterI fully intend invoicing David Lynch for the three hours of my life I’ll never get back after watching the unbelievably indulgent Inland Empire on Sunday night. Admittedly, my time isn’t worth what it once was but its the principle of the thing. An audience was obviously the last consideration for Lynch when he was throwing this mess together.

Jesse James posterBetter made, but similarly inconsiderate in terms of length, is The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford the title of which takes up 50% of the space available for the review. Based on (and liberally quoting from) the acclaimed novel, the film tells the tale of the final months of outlaw Jesse James (Brad Pitt) as his notoriety and fame get in the way of his exploits and his gang start to eye the handsome bounty on offer for his capture.

The film is often rewarding, and the dialogue in particular is a treat for lovers of rich vocabulary, but a successfully self-effacing performance by Casey Affleck as Ford doesn’t mask the fact that this is an unnecessarily grand film about a character that’s little more than a footnote in history (that’s Ford not James).

The Game Plan posterYou’ve got to admire someone who successfully changes his name from Dwayne to “The Rock” and then decides to become a movie star. The Game Plan is a family movie from Disney about a grumpy tight-ass who discovers love via the adorably precocious daughter he never knew he had: that’s right, it’s another one of those. The Rock plays superstar Boston quarterback Joe Kingman (“Number One on the field, Number One in your hearts”) and at times he tries a little too hard to milk the comedy. When he relaxes he’s just fine - someone should tell him.

First published in Wellington’s Capital Times on Wednesday 7 November, 2007.

Fringe-ing Friday

Inside My Head StillFollowing a brisk half-hour walk from Newtown I, sweatily, made it just in time to Evolve on Eva Street for “Inside My Head, Out Of My Mind”. This is a self-devised piece by three young people about their own lives and struggles with problems like abuse, addiction and sexuality (not that sexuality is in itself a problem per se but it brings a lot of baggage). Essentially, this is ‘theatre as therapy’ for the participants but surprisingly effective and effecting for an audience, despite the challenging performance space. On that note I should point out how nervous I got when I saw the the front door was being locked after every patron and I couldn’t see any alternative emergency exit.

Nature of Conflict: When core funding is found for the VOICE Arts Trust I will be producing a web site for them. So, fingers crossed then.

VOICE Arts and Evolve scored major bonus points for finishing before the 7.35 kick-off of the Hurricanes v Cats game and I made it to The Establishment just in time for Fa’atau’s third minute try. Then it was across the road to meet AF and her friends at the Paramount for “Heavenly Burlesque”. It was very busy which shouldn’t have been a surprise and I was immediately accosted at the top of the stairs by producer, Tom Beauchamp, and performer Maria Dabrowska in some form of bizarre, farmer-sheepdog arrangement. This involved the delightful Maria biting my leg which was probably a lot less amusing for her. I wonder whether, when she told her mother that she would be pursuing a career in the arts, this was what she had in mind.

Heavenly Burlesque StillThe show itself was a barrel of laughs with a good smattering of comedy and dance and acts taking he opportunity to promote their own shows around the Fringe. It’s great advertising! To give you an idea of the calibre of the company, they could afford to leave Fergus Aitken on the bench in his angel wings. According to the Fringe programme they have one more weekend but, seeing as they are the only thing making any money at the Paramount at the moment, it wouldn’t surprise me to see it return in some form. Following the show I got to hang out with old friends in the bar while DJ’s played plenty of that loud music the young people seem to love.

Nature of Conflict: I can’t go in to my issues with the Paramount in any detail here (at least until they sign their copies of the settlement document, I get my compensation and they buy my shares) but I hope it is enough to say that events like “Heavenly Burlesque” are bitter-sweet experiences. They wouldn’t be happening if I hadn’t built the relationships with the performing arts community in the first place and it is satisfying to see those initiatives pay off but sad that I’m not able to be a part of it any more.

But, as of next Thursday, I will be back in showbusiness in a full-time capacity and hopefully I can have a positive influence once again – without all of the unpleasantness.

I’m not much interested in ‘forgiving and forgetting’, and I still find it therapeutic to point out their failings whenever possible. In that spirit I present the Paramount ad from the Fringe programme (click on the image for a larger version):
Paramount Fringe Ad 2006
Leaving aside the fact that they can’t spell conferences or the name of the street on which they do business (Courtenay), or even the fact that they seem to be everything but a cinema – what exactly does “Wellington’s Unpretentious Arthouse” actually mean?

Are they trying to imply that the other arthouses in Wellington are, somehow, pretentious? Like the Rialto with their Tip-Top Choc-Tops and post-mix Coke? Or the Penthouse which happily plays every Harry Potter film and is still running the angst-ridden, sub-titled, melodrama The World’s Fastest Indian among other ‘pretentious’ titles like The Constant Gardener and The Producers? Or - hold on, I’ve run out. That’s it.

Not that anybody but me cares, but if you replaced “pretentious” with “professional” the ad might make some sense.