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Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Film Review: THE LAST DAYS OF DISCO (1998, Whit Stillman)

Stars: 5 of 5.
Running Time: 113 minutes.
Tag-line: "History is made at night."
Notable Cast or Crew: Chloë Sevigny, Kate Beckinsale, Chris Eigeman (BARCELONA, KICKING AND SCREAMING, HIGHBALL), Mackenzie Astin (THE GARBAGE PAIL KIDS MOVIE, LOST), Matt Ross (FACE/OFF, BIG LOVE), Carlos Jacott (HIGHBALL, CONRAD AND BUTLER TAKE A VACATION), Jennifer Beals, Robert Sean Leonard, Burr Steers (Gore Vidal's nephew and 'Flock of Seagulls' in PULP FICTION), Taylor Nichols (BARCELONA, METROPOLITAN).
Best one-liner: "Book this clown."

"You know that Shakespearean admonition, 'To thine own self be true?' It's premised on the idea that 'thine own self' is something pretty good, being true to which is commendable. But what if 'thine own self' is not so good? What if it's pretty bad? Would it be better, in that case, NOT to be true to thine own self?" Welcome to Jane Austen's SATURDAY NIGHT PYREXIA, a world where the silver-tongued parry, slash, and down vodka tonics (and whisky sours) deep into an endless night of excess, crippling malaise, and the sweet, sweet disco beat.

This singular universe comes courtesy of Whit Stillman, and again, he follows a circle of UHBs (Urban Haute Bourgeoisie) as they simultaneously wrestle with preconceived notions of failure AND try to get the most out of their nightlife. If you prefer your comedy subtle, intricate, and full of stinging wordplay, then LAST DAYS OF DISCO will likely rank among your all-time favorites. Stillman's characters are at once extremely lovable and hateable; they either possess no sense of propriety or far too much, they won't take 'no' for an answer, or will, cheerfully.

And like any social circle, their ranks include winsome scoundrels, total a-holes, mousy introverts, and the tragically repressed. Our cast includes (amidst a sea of publishing flunkies, ponytailed d-bags, and costumed partyers) duplicitous, self-absorbed, and all too true-to-life Charlotte (Kate Beckinsale); awkward, traditional Alice (Chloe Sevigny); stand-in Fourierist, irresistibly drawn to Yuppie culture, Dan (Matt Ross); moralist, manic-depressive Josh (Matt Keelsar); groveling, pleasant ad man Jimmy (Mackenzie Astin); and the crown jewel: snarky, witty, roguish cad Des (Chris Eigeman, as himself...kind of).

Now, Stillman realizes that he's created a divisive aesthetic, and rewards his die-hards with warm, clever cameos from characters in his previous films, METROPOLITAN and BARCELONA. But, after 11 years, I only wish he would reward us with another feature... (Supposedly there are two television pilots, the long-awaited Jamaican film, and perhaps some other projects in the works.)

-Sean Gill

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Film Review: FACE/OFF (1997, John Woo)

Stars: 5 of 5.
Running Time: 140 minutes.
Notable Cast or Crew: John Travolta, Nicolas Cage, Joan Allen, Margaret Cho, Nick Cassavetes, CCH Pounder, Gina Gershon, John Carroll Lynch (of ZODIAC and DREW CAREY), Alessandro Nivola, Dominique Swain (of Adrian Lyne's LOLITA), Matt Ross (THE LAST DAYS OF DISCO, BIG LOVE), Thomas Jane (that makes two Patricia Arquette husbands in this movie), Chris Bauer, Tommy Flanagan (the scarred heavy from SIN CITY and SMOKIN' ACES), Kirk Baltz (the cop who loses an ear in RESERVOIR DOGS).
Tag-line: "In order to catch him, he must become him."
Best one-liner(s): "It's like looking in a mirror. Only... not. "

"Hello, Doctor. I hope you don't mind: I took a few of your groovy painkillers. I'm just enjoying some of your greatest hits here. Oh God, this is excellent. Oh, bravo. Bra-fucking-vo." So it's TANGO AND CASH meets DEMOLITION MAN meets FREAKY FRIDAY. And it's been directed by Tony Scott on a meth binge- John Woo. Damn! This movie really takes it up a notch. It's a symphonic ballet of particles; Woo's genius lies in the simplicity by which the film itself can be reduced to just objects in motion- tumbling men, flying glass shards, rotating debris, flapping doves, hurtling papers, cascading bullet casings. There would be no MATRIX without this. It's Peckinpah to the Nth degree, choreographed and concocted by a true mad scientist of cinema. The performances beg for hyperbole that goes beyond "over the top"- Cage and Travolta seem entwined in a battle to gorge themselves, to voraciously devour as much scenery as possible.



And Woo ensures that they never run out of scenery to chew upon. Joan Allen and Nick Cassavetes even get in on the action with, respectively, some ridiculous gasping,

and the probably ad-libbed line "THEY'RE LIKE COCKROACHES!"

There's WILD AT HEART references, inappropriate use of "Over the Rainbow," and lots of talk about 'tongue sucking.' In closing, this film perhaps should have been titled, FACE/TOUCHING.

There is more face touching than in any other movie I have ever seen. So try the FACE/OFF drinking game; take one drink every time someone touches someone else's face, and by the close, I guarantee you will be almost as crazy as Nick Cage.

"If I were to send you flowers where would I... no, let me rephrase that. If I were to let you suck...my tongue, would you be grateful?"

-Sean Gill