Saturday 3 January 2015

Review: American Hustle

American Hustle 
Directed by David O’Russell
Written by Eric Warren Singer and David O’Russell
Starring Christian Bale, Amy Adams, Bradley Cooper, Jennifer Lawrence and Jeremy Renner
Since the start of the decade, David O’Russell has gone from strength to strength, establishing himself as one of this generation’s finest filmmakers. With The Fighter and Silver Linings Playbook, O’Russell has been able to create emotional dramas mixed with his own quirky, Woody Allenesque style of comedy. His debt to the bespectacled comedy icon is increased through American Hustle. As well as Allen, O’Russell owes a huge amount to the equally diminutive and bespectacled Martin Scorsese. In many ways, this incident of Scorsese-meets-Allen is both a homage and parody of crime films such as Goodfellas and Casino.
Loosely based on the Abscam sting operation of the late 70s, American Hustle tells the story of con artists and lovers Irving Rosenfeld (Bale) and Sydney Prosser (Adams) and their compliance with FBI agent Richie DiMaso (Cooper) after he catches them carrying out a loan scam. They soon are part of a campaign to incriminate Mayor Carmine Polito (Renner), a hero to his constituents in Camden, New Jersey. Together, Rosenfeld, Prosser and DiMaso try to catch Polito taking funds illegally from investors looking to help Polito rejuvenate gambling in Atlantic City, providing jobs and wealth for New Jersey. As well as this, Rosenfeld’s mentally unstable and unpredictable wife Rosalyn (Lawrence) becomes involved, putting the whole operation in danger. As mentioned earlier, American Hustle owes a huge debt to films such as Goodfellas and Casino, two films that are also base on true events. Instead of the true to life image that these films project, O’Russell opts for a more honest declaration of its factuality, claiming that “some of this actually happened.” This perfectly sets the tongue-in-cheek tone of American Hustle, a brilliant crime comedy-drama and O’Russell’s best film to date. This tone allows the film to not take itself too seriously and take certain liberties with dialogue penned by Singer and O’Russell. The imagery created is so rich and quirky without trying too hard under the duo’s earnest penmanship. It is this passive earnestness that leaves me wondering how no one ever thought of calling a microwave a “science oven” whilst also marvelling at how they thought of describing Roselyn as the “Picasso of passive aggressive karate”. The actors sell it so well though. In one scene, Irving is talking about how he’s like the Vietcong in such a ludicrous way but Bale and the excellent cast never let the ingeniously idiosyncratic dialogue run away from them. In fact, O’Russell allows the cast to take further liberties with improvisation so that the film floats like air on a moral undercurrent. This decision to allow his actors freedom shows a director with confidence in his actors and his screenplay. Vibrant use of light, panning and general camerawork illustrates O’Russell’s confidence in his directorial abilities. Much of the glamour, hilarity and sadness in this film is down to O’Russell’s impeccable direction.
It must be a joy to direct a film when the performances are all first rate. From the five fabulous actors on top of the billing, through to Louis CK’s turn as DiMaso’s overseeing officer, all the way down to a small but pivotal cameo by Robert De Niro, all the acting is close to perfect. Bale’s performance is especially funny in the way he adds to the film’s feel of parody. Much of his comedy borders on impersonation or cartoonlike lampooning of some of the crime genre’s biggest stars and their macho bravado. In a scene in which Richie ruffles Irving’s hairpiece, Bale gives off a comical stare of anger that reminded me of Al Pacino in Scarface or office drama Glengarry Glen Ross. His stammering and hesitations are reminiscent of De Niro and even his facial contortions mimic the Heat star. Bale never lets this fall into flat impersonation though and instead makes what could have been grovelling praise into mocking admiration. Lawrence portrays Rosalyn with bombast but also with a sympathy that stops her from becoming irritating when she flies off into eccentricities that become extremely endearing under her control. Renner pulls off the good guy mayor who just wants the best for his constituents without becoming condescending. Adams is mesmerising as Prosser and gives her an animalistic desire to survive that is both admirable and seductive. Cooper’s casting as DiMaso is arguably the most inspired casting choice. His charisma and dogged determination shines through to make DiMaso, who is probably the most unlikable character in the film, pathetic and pitiable. Bale stands out as the best among equals somewhat because of his greater amount of time on screen. However, it is his lack of vanity and his ability to make this obese, toupee-wearing con artist the character with the greatest grasp of respect and humanity. In his warts-and-all portrayal, Bale always accentuates Irving’s warts for comic effect and his redeeming qualities to add a positive edge to the sleazy criminal. The displacement of his ridiculous hairpiece is offset by the sadness shown in his eyes, always drilling home the film’s sentiment that hustling and lying are part of life, but it doesn’t mean that the hustlers are always happy about it. He and the other actors see the humanity in Singer’s and O’Russell’s wonderful screenplay. They see the care that has gone into crafting these flawed but ultimately human characters. They see that for the ridiculous 70s décor, hair and makeup and for all the film’s glamour, the film is a story of humans and their imperfections, no matter how hard they try to make things perfect.


Rating: 10/10

Review: Gravity

Gravity
Directed by Alfonso Cuarón
Written by Alfonso Cuarón and Jonás Cuarón
Starring Sandra Bullock and George Clooney
Although touted as an edge-of-your-seat thrill ride by numerous critics, I was disappointed to find that midway through Alfonso Cuarón’s space catastrophe Gravity I was slumped, sinking into my chair. No, this is not because the seats at the VUE in Leeds are extremely comfortable, which they are. The reason was that for all its acclaim I personally did not find anything thrilling about this visual juggernaut. With numerous nods to 2001: A Space Odyssey, including an extremely heavy-handed shot of Sandra Bullock in the foetal position, Gravity does create tangents between itself and Kubrick’s masterpiece of the late 60s. Unfortunately for Gravity, these tangents become vehicles for comparison.

Yes, they are extremely different films that both happen to be set in space but the greatest lesson that could be learnt from the tone of 2001 is that less is more. You can get a lot more tension from a simple “open the pod bay doors, HAL” than you can from a billion tonnes of debris soaring through space. Striking in terms of its visuals but lacking a worthwhile screenplay, Gravity rushes through a 91 minute runtime to become one of the most disappointing movie-going experiences I have ever had.

In Gravity we see Mission Specialist Dr. Ryan Stone (Bullock) on her first space shuttle mission with seasoned veteran astronaut Matt Kowalski (Clooney) who is taking part in his last mission. During a spacewalk repairing a panel on the Hubble Telescope, Housten (voiced by Ed Harris) alerts them that debris from a satellite destroyed by a Russian missile has caused a chain reactions destroying other satellites and creating a cloud of debris that is hurtling round the earth. The astronauts soon lose contact with Mission Control before their shuttle is catastrophically damaged. Stone and Kowalski now must find contact with Housten or directly return to Earth.

I am not disputing that Gravity is an achievement visually and for the first 15 minutes I was more than happy to allow the images to wash over me. In a blackened movie theatre, it is almost as if you are floating with Stone and Kowalski. Bullock and Clooney do have a good back-and-forth and some good chemistry but their relationship stops its maturation early and never really goes beyond the unsubtle sexual tension that is clearly there between them. This film doesn’t do subtlety though. It all becomes too much so that you can’t move to the edge of your seat in anticipation because there is no tension. There is only the oppression you get from being bombarded by explosions that would make Michael Bay blush. The plot is very “...and then this happened, and then this happened”. Life threatening peril is followed by more life threatening peril, leaving little time for introspection, character development or emotion. All emotion is shoehorned into the film through the most contrived dialogue I have heard in recent years. Clooney does well as the wise-cracking veteran and Bullock gives a competent performance embodying the human spirit and they do rise above the material on occasion but the characters are so underdeveloped and clichéd that they just don’t engage you. This is what makes Gravity so disappointing. It really feels Cuarón senior and junior did not care. The screenplay feels like an excuse to make a film, not the reason they’re making it.

Gravity feels like a missed opportunity at a true cinematic landmark. Imagine you’re at a rock concert. An electric guitar player of technical brilliance comes onstage. He is fast, frantic and furious in his playing; a real virtuoso. You enjoy the first minute of the solo and maybe the second. The player carries on for another 20 minutes. There is no discernible melodic phrasing and soon even the volume becomes too much. That is what Gravity is to me. It is simply a lot of “look at how good I am” direction and technical trickery without real substance. This is so much so that the film doesn’t produce tension but rather the feeling of a crushing oppression that slams you back into your seat.

Rating: 4/10