Homefront

Homefront - Dir. Gary Fleder (2013)

In 2006, Sylvester Stallone bid farewell to his most famous character in Rocky Balboa. The Italian Stallion donned the boxing gloves once more for a comeback match against a young upstart. In 2008, Stallone dusted the mothballs off another iconic character, the haunted Vietnam vet John Rambo. In the simply titled Rambo, Stallone rescued missionaries from the military junta in Burma. While Stallone has closed the door on Rocky, he left the possibility open for another Rambo adventure. At one point, he purchased the rights to Chuck Logan's novel Homefront as a possible vehicle to direct, star, and produce. There was even talk that it might be rewritten into a fifth Rambo flick. Instead, Homefront has become a vehicle for Stallone's fellow Expendable Jason Statham.

Statham is Phil Broker, an undercover DEA agent whose final mission ended in bloodshed and led to the arrest of Danny T (Chuck Zito), the leader of a drug running biker gang. Broker has decided to live the quiet life by moving to a small town in the Louisiana with his daughter Maddy (Izabela Vidovic). He's got horses, plenty of fresh air, and the pretty school teacher (Rachelle Lefevre) seems to take a liking to him. All that changes when Maddy gets into a scuffle with playground bully. This sets off a chain of disastrous events as the boy's drug-addled mother, Cassie (Kate Bosworth), demands retribution. Just so happens her brother, Gator Bodine (James Franco), is one bad dude. He cooks meth and everyone in town knows to stay away from him. When Gator learns of Broker's former line of work, he ropes in his girlfriend Sheryl (Winona Ryder) to set up a hit and get into Danny T's good graces.

Homefront doesn't off anything anyone hasn't seen before in a Jason Statham action movie. Although, there is one unintentionally funny scene in which the British bruiser tries to affect an American accent. Statham isn't afraid to unleash righteous fury when the bad guys push him around. However, he's not intentionally looking for trouble. You kind of wish he did.  A few scenes where Statham goes Buford Pusser on some sleazy swamp folk may have livened things up. There's just enough action in Homefront to keep your attention, just not enough to bring you to the edge of your seat. Director Gary Fleder, who previously helmed Things to Do in Denver When You're Dead and Runaway Jury, isn't known as an action director, but he handles the set pieces well, particularly one where Statham fights several henchmen with his hands zip tied behind his back. The script by Stallone is exactly the type of B-movie fare he and peers like Steven Seagal and Jean-Claude Van Damme traded in during the 80's.

What does set Homefront apart is the bold decision to cast against type for the antagonists with the exception of Frank Grillo as a hired assassin. California surfer girl Kate Bosworth is turned into a weary looking meth addict while Winona Ryder struggles to convince as an opportunistic biker groupie. James Franco certainly would not have been an obvious choice to play the lead villain though he is the most interesting. Franco's eclectic tastes were on full display in 2013. He played a young Wizard of Oz in Oz: The Great and Powerful, appeared in a cameo as Hugh Hefner in Lovelace, directed and starred in the docudrama Interior. Leather Bar, and won acclaim for his outlandish performance in Harmony Korine's Spring Breakers. Franco doesn't ham it up as Gator. He does relish in being a baddie, but he's not completely amoral. Once the truly ruthless killers arrive, Gator discovers he's just a little fish in a swamp full of crocs.

Homefront isn't a wholly satisfying experience due to a cookie cutter script that was cobbled together after a binge watching Sons of Anarchy and Breaking Bad. Still, if your standards aren't too demanding, Homefront winds up being a fun and disposable action pic.

Rating: ** (*****)

Frankenweenie

Frankenweenie - Dir. Tim Burton (2012)

Before he was Tim Burton, the director of Batman and Ed Wood, he was simply Tim Burton, a young animator trying to make a name for himself at Disney. He first gained notice in 1982 with a stop-motion animated short called Vincent. His follow-up was a half-hour live-action piece, Frankenweenie, about a boy who brings his beloved dog back to life. Unfortunately, Disney execs felt Burton had wasted company resources with a movie that wasn't kid friendly and fired him. On the positive side, Paul Reubens was a fan of Frankenweenie and got Burton the job of directing his first feature film, Pee-Wee's Big Adventure. The rest as they say is history, which has vindicated Burton. When he became a big name, Frankenweenie was released in edited format on VHS and later included, unedited, as an extra on the DVD and Blu-ray versions of The Nightmare Before Christmas. That holiday classic has raked in a ton of merchandising money for the House of Mouse, which went to the bank once again when Burton's Alice in Wonderland made over a billion at the box office. It's no wonder Disney allowed Burton to remake Frankenweenie, which was originally intended to be done in stop-motion.

The film is set in New Holland, an idyllic suburbia where Victor Frankenstein (Charlie Tahan) is seen as a bit of an oddball by his parents Edward (Martin Short) and Susan (Catherine O'Hara). Victor's only friend is his bull terrier, Sparky, who is tragically hit by a car. Inspired by a classroom experiment, Victor builds an elaborate array of equipment to harness the town's frequent lightning storms and brings Sparky back to life. The little fella may be stitched together and have two bolts in his neck, but he's his usual frisky self. Victor tries to keep the resurrected Sparky a secret, but is discovered by a hunchbacked classmate named Edgar Gore (Atticus Shaffer). E. Gore, get it?

Edgar blabs about the process to the other school kids, who proceed to bring their own deceased pets back to life. Soon, New Holland is under siege by a vampire cat, a mummified hamster, a horde of ravenous sea monkeys, and a giant Gamera-esque turtle cleverly named Shelley.

The last few years have seen Burton direct slick and garish blockbusters like Alice, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and Dark Shadows. So it is a relief to see Burton return to his roots with Frankenweenie, which resembles a greatest hits reel. The screenplay was adapted by long-time collaborator John August and once again scored by the great Danny Elfman. The pre-fabricated suburbs of New Holland appear to be lifted right out of Edward Scissorhands, which was the last movie Winona Ryder did with Burton. She returns as the voice of Elsa van Helsing, the sullen girl next door, who looks and acts a lot like Lydia Deets from Beetlejuice.

Frankenweenie could certainly be considered one of Burton's more personal films, which gives it more heart and soul than any of his recent efforts. Burton has projected a lot of himself into the character of Victor. The picture opens with Victor screening a home movie he shot using toys and Sparky as his star monster. Burton's influences are on full display with the third act that pays homage to the classic Universal horror flicks. His hero, Vincent Price, is represented by a lookalike science teacher named Mr. Rzykruski played by Martin Landau, who dips into his Bela Lugosi voice. The nominal antagonist is Mayor Burgemeister (also voiced by Short), whose name and permanent scowl are a reference to Burgemeister Meisterburger from Rankin/Bass's classic Santa Claus is Comin' to Town. Christopher Lee even pops in for a cameo as Mr. & Mrs. Frankenstein watch Horror of Dracula in their living room.

While the story isn't particularly inventive, the visuals more than make up for it. The puppets are lovingly crafted and exquisitely photographed in stark black and white. Unfortunately, kids may not be impressed by a movie that isn't CG animated or done in color. Frankenweenie is one of three horror-themed animated movies alongside ParaNorman and Hotel Transylvania, which was the most financially successful and garish of the bunch. It would be a shame for Frankenweenie to be ignored. It's a well-made movie and at less than 90 minutes doesn't overstay its welcome.

Rating; *** (*****)

The Dilemma

The Dilemma - Dir. Ron Howard (2011)

The Dilemma stirred up some controversy over a scene in which Vince Vaughn's character derogatively referred to electric cars as "gay." The joke was poorly timed following a tragic spate of teen suicides and the ugly comments by an Arkansas school board member. In the end, the controversy disappeared quicker than the movie did. The Dilemma was released in the doldrums of January and vanished from theaters a month later.

Vaughn plays Ronny Valentine, a fast-talking businessman who runs a small automotive design firm with his best friend, Nick (Kevin James). They're about to land the biggest contract of their lives after successfully pitching Chrysler their idea for an energy efficient engine with the power and feel of a classic muscle car. Nick's struggle to actually pull off his novel invention isn't the dilemma of the film's title. The real dilemma comes when Ronny discovers Nick's wife, Geneva (Winona Ryder), is having an affair with a younger man (Channing Tatum). Obviously, Ronny can't tell his BFF because then there wouldn't be a movie. No, Ronny decides to follow Geneva around like an amateur detective looking to gather enough evidence to bust her.

The previews made The Dilemma out be a lighthearted comedy when that's only partially true. Much like another Vince Vaughn vehicle, The Break-Up, The Dilemma is an unbalanced mixture of wacky comedy and heavy-handed drama. The usually competent (if bland) Ron Howard seems like the wrong director to juggle the story's fracture tonal shifts. Vaughn does his usual wiseacre routine as his once sterling career continues on a downward trajectory. The sharp tongued Vaughn of Swingers and Old School fame has disappeared, chipped away after years of doing terrible pictures like Fred Claus, Four Christmases, and Couples Retreat. It would be a safe bet to guess the filmmakers were hoping to get Jon Favreau for the Kevin James role or at least try to capture some of that same chemistry. They don't as James is given little to do beyond being the typical schlubby guy.

Beyond the basic comedic trappings, the movie takes a few vain stabs at lowbrow, Apatow-esque humor with Queen Latifah's character. She delivers bawdy lines about "lady wood" and having sex with people's words and it all feels completely forced and unfunny. The Dilemma also veers into slapstick when Ronny attempts to confront Geneva's boytoy, who is known simply as Zip. The chaotic scene culminates in Ronny threatening to burn Zip's apartment building down with a makeshift flamethrower made from an aerosol can. As the loverboy, Tatum is surprisingly funny in lampooning his own meathead persona. You know your movie is in trouble when the best thing in it is Channing Tatum. Jennifer Connelly is also excellent as Ronny's girlfriend, Beth. She lends an additional layer of gravitas to every scene she's in and is way better than this movie deserves. It helps that she looks insanely gorgeous too. Never has a Chicago Cubs shirt looked better than it does on Jennifer Connelly. Perhaps, she did the role as payment for Howard and producer Brian Grazer for helping her net that Oscar for A Beautiful Mind.

Rating: * (*****)

Black Swan

Black Swan - Dir. Darren Aronofsky (2010)

Black Swan is a feverish concoction that recalls the early psychological thrillers of Roman Polanski along with the backstage drama of All About Eve and a dash of Powell and Pressburger's The Red Shoes. Filmmaker Darren Aronofsky continues exploring themes of addiction and the mental anguish that comes from naked ambition. In his debut film, Pi, a mathematical genius is driven to the brink of insanity due to an obsession with a numerical sequence that might allow one to contact God. His sophomore effort, Requiem for a Dream, followed a quartet of hopeful dreamers whose lives are utterly destroyed by their addictions.

Thematically, Black Swan matches up very closely to Aronofsky's previous picture, The Wrestler. On the surface, ballet and professional wrestling seem like they are worlds apart, one is considered highbrow and the other lowbrow. But, both are performance arts that require its participants to sacrifice a great deal in terms of physical well-being and personal lives. While The Wrestler focused on a downtrodden man past his prime, Black Swan centers on a young woman at the cusp of a burgeoning career.

Natalie Portman is Nina Sayers, a dancer for a prestigious New York company run by the artsy alpha male, Thomas Leroy (Vincent Cassel). For the new season, Leroy boastfully proclaims that his production of Tchaikovsky's "Black Swan" will practically reinvent the old standby. He chooses Nina as his new lead with reservations. In terms of grace and technique, Nina has all the skills necessary to dance the role of the White Swan. However, she lacks the raw sensuality to dance the role of her twin, the Black Swan. As Nina throws herself into her work, her grasp on reality gradually unwinds. Her unbalanced mental state is only exacerbated by the arrival of Lily (Mila Kunis), who threatens to steal her spot as the company's top star. Lily is everything that Nina is not. Lily is sexy and free-spirited whereas Nina is virginal and repressed.

Physically, Nina must remain thin and lithe while mentally, she is kept in a state of child-like regression by her overbearing mother (Barbara Hershey). The Sayers live in a cramped apartment with Nina's bedroom decorated in pink and littered with doodles and stuffed animals. It's clear that whatever psychological problems have plagued Nina for years and haven't sprung up overnight.

Much like David Cronenberg, Aronofsky blurs the line between reality and the protagonist's distorted fantasies. The director pulls the carpet out from under the audience multiple times as Nina slips further and further away from sanity. The film's much talked about lesbian sex scene between its starlets is a firm example. Perhaps, it really happened. Most red-blooded males certainly hope it did. Was it a complete dream or maybe a masturbatory desire? Also cribbed from Cronenberg is Aronofsky's fascination with extreme body horror as Nina finds herself gradually morphing into some sort of avian form.

The first and second acts of Black Swan are gripping thanks to the excellent performances of Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis. Aronofsky's long-time cinematographer, Matthew Labatique (who shot on Super 16mm with some DSLR work), gives the film a grainy look that only accentuates the moody atmosphere. But, the film's final act is where it goes completely off the rails. Black Swan switches from creepy psychological thriller to wildly over-the-top melodrama. Any semblance of subtlety is thrown right out the window. It's difficult to tell if Aronofsky wanted the movie to be taken seriously or treated as camp.

Rating: ** (*****)

Star Trek

Star Trek - Dir. J.J. Abrams (2009)

Yes, I am a Star Trek fan. Like other Trekkies or Trekkers or whatever terminology is approved of, the thought of rebooting the original series must have been anathema. The idea isn’t completely unheard of as Babylon 5 creator J. Michael Straczynski wrote a treatment for a proposed remake series. Still, the very concept is like slaughtering a sacred cow. I approached the new Star Trek film with the same trepidation and disdain that I have with any other attempted remake from the Hollywood machine. I certainly didn’t consider J.J. Abrams to be the man that would be able to shepherd the franchise into the 21st century. Not to the mention the cast seemed as if they’d be more comfortable on a CW show than they would gallivanting through outer space. So it is with a great sense of surprise and satisfaction that I found the simply titled Star Trek to be a fantastic adventure film and the most fun theater experience I’ve had all year.

Abrams along with frequent collaborators Damon Lindelof (producer of Lost) and screenwriters Roberto Orci & Alex Kurtzman (Transformers) take us back to a time when the iconic Trek characters were still fresh-faced cadets in Starfleet Academy. James T. Kirk (Chris Pine) is a farm boy from Iowa whose father was captain of a starship for a only a few minutes and saved the lives of nearly every crew member including his wife and newborn son. This Kirk has a lot to live up to in more ways than one. He’s shunned Starfleet in favor of chasing girls and picking bar fights until a man-to-man talk with Capt. Christopher Pike (Bruce Greenwood). Light years away on the planet Vulcan, Spock (Zachary Quinto) has grown up torn between his Vulcan and human halves. Though he’s chosen the logical, emotionally repressed ways of his father Sarek (Ben Cross), he still possesses the fiery spirit of his mother Amanda (Winona Ryder). Long story short, they find their way on board the Enterprise along with plenty of familiar names with all new faces. These include; helmsman Hikaru Sulu (John Cho), communications officer Nyota Uhura (Zoe Saldana), the cantankerous Dr. Leonard McCoy (Karl Urban), and eventually engineer Montgomery Scott (Simon Pegg).

The maiden voyage of the U.S.S. Enterprise isn’t a smooth one as the crew must immediately go into battle against Nero (Eric Bana), a mad Romulan on a path to massive genocide. Nero has traveled back in time to avenge the destruction of his home planet by wiping out every world belonging to the Federation. Luckily for our heroes, an elderly Spock has found his way into the past to provide sage advice to the hotheaded Kirk.

Getting my nitpicks out of the way first, the script does feel rushed despite the film’s run time of over two hours. Kirk has an incredibly quick change of heart from rebellious youth to enlisting in Starfleet. From there, the story plays fast and loose as it assembles the famous crew of the Enterprise and gets them all in their proper place. Abrams manages to avoid the trendy shaky camera work that nearly everyone uses for action sequences in the wake of the Bourne trilogy. He does, however, utilize an awful lot of lens flare. It definitely works for many of the space scenes in accurately reflecting sun light off the hulls of the starships. I’m not so sure that it was needed for so many scenes, becoming quite distracting and obtrusive. Time travel probably wasn’t the most optimal choice for a storyline, but it was a necessary evil in order to placate the diehard fans in establishing this new Trek without wiping out or being beholden to previous continuity. It also allows Leonard Nimoy to take on a small role and symbolically pass the torch to this new ensemble. To their credit, the writers use time travel as a mere backdrop in order to avoid all the confusion and plot holes that usually comes with it.

The story, in and of itself, isn’t particularly original. It follows the basic journey of the protagonist into becoming the hero we know he will be while foiling the supervillain in his quest to destroy all life. Where the film shines is in its treatment of its characters and the actors who truly elevate the material they’ve been given. Chris Pine had the unenviable task of bringing life to James T. Kirk while the specter of William Shatner forever followed him. Pine captures the swashbuckling attitude of the original Kirk with a dash of Han Solo thrown in for good measure. His freewheeling ways stand in contrast to his restrained Vulcan first officer. Quinto not only looks the part of Spock, but captures his logical nature as well as the burning passions buried deep inside his human half. As expected, Simon Pegg provides the comic relief though neither he nor Sulu are given enough scenes to work with. Anton Yelchin nails Chekov’s Russian accent perfectly.

I’ve not been much of a fan of Eric Bana and found many of his performances a bit on the stiff side. I thought he was good in Munich though easily outshined by co-stars Daniel Craig and Geoffrey Rush. As Nero, Bana really relishes the villainous role and chews the scenery whenever he gets the chance. There are echoes of Wrath of Khan in Nero’s confrontations with the Enterprise along with a heavy influence from Jules Verne’s 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. Both characters suffered the loss of their family and people thus dedicating their lives to battling what they feel are injustice and imperialism. Perhaps, the best performance out of anyone is Karl Urban who shows off amazing comedic timing as the grouchy, wild-eyed Dr. McCoy. Urban, a self-professed Trek fan, practically channels the spirit of DeForest Kelly.

For the first time in a long time, we have a Trek film that was truly meant for the big screen. Abrams and company have fashioned a widescreen spectacle packed to the gills with action and excitement. Will it please every longtime fan? No. This is a Trek accessible to the masses and unencumbered by past mythology. Just like Bond and Batman, this is a reboot that works. This is a new Star Trek that still pays homage to its predecessor not just in spirit. There are several scenes and lines of dialogue that call back to past episodes and films. At the same time, the film frees up the franchise to boldly go where no one has gone before.

There are still detractors. I know some fellow Trek fans who absolutely refuse to see the film. I also know several people (friends and relatives) who’ve never shown an inkling of interest in Star Trek and are either dying to see this new version or have seen it and loved it. If someone went to see Iron Man, loved it, and wanted to read some of the comics, I’m all for it. If Abrams’ Star Trek gets new fans to watch the original series or Next Generation or any iteration, I’m all for it. I don’t agree with the viewpoint that the new Star Trek detracts from classic Trek nor does it erase what’s come before it. I’ve been more than willing to accept this new vision as an alternate reality far removed from the original. Consider Star Trek to be a flickering light in the corner of your eye and ignore it if you choose. Me? I’m more than happy to enjoy all versions.

I’m also happy to see that in the future go-go boots and mini-skirts are still in fashion.

Rating: ****