Showing posts with label Paul Dano. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paul Dano. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Prisoners (2013)

Dark dramas about child kidnapping do not make for Hollywood fare. “Prisoners” breaks that mold with its unsettling story one that remains gripping –- for the most part -- to the end, with a cast that digs deep. It centers on a Pennsylvania family (an excellent Hugh Jackman as father and Mario Bello as mother) that believes in God, guns, and “be ready” survivalist skills. Their all-American spirit shatters when their young daughter disappears on Thanksgiving Day, along with the child of an African-American family (Terrence Howard and Viola Davis). Jackman’s father who demands self-control loses himself to rage and takes hostage and savagely tortures a suspect (Paul Dano) cut loose by police for lack of evidence. What would Jesus do? Does it matter? Meanwhile, a detective (Jake Gyllenhaal) searches for the girls, hitting roadblocks and errors: He causes a jailhouse death, a move that shatters not his confidence, but the story’s logic flow. Ugly move: Director Denis Villeneuve marginalizes the mothers as they play to weeping clichés as the men do Manly Things. I fumed. But I also loved many details: The turkey and pie leftovers sitting uncollected for days and the sheer dullness of next-door evil in our America. B

Monday, September 24, 2012

Ruby Sparks (2012)

Paul Dano, the blood in “There Will Be Blood,” is a novelist who hit big at 19 and crashed by 29, sidelined by writer’s block, insecurities that befuddle his family, and no girlfriend on the horizon in “Ruby Sparks.” For a guy named “voice of his generation,” Calvin Weir-Fields is a pipsqueak. Then one day, the perfect woman (Zoe Kazan) walks right into his life, and introduces herself as the too-perfectly-named titular character. She’s his dream girl. Literally. He dreamt her up as a writing exercise, and now she’s cooking eggs, screaming happily at zombie flicks, and meeting the family. Smart, hilarious, dark, and able to stand within the long shadow of another cinematic gem, “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind,” this indy film was written by Ms. Kazan for herself and real-life squeeze Dano, and it’s not just a career play, but a scorching satire on artistic ego, What Men Want, and the stark difference between wishing for a devoted girlfriend and getting exactly that. Kazan, granddaughter of Elia, takes a blowtorch to every boring, submissive rom-com female stereotype with her writing and acting, both radiant. Bravo! A-

Thursday, August 13, 2009

There Will Be Blood (2007)

"There Will be Blood" is the film of the decade. It is nothing less than the story of America’s darkest side of its greatest gifts to the world: Capitalism and religious freedom. Unfettered, unchecked and in the hands of the corrupt, they can bring about unlimited evil. Blood – and oil – flowing uncontrolled.

“Blood” is based on a book by Upton Sinclair, but plays more like the greatest John Steinbeck epic not written by John Steinbeck. The master of this darkest of dark West of Eden tales, though, is Paul Thomas Anderson ("Magnolia" and “Boogie Nights”). Whatever he gives us next, this is his greatest film.

For the first 20-odd minutes we see only Daniel Day-Lewis as Daniel Plainview, etching out, chunk by chunk, dynamite blast by dynamite blast, silver from a California mine. He is obsessed. Muttering to himself. He wants that silver, and not an ill-timed explosion and shattered leg will stop him. The silver, though, is a means to an end: Oil. Nothing can stop this man, who can’t abide other people, nor stand for others to succeed. No amount of power or money can quench his thirst. Plainview will suck California dry if he so desires. Not even his young adopted son, who he uses as a friendly face marketing tool, is spared.

Planview’s match, his warped mirror image, is the young preacher Eli Sunday (Paul Dano) who spreads a fanatical form of Christianity, with him as God for all intent and purposes, like an evil oil slick. Plainview hates religion for it detracts from his worker’s loyalty to him, and likewise Sunday hates Plainview. For quite the same reason. On their own level: How can you suck up unlimited money if you’re worshipping God, and how can you worship God if you’re busy sucking unlimited money? The Nine Inch Nails lyric “Bow down before the one you serves” comes to mind.

Much of the film focuses on these men ripping each other apart, and – at the climax -- out-performing each other in a scene that crashes and burns beautifully. For each man knows the other is an actor, of sorts, and nothing else matters except the performance. It is amazing to watch. Equally amazing are the scenes in which, despite himself, Plainview shows kindness toward others and love toward his adopted son. The displays are brief. The man buries these acts deep below his black-liquid soul. Likewise, Sunday shows massive violence, attacking his earthly father, and hissing out the words, “God does not forgive stupidity.” He ticks with this violence. These men destroy all those around them. Without a care.

The punch in the mouth: “There Will be Blood” is not a warning tale. It is a condemnation against a nation that often sees itself as not just blessed by God and the best in the world, not to be questioned, but the only country worthy of being blessed by God. The movie is only more timely now, today, as I drive in South Carolina and see billboards that proclaim “America Bless God” (He doesn’t need our blessing, folks, He’s God), and politicians and right-wing TV and radio pinheads who declare Christianity the only religion protected by the Constitution, that immigrants are vile, that businesses should remain unregulated and allowed to reign free, and others that America never apologizes. That America is right, always and forever.

Our greed for money, power and oil and our own religious fanaticism – with us out godding God, and damning those who disagree as evil and against us and Him – will lead to destruction. As with Plainview and Sunday. But there’s hope too: See the kindness and openness of the grown son.

Anderson’s world is flawless, and his clean landscapes of California rough brush beautiful. The score by Radiohead’s Jonny Greenwood is its own character, never more so when an oil rig explodes, the son loses his hearing, and Plainview watches his oil and his soul burn up. Day-Lewis is so crazy, seething brilliant, it’s beyond comprehension. Dana the actor survives this nuclear blast, a miracle, for sure.

For an extra helping of look-into-your-soul darkness, the Coen’s dark thriller “No Country for Old Men” is a helluva companion piece. By itself, or paired, though, Anderson has created the epic of our times. Unshakable. Unforgettable. A new classic forever. A+