Showing posts with label Secret Life of Walter Mitty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Secret Life of Walter Mitty. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (2013)

Remember Ben Stiller who made “Reality Bites”? A sharp comedy/ drama that made you pay attention, and plan to immediately buy the soundtrack? He’s been gone for years, stuck in a loop of juvenile fare. Behold, a near miracle. Stiller takes the 1947 Danny Kaye hit “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty,” and turns it on its heads with a fully new spin about a day-dreaming man who became lost on his way to adulthood after the death of his father. Here, Walter cares for his mother, pays his bills, and works at “Life” magazine, but he’s watching life. Not living it. He hasn’t put himself first. Then the loss of a key photograph under his care sends Walter on a worldwide trip to find its creator, Sean Penn, in a very Sean Penn role. “Mitty” is epic in every sense of the word. Romantic, too. And vibrating with great music. As Walter’s daydreams give way to real adventure, the film soars, never grander than when our hero rides a skateboard. It may cross the line into obviousness (the “Life” motto pounces loud like scripture), but the Stiller has re-found his path. The cinematography astounds. Shirley MacLaine as the mom sparkles. B+

Thursday, January 30, 2014

The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (1947)

I have not read the short story nor have I seen the new film from Ben Stiller of “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty.” But I did just check out the original cinematic take with Danny Kaye as the mother-heckled, day-dreaming hero whose flights of fancy get him in trouble, from running a car over a curb to getting caught up in a murder conspiracy plot that plays as a satirical stab at Hitchcock. That’s not a complaint, not with Kaye -– absolutely one of the most lovable and talented souls ever to grace the screen -- as the good guy and Boris Karloff as an evil doctor who tries to shove Kaye out a high-rise window. (Kaye is playing the anti-Cary Grant hero here, a scared wet-eyed puppy.) Story author James Thurber hated the film. Changes were made and blah blah blah. Sorry for him. Truly. Because it’s Danny Kaye, we have song and dance, and not to discount Thurber, I smiled huge. Sure, it’s corny, but it’s joyful, even if the finale feels random, missing. Watch it. Smile. B+