Movie Review of AUGUST: OSAGE COUNTY by Howard CasnerPosted: January 1, 2014 | Author: Donald | Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: August: Osage County, Chris Cooper, Julia Roberts, Margo Martindale, Meryl Streep, Pacific Rim, Tracy Letts | 194 Comments »
Pacific Rim is a big, expensive through the whazoo, blockbuster, tent pole film that was cast with second tier actors (or less), because, I suspect, after all the money was allotted for CGI (probably equal to the gross national product of all third world countries combined), there wasn’t anything left for A-listers. August: Osage County was made on a much more modest budget, which means they could fill the cast with top of the line Academy Award nominees and winners and other actors who critics have been raving about and who are hot, hot, hot.
Well, the budget may have been less, and the actors greater, but the size of the disaster feels exactly the same.
I’m sure it all seemed like a good idea at the time, taking a critically acclaimed play (a Pulitzer Prizer at that) that was hugely successful on Broadway and fill it with plenty of Hollywood royalty to make the audience swoon. After all, it worked for Grand Hotel and Dinner at Eight, didn’t it? Hell, I’d have done it. Who wouldn’t have? And it stars Meryl Streep, too, for God’s sake. Who could resist?
And it should have worked. It has all the right ingredients. It screams to be a memorable and searing drama of a dysfunctional family.
But to quote a friend of mine, “it’s a mess”. And he’s right. I mean, it’s a real mess. And the result is A Long Day’s Journey Into Night lite. No, it’s a bit worse than that. It’s Long Day’s Journey… without caffeine and salt as well. It’s about as blanded down and derivative as one can get.
Everyone who doesn’t like the movie seems to be pointing their finger at Streep herself, saying that her over the top, ham fisted performance as pill popping, vicious, Bette Davis-channeled, matriarch Violet Weston just bulldozes over everybody and everything in her path. But I have to strongly disagree. I’m not convinced there’s anything essentially wrong with her or her acting. Indeed, I posit that she’s as good as she’s ever been.
I also sort of think that she’s getting bad press because she’s been so good for so long, people are desperate to take her down a peg or two—“finally, Streep gives less than a stellar performance, we can die now”.
No, I think the essential problem is not her interpretation, but the character itself.
The screenplay, written by Tracy Letts and adapted from his own play, has this supposed force of nature at its center, but a force of nature that doesn’t seem to have a reason for acting the way she does. She has her whole family gathered around her, everybody together for the first time in who knows how many years, but what does she want from them? What does she want to do to them while they are there? What is she hoping to get out of it? I had absolutely no idea.
In fact, I found her to be pretty forceless, full of sound and fury, but not signifying much of anything when it came down to it.
And there’s a key scene that I believe demonstrates what I’m getting at. At the funeral lunch, Violet suddenly, out of nowhere, insists that grace be said. But why? What is her motivation (as they say in the biz)? What does she hope to achieve or get out of it? I mean, I know why Letts includes it; it’s a pretty cheap laugh. But I had absolutely no idea why Violet asked for it, so the scene just seems so…purposeless.
And for the whole of the movie, every action of Violet’s seems constrained by this same problem. It feels as if she’s supposed to be in the driver’s seat of the story, determining where everything is going, but she can’t find the GPS, until finally I started thinking of that theater joke when the method actor asks what his motivation is and the director says, your paycheck at the end of the week. That she’s able to do anything with the part I think is a tribute to her ability.
The other characters also have the same issue at times. Why they put up with this crazy person at the head of the table when they know she’s high as a kite and is acting completely irrational was something of a mystery to me. The screen door is right there and, as the screenplay is written, now that the funeral is over, there’s nothing really keeping them there. After all, most of them haven’t been home for years. If they had no problem leaving before, what’s keeping them there now? Everyone sticks around, but no one seems to have a reason to, psychologically or practically.
So, the whole drama sort of flails around as it keeps trying to find something to hold it together, something to grab onto and focus on. But in the end, it just feels like a series of scenes that seem to have no real logical connection, all on the same level, all waiting for Godot.
And then the whole thing stops. It doesn’t end. It just…stops. In fact, in the final scene, I was fully waiting for another whole act yet to resolve everything, to bring it all together, for it all to mean something. But no, the music comes up and the credits start and it’s all over. With the result that I had no idea what the point of the whole thing was.
I also suspect that in making the change from stage to screen, something else may have happened to throw things off (but I have not read the play or seen it, so this is just wild inexcusable speculation). The whole movie feels like a drama that started out as an ensemble piece that became a movie about a mother/daughter relationship, here between Violet’s oldest Barbara (played by Julia Roberts with a Mona Lisa frown) and Violet herself.
I mean, it’s Julia Roberts. How do you not try to make the movie revolve around her in some way? And the fact that the producers couldn’t figure out who to push for best actress and best supporting actress when it came to the Oscars (changing their minds at least once), just buttresses my opinion…in my opinion.
But since the two don’t have a relationship in the first place, never create one during the movie, and end up not having one at the end, this emphasis on these two characters seems muddled and unconvincing, and just plain puzzling. At when it’s all over, when Barbara stops her truck and looks out at a field (a field that has no significance to anyone or anything in the story as far as I could tell), then pulls that frown upside down into a triumphant smile and takes off heading away from her childhood home, I wasn’t sure what she was triumphing over. She’s not heading anyplace new. She’s heading back to status quo, to the place she was before the movie started.
At the same time, there is one aspect of the movie that deserves high praise and that is the remarkable acting of Margo Martindale, as Violet’s sister Mattie Fae, and Chris Cooper, as her husband Charlie. These two performers have a palpable chemistry that no one else in the cast seems to come within country miles of having. The actors feel so much like they have been married for the thirty eight years their characters have, it almost brings one to tears. And they show that deep affection coupled with built up resentment that so many couples have who have been married for that long show.
And whenever they are on screen, there is some indication of what the movie might have been.
But part of that is because Mattie Fae has a definite reason for acting the way she does. She holds a secret that affects a large number of people in the story, a secret concerning her son Little Charles and Violet’s daughter Ivy. And it’s amazing how much of a difference that can make. While Streep seems to be floundering for a character to play, Martindale and Cooper walk away with the acting honors because there is something definitely at stake for them. And they play the hilt out of it.
Yet, at the same time, once you find out what the secret is, it’s something of a let down. For one thing, it’s quite a cliché, a plot twist that’s been very popular these last few years on various and sundry TV series that incorporate crime and mystery stories of some sort as their basis.
But I also have to be honest here. When it was revealed, I know I was supposed to go, OMG, poor Ivy and Little Charles. But I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. Instead, I went, so?
Okay, for those of you who have seen the movie, I know, I know. I’m going to hell. I’m immoral and my opinion is just one of the signs of the coming apocalypse. But I just didn’t care and just didn’t see the problem. I just didn’t see what the big deal was.
Sort of how I felt about the movie, I suppose.
Movie of Review BEAUTIFUL CREATURES by Howard CasnerPosted: February 20, 2013 | Author: Donald | Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Alden Ehrenreich, Beautiful Creatures, Eileen Atkins, Emma Thompson, Jeremy Irons, Margo Martindale, Richard LaGravenese, Viola Davis | 2 Comments »
Beautiful Creatures, the new slough of despair, riddled with angst teenage film written and directed by Richard LaGravenese, is one of those movies that preaches against intolerance and bigotry and then makes cartoons out of every Christian in town, except for the one who’s black and therefore a true believer (stereotype much?). It’s also a teenage version of Bewitched in which a mortal falls in love with a witch (oh, all right, Christine O’Donnell, they are not witches, they are casters—happy now?), but with more adolescent ennui and existential dread. Finally, it’s also one of the myriad of films that we’re going to be plagued with (and I mean plagued) as various producers desperately try to fill the void that has been formed by the absence of the Twilight franchise.
I think it’s safe to say that Beautiful Creatures didn’t do a lot for me (I only went because I finally decided it had a better chance of working than that new Die Hard film—unfortunately, from what I’m hearing, I made the right choice).
To be fair, there is one marvelous scene near the beginning of Beautiful Creatures that did suggest the movie might actually go somewhere. Not anywhere great, mind you, I wasn’t that optimistic; but, you know, somewhere. In this scene, our hapless hero Ethan (played by Alden Ehrenreich, who has such an unnerving resemblance to Leonardo DiCaprio, he could play his younger brother) is put under a spell by caster Macon (Jeremy Irons—yes, that Jeremy Irons) and asked what he’s going to do with his life. It’s already been readily established that he is applying to every college more than a thousand miles away in order to get out of his podunk, one-horse town. But instead of going there, he instead finds himself spouting out that he’s going to college locally so he can take care of his father and end up teaching in town, making a disastrous marriage and cheating on his wife and drinking heavily and having a heart attack at age 52, etc., etc., until he dies at age 62 by hanging himself (but with the rather brilliant coup de grace that his body won’t be found for a few days).
But alas and alack, this going somewhere twas not to be, for a few scenes later, Macon and another character, Sarafine, who has taken over the body of the local religious bigot Mrs. Lincoln (played by Emma Thompson—yes, that Emma Thompson), have a lengthy pax de duex in a church that goes on and on…and on. And at this point, this very point, the movie crashes and burns and, to mix metaphors, gets buried so deep, not even George Romero could resurrect it.
And speaking of Jeremy Irons and Emma Thompson, not to mention Viola Davis and Eileen Atkins and Margo Martindale (yes, that David, Atkins and Martindale), why is it in England when they use their great actors and award winners for escapist fare, they give them movies like The Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter and the James Bond films, but in the U.S. they give them stuff like…like…well, like this?
But you have to hand it to them. All the actors are game and they play it all as if it were written by the bard himself (one doesn’t know whether to give them credit where credit is due for that, or just sit down and weep tears of Dido). At any rate, it hardly matters. Most of the time one just sits there not entranced by their performances, but just trying to figure out why they would make a movie like this.
Yeah, I don’t think Beautiful Creatures did a lot for me.