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Monday, May 29, 2017

Yo Ho Ho And A Sequel Of Rum


“Find Jack Sparrow for me and relay a message, from Captain Salazar. Tell him, death will come straight for him.” ~ Salazar

“We are to be allies.” ~ Henry Turner 
“Considering where your left hand is, I’d say we’re more than that!” ~ Carina Smyth

“I have heard stories of a mighty Spanish captain who sunk and killed thousands of men.” ~ Hector Barbossa

“Guillotine? Sounds French. I love the French!” ~ Jack Sparrow


Disney’s now long running Pirates Of The Caribbean series returns to theatres with a fifth film, Dead Men Tell No Tales, which treads some familiar ground (well, familiar waters) with the drunken pirate, the young lovers, and the cranky villain who just can’t let go of a grudge. If you think you’ve seen this film before, you have, because that’s pretty much been the status quo of the previous four movies in the series. Johnny Depp and Geoffrey Rush return once more to reprise their roles, while the villain’s role is given over to an actor who’s in danger of becoming typecast for playing villains, Javier Bardem.


We meet the ten year old Henry Turner (Lewis McGowan) early in the film. The son of Will and Elizabeth Turner (Orlando Bloom and Keira Knightley, returning to reprise their roles in cameo appearances), Henry seeks to free his sea faring father from the curse that binds him to the Flying Dutchman ship, and meets him for the first time. Will is touched, but doesn’t believe it’s possible to lift the curse, telling his son to leave and never return. Nine years later, Henry is in the Royal Navy, now played by Brenton Thwaites, and his ship comes under attack by a ghostly ship in a place called the Devil’s Triangle. The ship is captained by the seriously grouchy Captain Salazar (Bardem), who leaves Henry alive to send a message to someone he has a particular dislike for.


That person, of course, is Captain Jack Sparrow (Depp), who’s been busy robbing and plundering with his crew. Sparrow’s luck seems to run out, and he finds himself about to be executed in the company of a young woman sentenced to die for witchcraft, Carina Smyth (Kaya Scodelario), who’s not a witch but more of a scientist. It doesn’t take long for Sparrow, Henry, and Carina to all get caught up in the same over the top quest for a relic (another holdover from the previous film, these movies always have some treasure or object of desire), the Trident of Poseidon, which will supposedly grant its possessor control over the seas.


The screenplay comes from Jeff Nathanson, who had a hand in film scripts like Catch Me If You Can, The Terminal, and Indiana Jones & The Kingdom Of The Crystal Skull. The film was in development hell for years on end- it’s been six years since the last instalment. This time out feels all too familiar- as mentioned earlier, there are common motifs in this franchise, from the drunken pirate bumbling his way through a supernaturally tinged adventure, the young star crossed lovers, the cranky antagonist, the oddball supporting characters and sheer preposterousness of the plotline.


Original series director Gore Verbinski, who helmed the first three films and then went on to that disaster known as The Lone Ranger, is absent again, as is Rob Marshall, who directed On Stranger Tides. In their place are a pair of directors, Joachim Ronning and Espen Sandberg. Most of their filming was done on location and sound stages in Australia, while series producer (and perennial expert in bombast) Jerry Bruckheimer stayed on in that role. The film moves along through plot holes and preposterousness with breathless abandon, and the directors pace it that way. There are times, though, when the visual style can be a bit murky, such as night scenes- I suggest avoiding this in 3D, unlike the only screening that I could get to; I expect 3D winds up making things all the more murky. There’s some spectacular CGI along the way- the ghostly look of Salazar, his ship and crew, for instance, or the look of the previously established Flying Dutchman. The CGI goes into overtime, however, for the climactic sequences, and a parting of the seas that puts The Ten Commandments to shame.


What’s previously established in this series generally works, from the point of view of the crew. Set design certainly does render a look that’s vivid for pirate or Navy ships, or a Caribbean town of the era. This comes down to costume design and makeup, where pirates each in turn have a distinctive look, for instance, or civilians are dressed in a way accustomed to the era. The score, which has previously had the touch of Hans Zimmer all over it in earlier films (Zimmer produced the first score by Klaus Badelt, and composed some of the themes before taking the helm for the following films), is now taken on by Geoff Zanelli, one of Zimmer’s associates. Zanelli had a hand in some of the orchestrations of the previous films, and those films provide a springboard for his score.


The cast is a sprawling one, a good number of them British, but generally international. Orlando Bloom and Keira Knightley sat out the fourth instalment as their characters Will and Elizabeth Turner, the star crossed lovers who took three movies to finally get married (and then got separated by a wee bit of a curse that keeps Will permanently at sea most of the time). Both the actors and the characters seem a bit too young to be the parents of a nineteen year old son, one of those plot holes I mentioned, and their appearances here tend to lean more towards the cameo, but it’s pleasing to see them both, even as it reinforces how their characters shine more than the younger set.


That’s probably more because the younger actors in the film have roles that are somewhat underwritten and fill in the blank sorts. Brenton Thwaites is an Australian actor, playing the part of the Turner son Henry, who spends the film on a desperate quest to save his father from the curse he’s under. He plays the part with an earnest, befuddled manner (not unlike Will, who frequently seemed befuddled by the pirate captain he’d thrown his lot in with). The actor’s capable enough in the role, it just seems like the writer’s trying to essentially fit him right into the same slot as his character’s father was in the first film. The same applies with Kaya Scodolario, playing Carina. She’s essentially the Elizabeth Turner substitute of the film- the intelligent, wilful, strong minded woman who’s easily exasperated with Jack and becomes smitten with the young Henry. The story gives the character some different angles- instead of a governor’s daughter, she’s a person of science, particularly astronomy, in an era where a woman learning in higher education is unthinkable.


Kevin McNally returns once again, having had appeared in all four of the previous films as Jack’s loyal first mate Joshamee Gibbs. The character is good for comic relief and the occasional touch of wisdom; while drink seems to hit him harder than it does Jack, it doesn’t appear to have done the amount of brain damage to him that it has to Jack (has Jack Sparrow ever wondered if he might have a drinking problem?). Gibbs is a welcome continuing presence in the series, and the actor makes the most of it.


Javier Bardem is in danger at this point of typecasting himself in the role of villains. The Spanish actor is known to North American audiences for two ruthless villains in No Country For Old Men and Skyfall, and the pattern returns with his role as Captain Salazar, the antagonist of the film. His back story shows him to be a Spanish pirate hunter when he was alive, cursed with his crew into an undead state when he was tricked into sailing into the Devil’s Triangle by a young Jack Sparrow. It’s left the man rather irritable, and the actor’s take is to mix together rage and pride in his performance, a man driven by hatred and revenge. Bardem gives Salazar a ruthless and grouchy edge, leaving us wondering just how many people Jack Sparrow has earned a grudge from.


Geoffrey Rush returns once again as Hector Barbossa. The antagonist of the first film, Barbossa ended up becoming a reluctant ally to Sparrow in subsequent films. When we find him now, he’s alive and sun weathered, captain of the Queen Anne’s Revenge. He may look like he’s been out in the sun too long, but he’s been successfully building wealth since we last saw him, commanding a fleet of privateers and enjoying his riches. Barbossa has to weave between the right path and the wrong path this time out, with a hidden element in the mix for his character, and Rush gives the character the same mix of charm and unpleasant crankiness that we’ve seen before, while rising to the occasion at the most opportune of moments.


One gets the impression that Johnny Depp has a lot of fun playing Jack Sparrow. This is his fifth time playing the rogue pirate, and he’s invested in Sparrow. The character experiences no personal growth through this movie (does he ever?). Instead, Jack continues to be the eccentric drunk, stumbling his way through scenarios that might give others permanent nightmares, but from which he might only wake up with a hangover. Jack gets himself in and out of chaos and trouble haphazardly, and we’re left to wonder just how much damage all that rum’s done to his head. As always, his allegiances and motivations are constantly shifting, and his ethics are at best questionable, and Depp plays the eccentricity to the hilt. It’s a fun character to watch on screen, but would you want to know such a person in reality?


Dead Men Tell No Tales is entertaining enough, if you ignore the plot holes here and there, and the under-developed characters (Henry and Carina, I’m looking at you). It’s loud, brash, over the top, and murky at times in its tale of a seething undead naval officer with a serious grudge seeking out a drunken pirate who might have problems remembering the other fellow existed. The film claims to be the final one in the franchise, but we’ll see. After the problems of the fourth film of the franchise, it would be wise to end here. It would have been wiser to have finished with the first three. It would have been impossible for studio marketing chimps to have just left it at one incredibly memorable film with the first one and do no sequels.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Shaken, Not Stirred


Before I get started today, an item of note. Some of you might already follow Hilary at Feeling Beachie. She and her husband are among those directly affected by Hurricane Sandy. Their home took some serious damage in the storm, and they're having issues- as are many other people- with the Long Island Power Authority. They're spending their time trying to get answers out of a company that seems incapable of getting the job done restoring power- this at a time when other hydro utilities in the area are getting the job done. Check out this petition to hold LIPA accountable under investigation for this fiasco, and sign it and share it if you can. And for those of you who tweet, please do so, particularly by tweeting to Governor Cuomo, the White House, FEMA, and the various media outlets in the area. It's not hard to find them. Just search for hashtags such as #LIPA or #LongIslandPowerAuthority. There are a lot of people out there who are rightfully disgusted by the appalling lack of service coming out of this company.

Now then, to today...



"I can do more damage on my laptop in my pyjamas... than you can do in a year in the field." ~ Q, Skyfall

007 has returned to the big screen this weekend, and to say that the end product, Skyfall, is a triumph... is an understatement. Daniel Craig dons the suit to play the MI6 agent for the third time, after the smashing debut of Casino Royale and the misstep of Quantum of Solace. Director Sam Mendes, who usually helms films that emphasize character, takes the reins this time out, and that may well be a wise decision. The end product is character intensive, giving us a much more in depth James Bond than a different director might have gone with.



The film starts out with Bond and a fellow agent, Eve (Naomie Harris) trying to recover a hard drive stolen from a fellow agent by a mercenary. The chase ends with Bond shot and presumed dead. M (the outstanding Judi Dench) is pressured to retire in the aftermath of that failure by Gareth Mallory (Ralph Fiennes), a fellow government official. And MI6 itself comes under attack, resulting in the deaths of several agents. Bond re-emerges, gets assigned to follow the trail, leading first to the mercenary, then to an alliance with a woman, Severine (the lovely Berenice Marlohe), who strikes a bargain with him to find the man responsible.




Fate intervenes, and Bond confronts the villain pulling the strings behind everything. Raoul Silva, a former MI6 agent and cyberhacker, has a personal grudge against his former employer. Silva plots to expose NATO agents and take his revenge on M, and Bond must step up to protect her.

The choice of Mendes to direct works quite well, as it turns out. He has previously worked in character studies like American Beauty (a film that for many reasons I will always despise), Revolutionary Road, and the underrated Road to Perdition. He turns out to be quite adept at directing the set pieces of the film, the chases, gun fights, and various action sequences we expect from a Bond film. Each of these passes with the audience entirely capable of keeping track of what's going on (try getting Michael Bay to do that). And he delves into what makes these characters tick, both hero and villain, drawing performances from the cast that have depth and layers to them. Mendes has assembled a good crew and production team as well. The screenplay pairs John Logan, who has a good record in his resume, with Bond veterans Neal Purvis and Robert Wade, and the writers bring out the best. Cinematography, set design, and all of the usual items that go into production have a crisp, fitting sensibility to them. And Thomas Newman, one of my favourite film composers, makes a splendid debut in the world of Bond, composing the score for this one.



The cast is ideal. Bardem as Silva is a splendidly malevolent Bond antagonist. Bardem has played the villain before- his turn in the Coen Brothers film No Country For Old Men is a particularly chilling monster. Silva is a cyberanarchist with a profound grudge (profound being an understatement)- and there's an unhinged quality to the character. Ben Whishaw turns up as an impossibly young Q, and he has some of the same eyerolling exasperation at 007 that we were so used to in the late Desmond Llewelyn. Having had missed the Q character for a couple of films now, it's refreshing to see a Q back in the world of 007. Berenice Marlohe has an exotic quality as Severine. Naomie Harris as Eve is a match for Bond, someone entirely capable of taking care of herself. I like the spark she brings to the role. The always exceptional Ralph Fiennes starts off as difficult as Mallory, though the audience warms up to him, and as an actor, he carries an air of authority naturally. And Albert Finney, the great character actor, gives a fine performance as an ally with his own ties to Bond's family past.

Judi Dench herself practically is the co-star of the movie, a different turn from earlier films in which she has appeared relatively briefly as M. She has occasionally scolded Bond, and at other times has been supportive of him. There's a strange sort of mother and son bond the two share; Dench brings great poignancy and sympathy to the performance. She's one of the best actors around, and that really comes across on screen.




Craig has established himself firmly as a James Bond for the present day. He has a physical intensity in the role; Bond is a hard man doing a job that allows other people to sleep comfortably at night, and Craig has that way of bringing that across just right. There are times- particularly after he emerges from being presumed dead- that he seems worn and tired- but it's entirely appropriate to the moment. Craig brings depth and pathos to his performance, and the film looks into the character's background, something that in the past has only been hinted at. He is a relentless, ferocious man at times, rough when he has to be, and tremendously loyal to those who matter to him, and Craig conveys all of those qualities.

James Bond has been on the silver screen for fifty years. Skyfall is a smashing way of marking the anniversary. This might well be Bond at his best.