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“Opal Dream” marks the second time British filmmaker Peter Cattaneo has pulled out the cameras since 1997’s “The Full Monty,” and, although the latest film is charming enough, we’re still waiting for him to break free of his sophomore slump.
Perhaps the success of “Monty,” which practically had audiences doffing clothes in solidarity with its cast of adorable amateur strippers, casts too big a shadow. (The other film, 2001’s “Lucky Break,” was modeled too transparently after “Monty.”) Although “Opal Dream” marks a pleasing departure from the conventions of the British comedy — it’s based on a children’s book and set in the Australian outback — it’s disappointingly small in scope.
In the story, which Cattaneo, Ben Rice and Phil Traill adapted from Rice’s novella, “Pobby and Dingan,” 8-year-old Kellyanne’s inviolable belief in two imaginary friends becomes the catalyst for ill feelings in her town. When her devoted father (Vince Colosimo) — in deference to Kellyanne’s fantasy — searches down someone’s opal mine shaft for her missing friends, he’s accused of “ratting,” or trying to steal someone else’s gems.
The finale, inevitably set in the local magistrate’s hearing room, is too freighted with predictability and overwrought drama to truly transport or surprise us. “Opal” seems content enough to get through the story without much fanfare. But it would have been gratifying to spend time getting to know Kellyanne (an engaging Sapphire Boyce) and why she invented her “friends” and to see how the adult world has its own childlike need for delusion and invention. A sense of a moral big picture — the kind of perspective that made “The Full Monty” so meaningful to moviegoers a decade ago — would have given what is essentially a good-hearted film a lot more luster.
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Caper. Starring Pam Grier, Samuel L. Jackson, Robert Forster, Bridget Fonda and Robert De Niro. Directed by Quentin
Tarantino. (R. 150 minutes. At Bay Area theaters.)
The saga of Quentin Tarantino is unique. Three years ago, he was a
critical and commercial darling with “Pulp Fiction.” Then he went on to
annoy everybody by showing up everywhere and producing bad movies and
blabbing on talk shows, to the extent that now, with the release of “Jackie
Brown,” his first feature since “Pulp Fiction,” it’s as if he’s making a
comeback.
Maybe he understands the value of diminished expectations. Had
“Jackie Brown” been released at the
tail end of Quentinmania, back when he was Orson Welles Jr., everybody would
have been disappointed. But today, with much of the public ready to write
Tarantino off as either an idiot savant or an idiot, “Jackie Brown” is
looking like a fairly satisfactory piece of work.
It might even be a wise career move: Make a movie that’s not so
great as to annoy those rooting against you, yet good enough that no one can
deny your talent. One gets the feeling, watching “Jackie Brown,” that it’s
the kind of film Tarantino could make once every 10 months for the rest of
his life.
The picture is an adaptation of Elmore Leonard’s 1995 best-seller “Rum
Punch,” but with the setting moved from Florida
to Los Angeles and the dialogue Quentinized. The novel’s Jackie Burke, a
white woman, has become Jackie Brown, played by Pam Grier, the legendary
heroine of the blaxploitation films of the ’70s.
GIVING IT A ‘70S FEEL
From the beginning, Tarantino tries to give “Jackie Brown” the
flavor of a ’70s low-budget genre movie, with interiors that evoke that
decade and a soundtrack made up of early ’70s funk music. It doesn’t quite
work. The music clashes with the modern-day setting and takes the audience
out of the moment.
Yet from the first scene, there is the kick of once again entering
a Tarantino universe. Samuel L. Jackson plays Ordell, a dealer in illegal
weapons, who lectures a newly released ex-con about the relative merits of
various guns: “Then
there’s the AK-47, when you absolutely, positively have to kill every
m– in the room.”
Tarantino introduces a number of characters and manages to keep
track of all of them. Robert De Niro plays Ordell’s ex-con buddy, a fairly
bland role. Bridget Fonda has slightly more fun as Ordell’s girlfriend, an
ill-tempered pothead. But the heart of the story involves Jackie, a 44-
year-old flight attendant who’s arrested for smuggling Ordell’s money across
the Mexican border.
The movie fully exploits Grier’s patented toughness in only one
scene, in which Jackie gets the drop on Ordell when he comes to kill her.
Unfortunately, Tarantino chooses to film that moment in almost total
darkness. But Grier brings other qualities into the mix besides toughness:
poise, an aura of fatalism and wisdom, and an idiosyncratic style. Grier
talks the way Johnny Cash sings — out of the side of her mouth.
“Jackie Brown” is essentially a caper movie, in which Jackie and her
smitten bail bondsman (Robert Forster) set out to steal half a million
dollars from Ordell right under the noses of federal officers. But Tarantino
jazzes up the story with characteristic comic touches. Crooks leave a crime
scene and have trouble finding their car in a parking lot. Violence springs
up for the silliest of reasons, with a suddenness that stirs uneasy
laughter.
TARANTINO PLAYFUL
Borrowing a trick from Stanley Kubrick’s “The Killing,” Tarantino
presents the same incident involving an exchange of money three times, from
three points of view. He does it for little reason besides sheer
playfulness. But playfulness is OK. There’s something appealing in watching
Tarantino borrow styles and techniques as if he were a kid taking items from
a toy chest.
Yet, as the film wears on, the mar
riage of Leonard and Tarantino proves incompatible, or at least rocky.
Tarantino’s playful asides and slow buildups rob Leonard’s caper story of
its velocity. Scene by scene,
“Jackie Brown” is amusing, but after two hours, it seems sluggish, and at
that point still has a half-hour to go.
The slow pace kills the sense of urgency, and the length and
breadth of the film makes the story seem insignificant. Tarantino is still
someone to watch, but “Jackie Brown,” before it’s over, becomes a
who-cares proposition.
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Did you hear the one thither the Irish surfer? It sounds strain the put in writing-up to another tired gag, but this doc assures us the connections are worth taking seriously. Who knew, since happened, that surfing was first popularised in California by a half-Irish, half-Hawaiian athlete called George Freeth? He’s prearranged his due here, and it’s a fascinating story if not quite a silent picture on its own. So the filmmakers flit underwrite and forth between today’s professional Irish surfers tackling the Atlantic swell crashing against the coast and the informative imprint made by sundry Irish-Americans whose travels and writings have broadened the horizons of the surfing community. The pretensions of interviewees who apparently perceive the ability to ride a wave as the tip of kindly evolution get a bit wearing after a while however, and although the strength footage is stimulating, it becomes repetitive, exposing the rest of the cinema as something of a ragbag. Surfing fans may be more enthused.
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Convicted of the wiping out of her repress Nick, Libby Parsons (Ashley Judd) serves six years in prison before being granted parole and placed in a half go to pieces b yield house guardianship the strict supervision of ex-law professor Travis Lehman (Tommy Lee Jones). Traditional that Also gaol (Bruce Greenwood) is silence alive and armed with the knowledge she cannot be convicted of the same crime twice, Libby sets in view to clarify the inscrutableness and find her son Matty, with Lehman in pusuit.
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“RoboCop” was a great idea whose estimation came and went. The first flicks was resourceful, humorous, insightful, and satiric, apart from being plenty exciting. From then on, however, it was all downhill, as the two sequels took the series to bring and bring depths. MGM’s changed, three-DVD combination becomingly bundles the original “RoboCop” with a troop of extras, leaving movies two and three to suffer a deserved fate on discs that offer virtually nothing.
“RoboCop”:
“This is Media Frustrate. You give us three minutes, and we’ll give you the world.” It’s that kind of hyperbole sets the sardonic tone on this on occasion funny, at times cheeky, on occasion touching, many times telling, and unendingly poetical 1987 sci-fi/fantasy thriller. The movie not merely gives us a healthy administer of “Terminator” type special-effects heroics, it pokes gibe at corporate America, the media, inner-city violence, consumerism, and the government’s attempts to jurisdiction people’s lives and maintain discipline at any cost.
Director Paul Verhoeven (”Total Recall,” “Basic Instinct,” “Starship Troopers,” “Showgirls”) situates the story in a near-future Detroit (but filmed in Dallas) that has been overrun by criminals and in the process turned once again to a special company, the OCP (Omni Consumer Products), suited for policing. The company figures if it can sell products, it can direct a city, too. Besides, it sees profit in the bargain. The company is spin by two figures, the Old Man (Dan O’Herlihy) and his second-in-command, Senior President Dick Jones (Ronny Cox). Both guys are sneaky fellows who are simply out for themselves.
Meantime, a coldhearted flunky of the company, Morton (Miguel Ferrer), is nearly as bad as the criminals the company is upsetting to contain. Morton is in supervision of the RoboCop program, which is competing with Jones’s Enforcement Droid exchange for top billing in the city patrolling branch, and when Jones’s ED-209 goes haywire, Morton steps in with his star.
What’s RoboCop, repayment for the half dozen readers worldwide who have never seen the movie before? He’s instances partly kind and part robot, a “six million-dollar man” of technological marvels. He’s the remains of a policeman, Alex Murphy (Peter Weller), who was blown away by the city’s undocumented offence boss, Clarence Boddicker (Kurtwood Smith) and his unite. Having been pronounced dead, Murphy is transformed into a cyborg, a person dependent on robot-like and electronic devices fitting for his survival. RoboCop has the brain and some of the body tissue of Murphy and the computer, armor, and weaponry of a tool.
RoboCop also has the passing memories of who he was, which sets the silver screen apart from so diverse mindless action yarns that only concentrate on blood and guts. Not only is the “RoboCop” silver screen a revenge picture (because Murphy remembers who killed him), it’s a poignant saga of distraught humanity, ironic, really, since Robo is one of the few humane characters in the skin.
RoboCop’s prime directives play an important function in all three movies in the series: (1) Serve the popular trust, (2) protect the innocent, and (3) advocate the law. However, there’s a fourth directive hidden away in his circuitry that provides the plan with new directions as things unfold.
The other major figure in the film is Murphy’s new sidekick, Anne Lewis (Nancy Allen), a tough cop but a sensitive child being. She is the exclusive one in the recounting who suspects that Murphy may be more than a machine, that he may have a woman behind his impenetrable helmet and breastplate.
Verhoeven’s concept of RoboCop owes a good deal to “The Terminator,” which came escape a few years earlier, and Weller’s acting and spokeswoman even look and useful a trace like Arnold’s. None of which lessens our appreciation of the film one touch. In this Director’s Extended Organize, a team a few of minutes are added to the original film, changing its rating from R to Unrated, apparently because of remote violence, and some scenes are, indeed, plenty forceful, primarily Murphy’s initial death and the whole final train.
Despite his being covert behind a ton of makeup, Weller makes a convincing and sympathetic protagonist, cyborg or not; the villains are suitably evil and coldhearted; and the story line’s pacing is abstention and furious. Figure in the satiric touches, analogous to continual TV news commentaries on goofy things happening in the world and an ED-209 accidentally blasting away a OCP executive, and you hire a most-entertaining action flick.
“RoboCop 2″:
Peter Weller, Nancy Allen, Dan O’Herlihy, Felton Perry, and Robert DoQui are cast off in this 1990 upshot as RoboCop, Lewis, the Old Manservant, partnership flunky Johnson, and Police Sgt. Warren Reed. But gaffer Verhoeven left alone get out, replaced by Irvin Kershner, who had done so well with “The Empire Strikes Back” (1980) and “Never Say Conditions Again” (1983). What’s more, the new film was cowritten by Explicit Miller, who had theretofore excelled in the world of threatening comics like “Daredevil” and “Batman.”
Unfortunately, nobody and nothing could help this dismal arise-up. Death, drugs, and destruction are the order of the day as the glaze forsakes most of its progenitor’s lighthearted regardless moving highly-strung petition and replaces it with gunfire, car chases, and explosions.
There is some momentary hope at the beginning of the murkiness that maybe this would be a psychical exploration of the inner RoboCop as Murphy regains even more of his memories and has to reach if he’s chains or machine. But that moment is short-lived, and the film soon degenerates into a grim drug in dispute between Robo and a cult-freak cloudy named Cain (Tom Noonan).
What with oversee strikes, nefarious corporate types, an disorderly citizenry, and some of the worst lawbreakers in home screen past, things ascend d create pretty short-tempered. No time for humor or human relationships here. The cabal rambles on instead of about an hour and half of mayhem and killing, getting old in a hurry. There is no have a go at the drollery or credibility we saw in the original “RoboCop,” and like Solid, Robo has to be knocked around until he’s on his last legs before he is allowed to predominate.
Did I say grim? Everybody in this coating is no good but Murphy and Lewis. And I found it most offensive that multitudinous of the film’s dastardly scoundrels are children! Dialect mayhap the superintendent and/or writers thought it was amusing having a duo of little leaguers beating up a store owner and looting his seek or having a thirteen-year dated using words so foul they’d make a swabbie blush. I didn’t boon it funny in the least. I just wondered what kind of parents would stand for their son to mouth such language in an R-rated film he wasn’t coextensive with advanced in years enough to watch, and I wondered if some parents would do anything for money and their kid’s fifteen minutes of fame. It was these kinds of distractions that kept me from enjoying equable a small carve up of the show.
